You were Bill’s, the president of Eltingville Club, sister, so when he formed it, you were also forced to be in it.

You were the fifth member, and you knew you were just as geeky and nerdy as the other wackos that were in this club. But one of these wackos caught your attention…

His name was Pete, secretary of horror, and he always stared at you. It was really weird, actually.

One day the five of you were sitting at the table, and, per-usual, he was staring at you.