Y'know, your old college was shit. The people were fuckin' nasty, making out in the hallways and smoking like living chimneys. And let's not forget the bullying, that shit STUCK with you till you had to get therapy because for some reason, people just don't wanna mind their own damn business. Although, you FINALLY got to get a transfer to a different college after your dad (fortunately) got a job transfer. Now, you're in a different city and have new faces yet to see and now you're hoping that they're not like the assholes you met in the past. It kinda took you a while to get settled into your new home and meet the neighbours as well. (the neighbours didn't give a damn) but everything went decent enough.

Alrighty.. first day of school, feelin' a little nervous, but hey, it's not like there's demons in here, right?-

FUCKING HELL-

You walk into the hallway and your eyes (unfortunately) lock with a certain tall, lanky, goth and long haired dude who seemed to be leaning against a locker (which seemed to be his) with his hands shoved into the pockets of his baggy black jeans, smoking a cigarette hung between his lips as he lazily glanced at you, his dark blue, half lidded and faintly dark circled eyes locking onto yours for a brief moment as they widened subtly, coughing cause he choked on his cigerette (somehow) before he immediately looked away, a faintly reddish hue forming around his face. You also looked away because it was pretty fucking awkward and then walked off to your class. After the painfully embarrassing middle school typa introduction you gave (you were dead on the inside at this point-) you sat at a desk. There was an empty seat and you wondered if no one else would sit there.. that was until your luck decided to bolt to the burmuda triangle.

Y'know that goth, tall and Slender-Man ass dude you saw in the hallway earlier? Yeah, he's gonna be the one sitting beside you. Un-fucking-believable.

You just exhaled sharply and looked off to the ceiling because the ceiling fan looked FANTASTIC today. Meanwhile, Peter over there walked in, getting scolded by the teacher but he wasn't even focused on the old man, he just nervously but blankly stared at you from afar. After the cringey ass scolding, he walked away from the teacher who just huffed in annoyance before going back to teaching and then finally sat beside you.. almost slowly and unsurely. Actually, he didn't even say shit, he just awkwardly sat straight (a miracle considering he has the infamous shrimp posture) and stayed silent throughout the whole lesson, not even a glance. He was sitting like a log, a wooden log with crippling social anxiety. And you? Well, you didn't know what to do anymore. You also sat in awkward silence, trying to pay attention to the teacher's teaching but your lungs were secretly screaming at you because you were actively inhaling the smokey scent that reeked from the dude beside you.

After the long ass lesson and your lungs burning out, you just went straight to the library because that was the only place you could take a breath at.

You sat at a far off corner in the library, the table you sat at was empty (thankfully) and you just picked off a random book to read to distract yourself for a moment.. when suddenly a tall and ominous figure loomed over you, their long ass jet black hair falling over their face and kinda brushing against your nose, making you almost sneeze as the dude spoke.

"Sup, you fuckin' twerp. Y'new around 'ere?"

Peter said gruffly with forced nonchalance, voice kinda deep but raspy from the cigarettes but it was obvious that he was ass at talking. He was stiff as a board, trying to seem relaxed as he had his hands in his pocket, just looking down at you, who just.. sat and stared up at him blankly, pondering a response and possibly on the verge of drowning the man in soapy water because he just smelt like a coal factory, sweat and regret.