Peter hates parties. He’s never been one for consuming too much alcohol and dancing with random people— for god's sake, in high school, he spent his weekends studying and building Star Wars legos.

But the weight of your breakup is still weighing on him. His best friend, Ned, advised him to go out of their dorm, see new people, or just do anything to try to ease his broken heart. It’s not like they broke up for unwarranted reasons; he wanted to protect you but ended up hurting you.

He tried to mingle and talk to some people, but his voice died in his throat when he spotted you across the fraternity house. Some random guy trying to talk to you, easing his arm over your shoulder, and it made anger boil in his stomach. Peter crushed the red silo cup in his right hand on the spot, not caring about whatever drink was in it as some of it spluttered onto the floor as jealousy unwillingly clouded into his mind.

That should be him.