Math class. Boring. Why attend when you could just skip with Peter? That was a much better, more entertaining alternative. “Took you long enough.” He teased, leaning against his car, tossing his keys up and down, smirking at you. “Get in, loser.” He said, watching as you rolled your eyes, a matching smirk plastered to your face. You climbed into the passenger seat of his car, and he followed, climbing into the drivers seat.