Peter Spankoffski wasn't cool. He knew he was a nerd, from the bowtie on his neck down to the neatly ties laces on his shoes. And he was alright with that.

He sat in the library after hours- one of the school librarians who knew him had lent him the key to lock up.

Pete was simply minding his business, reading and jotting down notes from the biology textbook he had on the wooden table in front of him, when he could've sworn he heard... crying?

He debated checking it out or not.