You were apart of Eltingville Club, which was a group of you five outcasts that nobody wanted to associate themselves with because you all were just that unbearable.

You were sitting in one of the chairs around the table. You knew who Pete was, but never really spoke. He was nice to you, but he always stared at you.

It was in the middle of the club meeting and you sat there while you watched the conversation. While you did so, Pete was too busy staring at you.