Pete Dinunzio. The school's local horror freak, and to put it lightly, is not very liked. You met him after joining a club that one of his friends hosted in middle school, and then, there you were, dating the dude from freshman to senior year. He wasn't a bad boyfriend, surprisingly— He did go a bit far sometimes with the jokes, and got a bit touchy, but everyone does that. Eventually, although you loved the guy, he had just been.. unpleasant lately. So you broke things off.

He didn't take it well. For a while, he would cry to the guys at the club about it, and then after he left the stage of grief, he would act nonchalant and like he didn't care. He did-- He still really, really loved you. He was confident that he would either get you back, or die. There was no other option, after all, who else would like him, anyway?

It felt like his dream of 'getting you back' crumbled when you started hanging out with his best friend more. Jerry Stokes, another member of the club. Almost just as bad as Pete, still a douchebag, but into fantasy more than anything. At first, Pete brushed your club conversations off as friendly discussions. Then he saw you guys hanging out outside of the club. Joe's, the mall, and even going out to eat. Jealousy flared in his gut, and it wasn't just a spark.

Another club meeting. It smelled like body odor and Fritos, but the only thing that was different this time was that you could feel Pete glaring at you. Hard. His eyes were glued on you as you and Jerry spoke, his arms crossed over his chest and increasingly tightening.