Late Night Heartbreak || P.P. || COMPLETED

Part 2

•chapter 2•

TW: underage smoking, talk of parental abuse

(this is in no way meant to glorify underage smoking :))

almost as soom as we enter history, we are promptly escorted to the principals office, meaning that i'm getting shit when iget home. hold on, let me rephrase, (aitalics)if i go home.  the principal gestures towards the door, telling us to get out.

(•~•)

me, peter, flash and a few others sit in a class. the teacher walks around, handing out lined paper and lecturing is about how our behaviour is 'disgraceful' and how it will leave 'a permanent mark on our record' like i give a shit.

"this is total bullshit" i mumble to myself, but peter looks around at me and smirks. i smile back, before looking down at my paper and ripping a bit off, picking my pen up and scrawling 'wanna skip?' on it. peter catches on and discretely puts his hand behind him. i slip the note into his hand and my fingertips brush his palm, which ignites something in my stomach that I have never felt before. but it lasts for such a small amount of time, i might as well ignore it

he fully looks around at me and grins, and i guess that means that, yes he will skip with me. i pick up my bag and swing it over my shoulder, peter doing the same. i pick up his board and pass it to him, then pick up my own.

the teachers head snaps around at the noise we're making.

"have fun"i grin to the rest of the people in there, and walk calmly out. i look at peters face, which is a mix of exhilaration and shock. i grab his hand and drag him out too.

the teachers voice trails behind us, reaching the door, but we're already running down the halls and out the main doors.

he pants and i'm grinning more than ever before. he looks a little flustered and his cheeks are bright pink, but i'm not sure if that's because of the excitement of running out of detention, or me holding his hand.

"now.. what?" he pants. i smile as i look down to his skateboard.

"you skate yeah?" i smirk at him, looking dead in his eyes. despite me swearing not to make any connections till i finish highschool, i feel like we both can feel something pulling us together.

he hums, nodding. his moussy hair bounces, making me smile even wider.

"skatepark?" i ask simply

"yeah, s-sure!"

(~•~)

it's been at least 4 hours since we fled the school as quickly as we could, and i've been ignoring all threatening texts from my mom. she can wait.

me and peter have been skating for hours, and we've finally taken a break after laughing and blasting music for the last few hours. luckily, and unusually, the park has been deserted all day. i grab my backpack from its resting position and grab my pack of cigarettes. he sits up, surprised.

"you smoke?" he questions quickly. I chuckle at his stunned comment.

"yeah, started a couple months ago. why, you surprised, parker?"

he chuckled, a little flustered, it seems. "uh- a little. i wouldn't pin you as the type to smoke, but i guess i was wrong. why'd you start, anyway?"

"saw it as a coping mechanism. my parents, uh- kicked me out... i stressed out a lot, and sort of took it up." i sigh, about to continue, but i stop immediately. a weakness of mine is oversharing.. a lot.

the look in his eyes is purely worey. "i am back in the house now, thoughm it's just a bit on and.. off, i guess" i stop myself. he stares at me as i pick up my lighter and light the cigarette in my hand.

"if your ever need help with something, i know we've just properly started talking, but i don't live far away from here, just come to me, yeah? he reassures. "however, can I try?" he asks, pointing towards the killer that's positioned between my teeth.

"of course, if you want to." i smile, and pull out another out of the packet that lays in between us, and he puts it in his mouth. now there is two ways to light it. either i grab the lighter, or i do it with mine.

i lean over his body, which is laying down, grab the top of his shirt, lean down and touch the end of my cigarette to his. he sits there, stunned, until I release the material of his t-shirt from my hand i get back into a sitting position.

he slowly sits up and takes the cigarette away from his mouth.

"i- uh- w-wow." those two words speak absolute volumes

even from the little amount of light around us, i can see the immense blush creeping into his cheeks.

(~•~)

we stare at the very few stars and point out different constillations as 'affection' plays in the background. our cigarettes are long gone, and my hand comes down from pointing out my favourite star, and it lands on peters hand. i pull back at first, but quickly rest my hand within his. the warmth of his palm makes me smile and blush, which doesn't happen very often.

"i-i'm gonna get home" peter says after a while. "my aunt and uncle will wonder where i am." i smile and nod.

"do you need walking home?" he asks as he picks up his bag.

"nah i'm good," he smiles, "thanks though, y/n." he nods as if to say it's no big deal, and jumps off the ramp. the last i see of him is his fluffy hair dancing in the wind, as his leg meets the floor and he skates further towards his house.

hi! thanks for reading this second chapter!

thank you readers, remember to take care of yourself <3