What A Catch (Peterick)

Chapter 3

(A/N: TWO UPDATES IN ONE DAY, BITCH. Sorry, I'll chill.)

PETE'S P.O.V

"Okay class, this is a new student to our school, Pete Wentz. Make sure you treat him nicely." The teacher gestured towards me as I stood at the front of the class, my eyes scanning each individual as they did their own thing, not even trying to hide the fact that they couldn't give any less fucks to see me. 'Heh, like she cares about "being treated nicely". Fucking teachers, making it seem like they care and then when you really need the help they turn their back and say, "We didn't notice." at the end of it all.' I thought, I had had to leave my last school because I got bullied so much just for being gay. No teacher had noticed it despite me coming to class with a new bruise each period, while the group of kids who did it to me sat there, snickering and pointing at me the whole time, occasionally making comments like, "Faggot." or any other homophobic slurs their tiny brains could conjure up. But now I was here, at this school. And I just hoped it wouldn't happen again. "You can go and sit next to Gerard." She continued, not even bothering to look up from her desk, "Gerard, raise your hand." She raised her voice a bit. 'Wow, she must be psychic or something, she didn't even look at him. Superpowers, I swear' My inner voice commented sarcastically. Suddenly, a boy with flaming red hair that almost reached his shoulders's head jerked up, he raised his hand and then went back to his drawing as I sat down, obviously not in the mood to talk.

I didn't really pay attention that class, I just spent it thinking about Patrick and wanting to go to my next one where I thought I may or may not see him. I wasn't really sure about his age since he was so short but it seemed to be about the same as mine. I don't really know what gave me the impression, I've just always been good at guessing stuff about people I guess. I had been lost in my thoughts for a while when I heard the bell ring. Everyone quickly grabbed their bags and walked out, not paying any attention whatsoever to Mrs. Corey's lecture about how the bell doesn't state the end of class, she did. I quickly pushed past her and made my way down the hall, checking the paper covered with all my classes. My eyes skirted across the page and I eventually found that I had math next, 'Ugh, math. Who even likes math anymore? I'd rather dry hump a tree in a park full of people than sit in a classroom learning about numbers for an hour.' I thought, grumbling to myself as I pushed past multiple kids who either gave me death stares or shouted at me to watch my back. Ignoring them all, I finally reached the classroom. I was a few minutes late so the look I got from the teacher wasn't all that welcoming.

"Pete, the new student. You're late." His eyes watched me from underneath his glasses, waiting for a reply.

"Sorry, sir." I mumbled, looking down at my shoes. Teachers really were good at making you feel bad about the smallest things.

"That's fine, first day, I guess. You can go sit next to Patrick." My head shot up and my eyes widened at the mention of that name. I turned to see the boy who I had a slight crush on smiling at me gesturing towards the desk next to him. 'I guess this math lesson won't be so bad after all.'