shitty 80s romcom || pete wentz x ftm! reader

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now playing: man in the box - alice in chains
August 21th, 1995
Monday, 12:20 pm
Chicago, Illinois

I reach room 114, which turned out to be the drama room. Fun place to have study hall. My eyes scanned the room of teens. Seems like I was early because there was only some stoner kid looking buzzed out of their mind, a kid panic studying for math, and the teacher who absolutely didn't care. Honestly, she is this lady, probably in her 30s, looking like she wants to be anywhere but here. I decide to sit in the back of the room, away from everyone where I could just listen to music.

The rest of the kids slowly started pouring in. A duo came in, this preppy cheerleader with bleach blonde hair hanging off of her boy-toy of a jock. Her lipstick was smudged and her mascara ran, then her 'perfect pony tail' was messy and unmade. The boy-toy jock didn't look much better, his lips had lipstick stains. They both looked unorganized and out of it. Boy, was it funny. Some cool girl with dyed messy red hair that almost had the Ramona Flowers cut also laughed but covered it by coughing, damn did I need to meet her.

The cheerleader girl walked up to the red-head, saying something in this squeaky voice and the red-head said some sort of insult to her, not like I could hear it. The cheerleader gasped and walked off with her boyfriend, sitting in the front. From what I could make out, the cheerleader called the girl Sophia.

Sophia looked cool as hell, probably a nu metal fan from what I could tell (let's be honest here I am too). She had shitty smudged eyeliner on and soo many piercings. From what I could tell, she had more than I could count on her ears, two eyebrow piercings on her right brow, a bridge piercing, both nostrils, and her septum. Then she also had shark bites, angel bites, dahlias, and cyber bites! She had a tight black Korn baby tee on, paired with black tripp nyc pants. For shoes, she just had a pair of doc martens, then she also had lots of jewelry.

Man, was she cool (totally DON'T have a platonic crush on her guys...)

My boredom was soon cut short as the boy from the denny's and a boy with curly brown hair came in. The bored look on the boy from the denny's, or Pete if I remember correctly, soon lit up as he saw me. I frown, sure I found him kinda cool but man I wanted study hall to be quiet. He shakes his friends arm to grab his attention, causing him to say something in annoyance, Pete points at me with a grin on his face before walking over to where I sat in the back of the room.

"Well if it isn't the denny's boy! Didn't know you would be coming to this school!" He yells, causing the whole class to look at the three of us. I sink in my seat, my cheeks gaining a red tint to them as I look down at my lap. Pete quickly drops his backpack beside him and sits down at the desk, kicking his feet up to rest on it as his friend rolls his eyes and sits at the desk beside him. Pete, points behind his shoulder, at his friend, while looking at me "y/n, this is Joe, Joe, this is y/n."

Joe nods as I mumble a hello, still embarrassed about what happened a few seconds ago. I pull out a horror novel from my bag, picking up where I left off. I glance at Joe, he's reading some magazine which he seems to make sure is hidden behind his desk so the teacher can't see, like she'd care (I swear to god I saw a ladies tits in it) Petes looking forward, fidgeting on occasion. He waits a minute, then another few seconds before huffing and half whining "this is so boring!"

Pete looks from me, to Joe, then back to me. He tries to lean forward and look at the magazine from Joes shoulder but Joe leans away. Pete then turns to me, taking my book out of my hands and closing it. I let out a semi-loud yell in response and try to grab it back. I swear to god he's so lucky I remember the page number. He says "let's talk, y'know, socializing is good for kids our age." I huff and give up on trying to grab my book, I lean back in my chair and stare at him, "talk about what?"

"I dunno... stuff" I role my eyes, how helpful. He hands me my book back and I place it in my bag, knowing he won't let me read in peace. "Okay, fine, we'll talk about stuff. We can get to know each other or something- I don't fuckin know." He chuckles at that "Okay, yeah sure we can talk about stuff."