Goth Boy Peter~ [Peter x Fem Reader]

Chapter 9

I sit down at my lunch table. But I sit alone since TK is not here. I hate being alone at school. I feel so awkward and out of place. Luckily, the table is in a corner of the cafeteria, so the feeling isn't that strong. I have nothing to do, so I pull out my sketchbook. I lean back against the wall and bring my knees up as I start to draw. I'm really focused on my drawing. I don't notice a guy walking up to me until he snatched the book out of my lap. I gasp and quickly look up and see the kid who used to bully me in elementary school, Arthur. My eyes widen. "A-Arthur..?"

⚾️: "Since when did you go to this school? I haven't seen you around before."

🪻: I'm just as shocked to see him, cause I haven't seen him around either. I completely forgot about him until just now. I'm kind of nervous. Maybe he's changed.. "Me either.. I-I started here last year in March.."

⚾️: He just stares at me as he furrowed his brows and starts tossing the book in one hand to the other.

🪻: I stare at his hand as he tosses my sketchbook back and forth. I'm so confused. What does he want? "Can I have that back, p-please?" I ask softly.

⚾️: He stops tossing it and raises a finger to his chin as he looks up, as if he's thinking. "Hmm.. No~" He laughs and flashes a sadistic smile at me.

🪻: I really expected him to mature over the years, but he hasn't.. What do I do? "Please, Arthur." Is all I can come up with to say. It's been so long since I've seen him. I don't know how to deal with him. I don't know if he's gotten worse..

⚾️: "Nope!" He steps back as he opens to the page I was just drawing on. "Ha! You're still shit!" He says with a chuckle as he looks at my drawing.

🪻: I bite my lip as I grip the sides of my seat. That actually hurt my feelings. He always used to make fun of my drawings. And I'm really shy about showing people my drawings. I'm really passionate about it but I'm scared it's not good enough. So hearing him say I haven't improved since 4th grade really hits my heart good. I actually liked what I drew on that page. It was just a bunch of derpy cats. But now I'm doubting myself.



⚾️: He looks up from the book and into my eyes. His smile grows wider with satisfaction when he sees my sad expression. "Awe! Poor baby gonna cry?" He says in a teasing voice as he bends down a little to my level and pouts to mock me.

🪻: I'm trying so hard not to cry. I know this shouldn't hurt my feelings this much, but it's Arthur, and he knows how to get under my skin.. I sit up and attempt to grab the book from him. "J-Just give it back.." I say quietly.

⚾️: He laughs in my face as he hears my small voice. He stood up straight and started flipping through more pages quickly, not really looking at them, but just trying to annoy me. "Are you hiding anything?"

🪻: I bite the inside of my cheek as I try to stay calm. I cross my fingers, hoping he doesn't find my drawing of Peter. "No! Give it back!" I stand up, walking towards him as I try to snatched it from him.

⚾️: He takes a big step back, dodging me. He keeps it open to one page with drawings of a hand study and raises his hands up as if a cop was pointing a gun at him. "You're making that really hard to believe." He smiles and chuckles.

🪻: I'm starting starting to get really frustrated and worried. "Arthur!" I keep walking towards him, getting faster as he continues to back up and lift the book up in the air.