as y/n continued to work on her poems, she couldn't shake the feeling that something else was watching her. the feeling of glares just shot right through her.
weary, she looked up carefully, only to pick up on the so called 'something' watching her.. which was actually a someone. and that someone was pete.
"you wanna see my poems or do you just like staring at me?" y/n cheekily questioned, resting her chin on her palm.
"shut up." pete grumbled, averting his gaze away from her. "staring at you is so not goth.."
"i guess you aren't that goth after all." she giggled, still teasing the gothic boy. he just angrily sighed.
"just let me see your damn poems, preppy girl." pete demanded.
"i am NOT preppy."
"are too."
"AM NOT!!"
pete just chuckled, which was rare. he quite enjoyed getting under her skin, and just bothering her. he crumbled up a small piece of notebook paper and flicked it right at her head.
"aye! what was that for?" y/n pouted, tossing the paper back at pete, with no luck as he somehow caught it.
she then turned her computer, showing him the poem she was working on.
