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Chapter 2: Pete

~Minor Flashback~
I was in my first period class, Honors Sociology. I could be a good student if I tried. I understand the concepts, but all my attention goes to one guy:
Andrew Hurley.
Andy is perfect. Andy would never try to hurt anyone.
I spend my whole class period staring at Andy Hurley and thinking to myself:
"What would I do if Andy Hurley liked me? Does Andy Hurley like me? No, Andy Hurley is straight like the rest of the school."
Ring ring.
My thoughts are interrupted by the school bell.
I walk outside of my class to meet my friend Joe.
My only friend.
Everyone else thinks I am some hardcore, mean kid when in reality, I never would hurt anyone without purpose.
"Peter!"
I turn my head to see Joe Trohman walking towards me.
"So, how are things going with Andy?" Joe asks while we start to walk.
I gulp down extremely hard.
"W-what do you mean?" is all I manage to get out. "Why would I have anything to do with Andy?"
"Don't play dumb. It is obvious you like him."
"He is a guy, Joe."
"I don't see what you mean."
"Joe, I'm straight."
"Peter, you're about as straight as a curly fry."
I couldn't say he was wrong.
I am bisexual.
But no one knows that. Well, no one new to this school knows that which is highly beneficial to me. No one except the people I went to middle school with. No one cares except Mikey, Brendon, and their group of friends and they only use what they know against me. No one else needs to know.
Besides, there is no one to tell. I have no other friends except Joe. Nobody would dare talk to me.
Everybody is afraid of me. They assume I am some "hardcore" guy who will fight anyone whenever I have the chance but in reality, I am just a self-conscious and reserved person who needs a friend.
Yeah, I love Joe. He is a great friend and all but he has other friends so he cannot always attend to me. When Joe is not with me, I am alone.
Joe's friend came towards me. The one that hates my guts.
Joe never realises. He thinks he is joking!
Joe sees him and gestures for him to come closer. "Hey, Ryan!"
Ryan and Joe share a quick "bro hug" while I'm third wheeling like a professional.
Ryan notices my presence and scowls, "Don't you have somewhere to go?"
Joe said, "No, he's cool. Pete can stay. Chill out, Ryan."
Ryan pins me to the lockers when Joe isn't looking.
"Well then go find somewhere to go."
I was intimidated by Ryan, so I left. Ryan Ross is the only person other than Joe who knows how weak and wimpy I am and he uses that to his advantage.
I went to the bathroom and just started crying in the stall, sobbing hysterically.
I heard the bathroom door open and I heard someone walk in. What would they think of me if they heard sixteen year old boy crying in the men's bathroom?
I had to stop.
I stopped crying and I just stayed in the bathroom stall contemplating what to do next.
And then I heard the boy crying.
I wanted to go out and make sure he was okay. Then there was silence. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of the rushing water from the faucet.
That is when I got up.
I opened the door and saw this kid. He was about an inch shorter than me but I was mesmerized by his beauty. He had this beautiful brown, straight hair that had a heavenly glow. His face looked of sadness and despair and I wanted to help him.
He was beautiful, I wanted to be his friend. I could be his friend, that is, if he hasn't heard about my reputation.
I did not realise I was staring until he confronted me.
"You know, you aren't actually a badass because you have so many detentions. You think you are, but you aren't."
There was a crack in my voice when I responded. I did not mean for it to be there.
"I-I'm sorry." I said as I felt the tears burning as they ran down my cheek. I looked in the mirror and looked myself in the eyes and thought, "I hate you."
I heard the bell ring, but I was not going to class. Instead, I sat where I always did: against the wall, crying in the bathroom. When someone would come, I would have to hide. No one could know.
But now it is too late for that. This kid knows. He saw me cry. I know he sees me crying. He knows he sees me crying. He knows he saw me sit against the wall sobbing my heart out. I couldn't take it anymore.
I know the kid was confused. I know by what he has heard about me, this was shocking to him. I would be shocked too if I saw a guy who looked the way I did sobbing in the bathroom.
"Yeah, I saw the hardcore guy crying in the restroom."
"Don't all emos do that?"
"I guess so."
"That explains a lot."
I can imagine what they would say.
The kid is walking towards me. I know what he is going to say. I prepare for all the hatred that is going to come out of his mouth.
"Are you okay?"
That is not exactly what I was expecting.
I shake my head. Does he honestly think that if I was okay, I would be skipping class to cry in the bathroom?
"Hey, my name is Patrick. Is there anything you want to talk about?"
I want to tell him everything. How I feel. But the words cannot come out of my mouth. Instead, I wipe my eyes and I manage to say,
"Why do you care?"
And then there was more silence until Patrick broke it forty-eight seconds later.
"I know I just met you, and I know I just yelled at you for no reason and I'm sorry. I care because I know how it feels to feel broken inside."
I felt a bit of anger inside of me. Nobody knows how I feel. I'm alone in life and no one will ever understand how I feel.
My anger became apparent when I snapped at him and said, "How could you possibly know how I feel."
I saw his mood change. As if there was something he wanted to tell me but couldn't.
"You're just going to have to trust me on this."
I smile back as Patrick helps me get off the floor.
"I'm Pete, by the way."
"Pleasure to meet you." Patrick says as we both start to get up.
We start to head out of the bathroom while we are stopped by the hall monitor, Gerard Way.
"Aren't you two supposed to be in class?"
I tried to respond.
"Yeah bu-"
"Show me your hall passes."
Me and Patrick exchange looks.
Gerard looks at us with anger. "You don't have them? Detentions for both of you!"

And that is the story of how I met Patrick Stump.