David Bowie died and I am in denial.
Pete's pov
I literally had nothing to do all day, the work was way easier than public school and I got it done within the first five minutes of class, which was fucking amazing, and we were allowed to just fuck around after that. In art we just watched some Bob Ross thing about painting trees. How fun. It was 5th period and it was far away from my last class so I was one of the last people in there, and had to pick one of the last empty seats. I just threw myself into one because I didn't want to get attention drawn to myself on the first day, because if they teachers started hating me this early in the year then might as well not show up. After about a week or so I could safely raise hell the way I liked to.
Mikey's pov
Every single class made me want to claw my eyes out with a spork. I had always been a good student but this work was more for 9 year olds rather than 9th graders. I was so bored I was seriously considering breathing as hard as I could until I passed out. I didn't though and dragged myself to every class, hoping it would get better. I didn't raise my hand in any of the classes so the teachers wouldn't expect much from me for the rest of the year. In one class some kid came in after the bell rang, panic! In his eyes, and grabbed the nearest seat to him. Mikey thanked God it wasn't too close to him, the kid looked like a trouble maker, which Mikey tended to avoid at all costs.
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Petekey //Secret admirers and sweethearts//
FanficPete has always been a 'bad kid' his parents hated him, the girls loved him, and he had plenty of friends. That all changed when he's sent away to boarding school. He gets his anger out by making fun of people, one boy in particular, and the fact th...
