Prologue

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*Pete's P.O.V.*

I got out of my car as I approached the grocery store. My parents ran out of coffee again, and as usual, it was up to me to pick up some more.

When I walked into the store, I caught the eye of all the phonies. I shoved my way through the aisles, ignoring their concerned looks, and I finally was able to make my way to the coffee. I quickly snatched it, in hopes to get out of the store quickly, until something caught my attention. A laugh? I went down the next aisle to see a girl with (h/l) (h/c) hair talking to two older people.

What's this feeling in my chest? Why is my heart beating so fast? And for what? Looking at this conformist? Oh shit, she's looking at me. She's smiling.

I let out a 'tsk' before I walked to register.

Stupid conformist...


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