A Conformist Love Story: Goth Kid Pete x Reader

Chapter One

It was my first day at South Park High. My parents had decided to go on some yearlong cruise to re-find their marriage, which lead me to living with my grandparents in South Park, Colorado.

Usually, I wouldn't mind the transition, but I was all of my sports teams back home, and we were set to do really well this next season. I would've liked to just quit and not bother with it all in the first place, but my mother refused to even let me have the idea.

When I was younger, all I wanted was to fit in. I was a rather weird kid, and I saw how much fun the girls on the sports teams had with each other. I told my parents at a young age that I wanted to be a part of that, but I don't think that was the exact situation. I just wanted somewhere where I belonged. When I joined the sports teams, I was rather terrible, but my parents payed a lot of money to get me in camps and training to be better. Now that I'm older, though, I realized that I don't even like sports, but my mother wouldn't even entertain the idea of me quitting.

That Monday morning, I got up for school and got dressed. I then grabbed my gym bags and made my way to school. When I got to the school, my first thing was to find the principal's office, so I could get my class schedule. While searching for it, I was bumped into by a male.

"Sorry- wait are you new here?" he asked me.

"Yeah, I just moved here. I'm (Y/N)," I introduced myself.

"Well, (Y/N), I'm Token. Where are you heading?" he asked me.

I was about to ask him for directions to the principal's office, but then someone caught my eye. It was the boy I saw this weekend at the store. He wasn't just any boy, however. He was a gorgeous 6'0 guy with red roots and a goth atheistic. He was the type of person that you'd see in a photograph, not in this tiny town. I tried to smile to him at the store, but he was quick to run off. This was my chance to talk to him.

"Yeah, it was good to meet you, but I got to go," I instantly said to Token before turning my direction to the mysterious boy's.

I went down the hall, hoping I'd find him, but he seemed to disappear. I looked all around the area, but it was like he never existed.

I swear I'm going crazy.

"You look lost," a male voice a head of me said.

I looked up to see a guy with Raven hair and a blue hat standing in front of me.

"Me? I'm just looking for someone..." I replied, still focused on the empty hallway.

"What's their name? I probably know them," he asked me.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "I don't even know you."

The dark-haired boy chuckled. "I'm Stan."

"(Y/N)," I replied. "I don't know the guy's name, but it's a boy with black hair and red roots, dressed in all black—"

"Pete," Stan interrupted.

"Yeah, sure," I agreed, even though I had a hard time thinking such an edgy guy would be named Pete.

"Why are you looking for him?" Stan asked.

I felt my face heat up. There was no way I was telling him that I was chasing a guy I had a crush on even though I had never met him.

Stan noticed my discomfort and chuckled. "Pete is one of the Goths. Don't even bother wasting your time on him. I can promise that you aren't his type."

"Oh, and you would know because you are part of the Goths," I replied sarcastically.

Stan let out another laugh. "The amount of irony that was left in that statement. Just trust me, they aren't a fan of conformists."

"I'm not a conformist," I protested.

"You may think that, but I promise that they will say otherwise," Stan said.

"STAN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" a female yelled down the hall.

I looked to see a girl in a purple coat and pink hat, furiously walking towards us.

"Making new friends," Stan shrugged.

"With her?!" the girl asked.

"Wendy," Stan let out a groan. "We broke up months ago. Just move on already."

"I'll admit, we had our problems—"

"No, Wendy, we are done. For good this time," Stan sternly said. "Come on, (Y/N)."

Stan grabbed my wrist and dragged me down the hall until Wendy was out of sight.

"Where are you heading?" Stan asked me.

"Principal's office," I answered.

"Okay, I'll take you there," Stan replied.

*Pete's P.O.V.*

I was walking down the hall, getting another pack of smokes out of my locker when I heard it. That laugh. The same one I heard in the store.

I turned around to see her. It was the same (h/c) haired girl that I saw in the store, and she was with Marsh.

Typical. Of course, a girl like that would be seen with Marsh. Watch the two of them fall in love just like stupid conformists do.

I got to my locker and grabbed a new pack before stuffing them into my pocket and slamming my locker shut. The noise caused others in the hall to look my way, but I shot them all a glare and went behind the school to join the others.

"Where's Henrietta?" I asked, seeing that Michael was the only one waiting back there.

"Not here yet," he answered, already smoking a cigarette.

"Well, being that it's just us, can I ask you something?" I questioned.

He nodded, not looking my way.

I took a deep breath before saying, "There is this new girl—"

"No," he instantly cut me off.

"But—"

"Let me guess, you want her to join us because you like her? You want to make her a goth so you can be closer to her? Yeah?"

I stood there speechless.

"You're too transparent," Michael commented.

Suddenly Henrietta came through the back doors giving us her usual lively greeting, but it didn't take her long to realize the tension in the room.

"What were you guys talking about?" she asked.

"Nothing," I grumbled, lighting my cigarette.

She looked to Michael who gave her a shrug in response.