A Conformist Love Story: Goth Kid Pete x Reader

Chapter Four

*Pete's P.O.V.*

My eyes were glued to the clock, waiting for the bell to ring. Finally, the dreaded noise screeched throughout the building, and I closed my notebook, grabbed my bag, and left the classroom with Henrietta.

"That was the worst fifty minutes of my life," Henrietta commented.

I nodded in agreement. "It was agonizing."

"At least you didn't have Testaburger in your group," she continued to complain.

We continued to walk until we saw something that caught our eyes and stopped us dead in our tracks. It was an emo. And there wasn't just one of them, but a group of them had formed in the hallway.

"Shit," I mumbled.

We quickly turned to walk the other way, in hopes that we may run into Michael, but no matter where we went, we only found more emos.

"He's got to already be behind the school," Henrietta said.

"There is no way he would've gotten back there without us running into him," I responded. Then it hit me, "I bet I know where he is."

I lead us to the gym, as Henrietta continued to look at me like I had gone inside. Once inside the gym, I went under the bleachers where I found Michael standing among the Vamp Kids.

"Michael?" Henrietta questioned. "Why are you here?"

"The emos were already behind the school before I even got out of class. Firkle was with them," Michael scowled.

"Don't be too upset about that. He betrayed you before. This should be no surprise," Mike pointed out.

The second bell rand, signaling that it was time to go back to class.

"We will meet here after school," Michael announces.

"Yeah, after school," Mike shadowed after him, causing Michael to glare in his direction.

"What? So, are we joining them?" I asked.

"We have no choice. I'd rather be mistaken for a douche Vamp Kid than a faggy emo," Michael replied, grabbing his bag for class.

"So, we're douche Vamp Kids now?" I asked, annoyed.

"No, but they are our allies, and currently our hang out is occupied," Michael sternly stated before walking off.

~Time Skip~

The last bell of the day rang, meaning school was over with. I debated whether I actually wanted to go to the gym, but to avoid the headache from Michael later, I went. However, as soon as I walked into the gym, a ball came flying at me.

"Sorry," (Y/N) apologized, chasing after the ball.

I rolled my eyes and walked under the bleachers, getting strange looks from the entire volleyball team.

"I'm here," I sighed.

"Oh, we were just going through who was going to guard the hang out when the school is open. I think that there is enough of us here that if each day one us call in sick, it won't look suspicious," Mike explained.

"We need our parents to call, though. You heard the principal. My dad will destroy my shrines if I get expelled," Henrietta said.

"That's why you fake sick to your parents. Then, they'll call the school, and you sneak out and come here," Mike further explained.

"Okay, but all the school doors have cameras. They'll see that we snuck in here," I commented.

"The gym door's camera is broken thanks to some idiot senior boys. You'll come through that door. Someone will be here to let you in," Mike stated.

"What about late-night school events?" Kate Gelson asked. "Will someone be here?"

"Yes, we'll change shifts for it," Michael responded.

"Ah, and when there are games in the gym, we'll have at least three people here," Mike added.

They continued their planning which went one for hours, but I had stopped listening long ago. I was looking between the bleachers watching (Y/N) play. She was actually really good.

"Pete!" Michael shouted.

"What?" I questioned.

"Can you stay Thursday?" he asked.

I looked back to the group. All of them were staring at me. I slowly nodded.

"Okay, this week is covered then. We can meet again Friday to figure out a plan next week," Mike announced.

Everyone in the group got up to leave. Michael held Henrietta and me back to sit behind the school to read poetry. I knew that he was just trying to use the spot one more time, and I felt the same. We didn't talk about the emos or (Y/N), but just the darkness. We didn't stay out there long before we dispersed. Michael and Henrietta went out the front door while I made my way to my locker.