A Conformist Love Story: Goth Kid Pete x Reader

Chapter Five

*Your P.O.V.*

Practice was over, and before leaving, I just needed to get my jacket from my locker. When I got to mu locker, I dialed in the combination, in which I couldn't get it open. I tried a couple more times, and it wouldn't even budge. I leaned my head against the locker in defeat, ready to just walk home in the cold. That was until I heard another locker open down the hall. I looked over to see that Pete was there.

"Oh, hi Pete," I greeted.

He glanced at me and went back to getting his things out of his locker.

"It's Pete, right?" I clarified.

He gave a slight nod.

"I'm (Y/N). I thought since we are classmates and all, I should formally introduce myself," I smiled.

He didn't look away from his locker until he had his jacket. He then closed the locker door and started to walk away.

"Hey, wait...please," I pleaded.

He stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around to face me, grumbling something under his breath.

"Do...do you think you could help me open my locker?" I politely asked.

He let out a sigh and walked towards me.

"Thank you," I smiled at him. "The combinations is 39-13-6."

He dialed in the numbers, but it didn't open.

"That's not your combination," he quietly but coldly stated.

"I'm pretty sure it is," I told him.

"If it was, it would be open," Pete bluntly said.

"But my jackets in there, and I have to walk home- do you think you could just try it again?" I whined.

He let out a sigh. "I guess I can just give you a ride home."

"Really?" I questioned.

He shrugged. "Yeah."

I felt a slight smile grow on my face as I followed him out of the school. As soon as we got outside the chilly Colorado high hit me, and I couldn't help but shiver. I didn't say anything about, but apparently, I didn't have to as I felt a jacket be draped over my shoulders.

I gave Pete a surprised look. "Th-thank you."

He didn't even bother to look at me as a response. He kept walking towards his car. Once we were in the car, he asked for my address and plugged it into his phone. After he had the aux playing, he lit himself a cigarette and started the car.

"I hope you don't mind," he mumbled.

"No," I replied. "But aren't you—"

"I've been doing this since I was a kid. I don't think my age is going to effect it right now," he interrupted.

The smell of smoke lingered throughout the car. I sniffed his jacket which had the scent engraved into it. I really didn't mind, though. It wasn't long before Pete pulled into my driveway. I instantly went to take his jacket off, but he stopped me.

"Go ahead and keep it" he stated.

"Are you sure?" I questioned.

He gave me a reassuring nod.

"Well...thank you," I smiled before opening the door.

*Pete's P.O.V.*

I watched (Y/N) get out of the car, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't debating everything.

This is it. If I do anything from here, it will make that connection.... Michael's going to kill me.

"Hey, if you need a ride tomorrow, I can give you one," I offered.

Her (e/c) instantly lit up, "Really?"

I gave her a subtle reassuring nod.

"That would be great." She smiled. "Practice gets over at 6:30, again. Are you going to be meeting with your club again?"

Club?

I couldn't help but chuckle at the idea of the Vamp Kids and Goths being a club.

"No...but I'll just come get you. South Park can kind of be dangerous at night," I warned her.

"Well...thank you," she blushed before running into the house.

I felt a faint smile form on my face, but it quickly faded after I replayed the scene in my head once more.

On Cthuhlu, Michael is really going to kill me if he finds out.