A Conformist Love Story: Goth Kid Pete x Reader

Chapter Six

*Your P.O.V.*

Pete never left my mind that night. Stan may have made it seem impossible for something to work there, but I didn't believe that. He literally gave me his sweatshirt. He can't hate conformists that much.

I took another sniff of the cigarette smelling jacket, before collapsing onto my bed.

Where does this leave me now though? I obviously liked Pete. Should I tell Stan and get his advice? He seems to know a lot about the Goths. But what if Pete finds out and is disgusted by me? Maybe I should just keep tonight to myself.

I had to get out of my thoughts about him. I got up and out of bed to take a shower and get ready for bed. As much as I tried to not think of him, I couldn't help but reply my moment with Pete, which blissfully helped me drift asleep.

The next day, I got up and got ready for school, leaving shortly after. When I got into the school, I instantly spotted Stan at his locker.

"Hey," I greeted him.

"Oh, good, I wanted to talk to you," Stan eagerly said.

"Oh?" I replied, a little confused.

"I was talking to Kyle last night, and he thinks you're really cool. He said that he wanted to take you out or something," Stan grinned.

I felt my eyes widen.

"This is great, right? He hasn't even looked at another girl since Bebe left him for Clyde," Stan continued.

No this is not exciting. I very much liked Pete, and I definitely just saw Kyle as a friend...but I also had to keep in mind the circumstances. Kyle would be the easier option...

"Yeah, so exciting!" I fake cheered, to keep Stan in high spirits.

From his locker, we made our way to our first period class when I couldn't help but notice a group of kids staring at me. They all had dyed, teased hair of some sort. Some were wearing makeup, mostly dark eyeliner, and they were dressed in skinny jeans and band-tees.

I'm not sure who they think they are staring at dressed like that...

I couldn't help but shoot them all a look, in hopes to get them to look away, but it didn't work. It didn't matter much, though. Stan and I were soon down the hall and out of sight.

*Pete's P.O.V.*

I watched down the hall as all the emos watched Stan and (Y/N) while they were walking down the hall. I wasn't close enough to hear what they were all saying, but I was able to hear Luke Carper.

"That's the new girl, right?" he asked.

One of the other emos nodded.

"I want that one as my emo queen," he evilly grinned.

I felt my body tense.

Over my dead body.

I took no time to find Michael to tell him what I had overheard. He was currently at his locker, already looking annoyed, probably from being in class.

"I heard more about the emos," I told him.

He looked to me, interested, "Okay...go on."

"I overheard Luke Carper say that he wanted to take (Y/N) as his queen- make her the queen of the emos," I explained to him.

Michael's once interested face soon formed back to his usual bored express. "Let them."

It wasn't the reaction I wanted from him, but it was expected. I knew that he'd need more convincing.

"I thought you didn't want their numbers to grow," I argued.

"Maybe if she was an emo, you'd get over your little crush," Michael snarled.

"I don't have a crush," I denied.

"I looked in your notebook, Pete. All of those poems—"

"I'm sorry- you what?" I interrupted him. "That is my privacy. What the actual fuck?"

"You two can't be together, and I knew you were lying about liking her. Love is just a distraction to keep you mind off of how terrible the world—"

"If you hate love so much, then why do you spend you days making goo-goo eyes at Henrietta?" I spat.

His mouth instantly closed, shocked by my words.

"You sit there trying to protect her from the truth," I continued. "Face it, she is a conformist. That is why she turned so easily. If she was in the same situation as (Y/N)—"

"Oh, just shut up!" Michael interrupted me. "That is none of your business."

"And what I write about isn't any of your business. Just forget I even talked to you, I'll take care of this myself," I spat at him before going to my next class.

~Time Skip~

*Your P.O.V.*

Practice just got over with, and I was just finished in the locker room. When I got outside the school, I saw Pete's car pulled up front, waiting for me.

I guess he was really serious when he said he'd take me home.

Smiling to myself, I instantly got in, but when I looked to the driver's seat to thank him, I quickly noticed that he wasn't Pete. Instead, there sat the one of the guys with the teased hair and skinny jeans, that was staring at me earlier that day.

I felt my body tense. "I must have the wrong car.

I tried to open the door, but he instantly locked them and chuckled. "I don't think so, princess."

I began to panic when I felt a hard force hit the back of my head, making everything go black.