A Conformist Love Story: Goth Kid Pete x Reader

Chapter Seven

*Pete's P.O.V.*

I was running slightly late to pick (Y/N) up from practice. Michael insisted that we all read one more poem before leaving, and now I was late. When I finally got to the school, I saw a car pulled up to the front that looked a lot like mine. I didn't think much of it until it passed me, and I saw Luke Carper driving. I instantly knew that he had (Y/N). She probably thought his car was mine. I wasted no time to give a benefit of the doubt, and I instantly followed the car.

I made sure to keep my distance behind him, and when he pulled into a warehouse out of town I continued straight. However, it was clear that this warehouse was their hangout outside of school.

I have to think of a plan and fast.

~Time Skip~

*Your P.O.V.*

I woke up with a pounding headache, but it didn't take me long to realize my surrounding. I was tied to a chair, with a piece of cloth wrapped around my mouth, in a large worn-down building for some reason. I could only guess that it was a warehouse of some sorts, but why was I here?

I struggled to break the ties loose, but they were fairly tight around me.

What the fuck? Why am I here? And What time even is it?

I looked around until I spotted an old dirty clock hanging on the wall. It read 1:24.

In the morning? It was 1:00 in the morning? My grandparents are probably freaking out!

I continued to scoop out my surroundings. No one looked to be around. It was just an empty warehouse with a whole bunch of plants.

I can't believe I really got kidnapped by a guy in skinny jeans.

I continued to struggle against the ties, but I had no luck. I was about to give up completely unlit I heard a loud bang, which caused my whole body to tense. Then, out of nowhere, I saw Pete come running towards me.

Is he part of all of this?

I didn't bother to ask questions as he instantly untied me. Once I was free, I removed the fabric wrapped around my mouth. I was ready to ask questions, but Pete gave me no time.

"We need to hurry," he said, taking my arm and leading us out of the building.

He was much quicker than I imagined he'd be. He led me out of the building, where we picked up our pace to run to the car that was parked a ways away. By the time we got there, we were both slightly out of breath.

"What...what the hell is going on?" I asked, trying to steady my breath.

"The emos kidnapped you," Pete answered, pulling out a cigarette.

How can he smoke right now? I'm even tired.

"Why though? What do they want with me?" I questioned.

"Their leader, Luke Carper, wanted you to be their emo queen," Pete said in disgust.

"This is stupid," I bluntly said. "All of this is ridiculous. I'm calling the cops."

"No, don't get the police involved," Pete instantly protested.

"Pete, you are seventeen years old. You are almost an adult," I pointed out.

"Don't remind me," he rolled his eyes. "Don't talk to any adults. They aren't going to do anything. Leave this to me. I'm going to take care of it. I have a plan"

I looked back at him. His eyes were focused on the road, but there was a dark look in his eyes.

"...so, you going to tell me your plan?" I asked, slightly worried.

"No," he replied.

"What? Why not?" I questioned, a little annoyed.

"Calm down. I'm not telling you because it's kind of illegal," he chuckled.

"So is kidnapping, but you won't let me report that either," I stated.

"Look, my plan could put you in danger, and there is no need for that. Tomorrow, just go back to your regular conformist life, and I will take care of the rest," he reassured me.

"Okay, but what about the emos? They are going to know that I'm gone come morning," I pointed out.

"Just stick with Stan and Kyle. The more conformist you're around the better...and, I don't think that we should be seen together anymore either," Pete said.

What...

I felt my heart sink with his words. Though the time we had spent together wasn't a lot, I really did like being around him. I felt this instant connection with him.

"You're a danger to the Goths," he continued, taking a drag of his cigarette. "I think that it would be better off for everyone if you stick to your conformist swine."

I let out an ironic laugh. "Are you serious?"

He briefly glanced to me. "Do I look like the type of guy to crack a joke?"

"You just saved me from being kidnapped, and now you want me to just stay away from you?" I questioned in disbelief.

"Look, this isn't personal—"

"No, it feels pretty personal," I interrupted him. "Pete, I like you, okay? And I know you like me. I can tell. We have this connection. This vibe. You can't tell me that you don't feel it too. I don't care if I'm a jock and you're—"

I was abruptly cut off by Pete's lips meeting mine. His lips were cold and chapped, and his breath smelled of smoke. It felt like pure bliss. It made me forget about everything. Being kidnapped. Kyle liking me. Whatever Romeo and Juliet complex Pete was facing. It all disappeared.

Pete slowly pulled away and sternly said, "No one can know about this."

I gave him a slow understanding nod before he pulled away. He then started the car and drove off, keeping my hand in his the entire way home.