A Conformist Love Story: Goth Kid Pete x Reader

Chapter Sixteen

"What did you read?" Pete seethed, obviously upset.

"I-I just, I don't—"

"This is my privacy. You should know that," he snapped at me.

"I know, I just—"

"You what?" he aggressively cut me off. "I left it out one time and you—"

"Yeah, well maybe if I didn't have such a hard time trying to understand you, I wouldn't have to do this. You are so cool and calm, hardly showing any emotion. But then you kiss me and hunt me down. You save me, but then say all of those mean things- I can't do it anymore, Pete! Like do you even like me, because I think I have fallen in love—"

"Love? I could never love you, and you could NEVER love me. Look at you (Y/N). You have all these friends; you are someone in this school, and you just showed up this year. You are part of everyone else. But me? I am no one, and no one can love everyone," he spat at me.

"Pete, stop thinking that I care about that stuff. The only thing I care about is you—"

"Don't lie to me," he bitterly cut me off, before leaving the room.

It wasn't long before the nurses came to check in on me and get their hourly stats, but I hardly even noticed their presents.

Why are you being like this Pete...

~Time Skip~

The next day I was discharged. I spent the day at home but didn't bother to update anyone. I didn't really feel like talking to anyone about anything, let alone updating everyone on my medical status. The next day, I just showed up to school, surprising the boys.

"(Y/N)? You're here..." Stan commented, as both him and Kyle approached my locker.

"I am," I reassured them with a small smile.

"I'm glad you're okay," Kyle stated, returning a smile.

"Are you two done fighting?" I questioned.

"Yeah...we're sorry about that, (Y/N)," Stan apologized. "If we weren't acting like idiots, you would have never gotten hurt."

"It's just a mild concussion. I just get the occasional headache," I reassured him.

"I think that it's safe to just let you pick. Neither of us will hold a grudge. We just want you to be happy," Kyle said.

Ahhhh, this is awkward. C'mon (Y/N), just be honest.

"About that...it's not that I don't like you guys, it's just—"

"You like Pete," Stan cut me off.

"Pete?" Kyle questioned.

I let out a small sigh.

Do I still like him?

"That would explain your obsession with him when you first got here," Kyle commented.

"I- I just don't know where I am at with any of that," I told them.

"(Y/N), he was a complete dick to you, and even if he did like you back, what would Michael—"

I quickly rushed to hush him, "Michael can't know, but Pete came a visited me in the hospital. And if Michael were to find out, it would ruin Pete's entire life. I don't know how I feel about any of this, and right now, I don't even want to think about that. Any of it. I just want to spend time with my guy friends."

"Us, right?" Stan clarified.

"Yes...you guys," I giggled. "And if you guys could do me the favor and not tell anyone?"

They both gave me a nod in agreement before we made our way down the hall together.

*Pete's P.O.V.*

I was at my locker when I spotted (Y/N) down the hall. She looked to be walking to class with Marsh and Broflovski. I didn't even realize that she was back at school. She didn't even bother to glance in my direction.

I am no one, and she really is everyone...everything.

I took a deep breath and closed my locker, trying to mentally prepare myself for the long day.

"Did you see her last night?" A voice behind me asked.

I turned around to see Henrietta standing there. I gave her a slight nod in response.

"Did is go well?" she asked.

I just shook my head and glanced to the ground. I didn't really want to talk about the other night at all.

Pete...you can't keep letting Michael dictate your life decisions. I know he's the reason that you talk to poorly of her, but we can all see through that. I saw your face the other night- and you know, maybe love is just a distraction of how horrible and pointless life is, but sometimes it's okay to have that...even for us. If you're worried, I'll help make sure Michael doesn't find out."

"I'll have to think about. I'm just not sure—"

"Just because you two don't come from the same social realm, doesn't mean that you aren't right for each other. Look at Romeo and Juliet, Jack and Rose—"

"All of those people died," I commented.

"May be so, but they loved each other," she replied.

"Why do you know so much about this love stuff anyways?" I asked her.

"Don't tell Michael, but I don't have the idea of love. I just hope one day he'll get over it one day. You have a real opportunity here, Pete. Don't waste it...it won't be around forever," she stated.

Her words dawned on me, but it was nothing that I could fix right now. All I could do was let out a sigh and make my way down the hall, knowing that I had a lot to think about.