Pete, The Asshole (Pete Wentz X Reader)

First Day

((Your POV*))
So I'm fucking moving. Again. This is supposed to be the last time though. My parents are officially separated. My mom didn't want to let me go but I have 2 more years of high school left. My dad hasn't been there for me my whole life, he deserves a chance. It's only 2 hours away from my old town so I can still visit. I'd be stoked about it if it wasn't for me having to switch schools.

Today, I venture to the slum known as "Wilmette High". Great. Didn't dress up too much today, just a (blue/black/red) flannel, high waisted jeans, and some black, ankle high combat boots. My (h/l) (h/c) hair was a bit wavy looking from the day before because I had curled it but I decided it was enough. Once I decided I was decent, I grabbed my backpack and a black jacket and walked to my new kitchen.

"House is nice, dad. Is my coffee ready?" I asked, politely.

"Thanks, Y/n. I only wanted the best for you. And yes, here's your coffee. You'll be late so just take it to go." He smiled and handed me a thermos.

I saluted him and walked out the door. The school was only down the street and to the left of my house so it was within walking distance.

I walked through the doors of Wilmette high and sighed. Great. Actually, it wasn't a bad school. Looked better than my old one. I suddenly felt a bump against my shoulder and then another one which sent me to the floor on my knees.

"Ew. What even are you?" A pretty girl with auburn hair said. She wore a red t-shirt and checkered pants with some converse. Beside her was a boy with black fringe and...eyeliner?

"Why are you looking at me? Gross." She stepped over me, disgusted.

"Jeez, sorry. You don't have to be an asshole." She turned around and looked at me, squinting.

"Sorry, didn't catch that."

"You don't have to be an asshole. You understand that expression, right? Like you don't have to be a dick when I didn't do anything to you, you're the one who pushed me down," I said, getting up.

She walked closer to me so we were only 4 inches away from each other and she smirked.

"You're talking to the wrong person. Bitch."

"Ditto," I said, clenching one of my fists and digging my polished finger nails into the my coffee thermos.

I swear, I was going to swing but someone pulled me back. He had a poofy hair-do and pretty blue eyes.

"Fuck off, Ashlee!" He said, yanking me towards him.

The boy with eyeliner pulled her away as well and she scolded him.

She turned back to the boy holding me by my elbow, "Ewh, Joe. You're a fucking dick anyway. Let's go, Pete."

So the boy holding me by my arm's name was Joe? And the boy with the eyeliner was Pete? And the bitch with too much fucking lipstick on, her name was Ashlee? Okay. Making progress I guess.

"And you, ma'am, shouldn't be getting into arguments with the richest girl in school. That was Ashlee and I'm Joe, your new best friend." He pulled away from my arm and extended it to give me a hand shake.
I shook back and addressed myself as Y/n L/n, the new student.

What an interesting morning.