Pete, The Asshole (Pete Wentz X Reader)

Pretty Boy

((Your POV**))
I paced outside of the choir room. Who did he think he was? Who did he think I was? My anger soon turned into anxiety. I'd had a past with that too. More like present since I practically had anxiety/panic attacks every other day.

I bumped into a boy as I paced.

"S-Sorry." The boy said. He had soft, dark brown hair. It was parted to the side. He had pretty, chocolate brown eyes. From just that one word, I could tell that one he had the voice of an angel. He wore a white button up and some black skinny jeans.

"Uh, you okay...didn't catch a name." He said as I foolishly stared.

"Y/n."

"Hello there, I'm Brendon." he extended a hand to me and again, I stared foolishly. After 5 seconds, I shook it and then shook my head to make sure I was awake.

"You're a pretty one, aren't you?" He said in a laugh. I blushed at that. He was gorgeous.

"And quiet. I like you. What are you doing outside? You in Mr. Joseph's class?"

I nodded, still in disbelief of one, how sexy this boy was, and two, HOW I WAS STILL THINKING OF FUCKING PETE WENTZ.

"Well, I was going to skip with my boyfriend but he decided class was probably better," he rolled his eyes. Damn it. Of course the hot guy was gay! I'm not a homophobe at all but this meant that I had exactly a 0.0000% of even kissing him.

"Okay, no, I'm not gay, I'm bi. Don't tell me a pretty girl like you is homophobe, doll."

He read my fucking mind but completely took it the wrong way! I think it was my face that gave it away...

"N-No."

"Then what?" he smirked but sounded kinda annoyed.

"Promise you won't laugh?" I said, loosing up a bit. Brendon nodded.

"You're really fucking hot." I stated.

He chuckled and I made an angry look.

"Calm down, doll. I just think it's cute how you said that. And now I like you. Friends?... possibly with benefits if I suddenly become single? Which is looking pretty good right now because my boyfriend is being a jerk."

I laughed and agreed to his dumb proposal. It's obvious it wasn't a real offer but I did want to be his friend.

"C'mon. Let's go inside. I have this class too." He said, placing his hand on my back, ushering me inside.

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"What the fuck are you doing?" Pete asked Brendon as he saw us walk in.

"Uh, coming to class instead of skipping because Dallon's mad at me?"

They seemed to know each other. Pete looked a little pissed and Brendon still had his hand pressed against my back.

"How do you know Y/n? Why the actual fuck are you touching her?"

Brendon made a face that said "The fuck?" Pete started to get a little pink. I wanted to laugh so hard at Brendon's face but I was a bit upset that Pete was getting overprotective when we weren't friends. In fact, I hated him.

"You don't own me. You don't know me. We're not friends, never will be because people like you are shitty." I snapped, walking up to Pete.

"Brendon's a fucking player, he just wants to get in your pants!" He said as if it was obvious.

"What -- I have a boyfriend! I just saw her outside and she's cool. We're like friends, what's the big deal?!" Brendon scoffed.

"You're one to talk, Wentz. Flirt with any girls lately? Oh wait, forgot you were Ashlee's PURSE DOG." I was 3 inches from his face. Pete was short but he was still taller than me so I looked up at him.

"You. Don't. Know. Me." He said through clenched teeth.

"Don't care to, either. Keep your opinions to yourself because you don't know me." I said, arms crossed, still only 3 inches from his face.

He stormed out and I looked at Brendon.

"Calm down, Y/n," Brendon soothed.

I looked at my arms which were clenched again except this time, I drew blood.

Brendon walked closer to me and held my hands to inspect them.

"Fight?"

I shook my head and told him that I have anger issues and anxiety. I hated having to tell everyone who hung around me that. It was like I had given them a reason to feel sorry for me.

"Sorry about that. Take any medication?"

"Just when I scratch myself up but it's only painkillers. Medication, in any case of any illness, is usually a last resort. My dad hasn't given up completely on therapy."

"Hm. Are you good to go to parties?" He ran his thumb over one of my knuckles which stung so I let out a tiny hiss of pain. he added a "sorry".

"It's fine. But yeah, parties are good just so long as no one makes me mad."

"Alright. So that means no Pete and you seem to not be a huge fan of Ashlee Simpson because no one really is so I'll make sure they don't come. I pretty much live in a mansion and my parents are flying to Hawaii for the week so I'm throwing a party, wanna come?"

"I'll get back to you on that." I smiled.

"Alright." He flashed me a gorgeous smile. God, this Dallon guy was lucky.

"Y/n!" Patrick called, coming over to Brendon and I.

"Hey, what's up?" I pulled my hands away from Brendon and faced Patrick.

"Mr. Joseph's going over a few things but class is almost over. Hey, Bren," He waved quickly to Brendon then turned to me, "I kinda put your name down for solos, oops! You'll be singing an original song written by Pete."

"I must have misheard you," I said, a bit angry. He hugged me and I was surprised. He shook his head and I sighed. Whether or not if I wanted it, I was singing a solo.

"Hey, Pattycakes, party tomorrow at my place, you and Joe coming?

Patrick broke the hug and chastised Brendon for calling him "Pattycakes" but agreed to the party.

"You two seem to be good friends, make Y/n come, Pat!" Brendon whined.

"That's not my name! And I'll try to make her come." He rolled his eyes.

"Uh, Y/n is standing right here."

They laughed ad the bell rang. We walked out and all started to go to last period, parting ways as we reached the end of the hall.