A Perfect Mistake (Book One in the Peterick Mpreg Series)

Sophomore Slump (Patrick's POV)

"Hi Patrick," Pete said as he smiled.

"H-Hi," I said.

Honestly, when I first walked in and Pete stared at me while I was getting my things out, he kind of scared me. He looked like the type of guy you wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley... He was honestly kind of scary looking. He was wearing black skinny jeans, a black shirt, a black and purple hoodie, and his hair was black and hung over his eyes. He looked... Interesting, for lack of a better word. I know I shouldn't judge people by their looks, but I was scared.

I avoided making eye contact with Pete during the whole class. I noticed him staring at me a few times out of the corner of my eye though. Why does he keep doing that? Is it something I'm wearing? Do I have something on my face? It was making me very uncomfortable. Finally, after another forty five minutes of staring and feeling uncomfortable, the bell rang. I breathed a sweet sigh of relief.

"Class, before you go, I want you to come to class tomorrow with a five page essay written about what you think your future will consist of," the professor said.

Sounds simple enough. I can do that. After the professor was done talking, I packed my things up and stood up, only to jump when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Sorry short stuff," Pete said as he laughed.

"I-It's ok," I said.

"So, are you ready for me to show you around?" he asked.

"I guess," I said.

"Then lets go short stuff," he said as he walked out of the aisle from where we were seated.

I slowly followed him out of the aisle and out of the room. I noticed the professor gave me a small smile before I left. Well, that was creepy. Anyway, I was a good seven feet behind Pete the entire time he was showing me around. I was always the shy type of guy and didn't like to put myself out there. Pete seemed to be the complete opposite because almost every room we went into, someone came up to him and they did a handshake or something. Pete seemed to be kind of popular around here or something. Everytime a person would come up to him, they'd eventually look at me and it made me so uncomfortable that I though about ditching Pete and going back to my dorm.

"H-Hey, um, Pete," I said as I stopped walking.

"Yeah short stuff?" Pete asked.

"A-Are we almost done?" I asked.

"You stutter a lot," he said.

"I-I'm aware," I said. "I get nervous easily."

"I've noticed short stuff," he said.

"Why do you keep calling me short stuff?" I asked.

"What would you like me to call you?" he asked.

"Patrick," I said.

"Ok, lunchbox," he said as he smirked.

"Seriously?" I asked.

"I'm just messing with you," he said as he laughed. "And to answer you first question, yes, we're almost done."

"Good," I said.

We started walking again and I started to calm down a little. He showed me the art room and where the lunchroom to end the tour. This is a huge ass school. I wish I was still back at my old school. I still lived with my parents and they moved here, so I had to transfer here after first semester. And now, I mean I guess I wouldn't technically living with my parents anymore. I have a dorm here, so that's nice. I'm obviously sharing it with someone, but since I arrived late today, I didn't know who it was.

"There," Pete said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "That's the end of the tour."

"Thanks," I said.

"No problem lunchbox," he said, which made me blush. "Aw, you're blushing."

"Shut up," I said.

"Nothing wrong with blushing short stuff," he said, which made me blush again.

"Ok, I'm going to my dorm," I said as I turned and walked down the hallway.

I walked another ten feet and realized that Pete was following me. Can't this guy get enough of me?

"Why are you following me?" I asked as I stopped walking.

"My dorm is this way too," he said as he smiled and walked past me.

"Lovely," I said under my breath.

"What was that, lunchbox?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing," I said.

We continued walking until we both wound up in front of the same door. We both reached for the knob at the same time.

"W-We're sharing a dorm?" I asked.

"Seems to appear that way," Pete said as he put his hand on the knob and turned it. "Welcome to my, well our, humble abode."