Sex Lessons (Peterick) **REWRITTEN**

02

CH. 2 -- PATRICK

Pete Wentz is pretty.

Okay, that is not how I planned to start today off. However, I can't help but look at him from my balcony as I take a few drags from my cigarette and think about how someone could look so perfect doing everyday things.

He's on the phone, pacing around his back patio as he screams into it. I can't make out the words he's saying, but he looks like he's going to pull his hair out in frustration. Finally, he hangs his phone up and throws it across his backyard.

My eyes widen when he doesn't go pick it up, instead walking inside. A few seconds later, he makes his way out of the front door and to his car, leaving without so much as a glance back.

I pull a shirt over my head, walking down my stairs and out of my back door. My butler, who is basically the only person that's ever taken care of me, follows me out.

"Mr. Patrick, you should be going soon. It's late already, and I've packed your breakfast so you may eat it in the car." Mark says, and when I stop walking and turn around, he has a brown paper bag in his hand.

"Thank you, Mark. And I've told you time and time again, you don't have to call me Mister. You changed my diapers for Christ's sake." I laugh, and he just nods, handing me the bag and going back inside. I set the bag gently on the ground before turning back towards the Wentz residence.

I jump the fence separating my backyard with the Wentz's because I don't feel like going back in and getting the gate key. I know his mother left early this morning because, well, she is the mayor. Pete's brother, Andrew, attends military school somewhere on the other side of the country, and his sister, Hilary, is a cheerleader so she's already at school. His stepfather runs a restaurant downtown - Andrew's Eatery, named after his eldest stepson - so no one is home presumably besides maybe a maid or two.

I make my way through his backyard until I find his phone. It's somehow not cracked, lying perfectly fine on the damp ground.

I pocket it into my jeans before hopping the fence again and grabbing my breakfast baggie. Grabbing my keys from the counter, I call a goodbye out to Mark before hopping in my car.

He's right, it's later than I thought. I'll probably be late, but it doesn't matter. I'm failing most of everything anyways. Everything except English. I've always loved English.

I make my way to my locker, and, as usual, no one takes a second glance at me. I wouldn't reckon they would. Most people act like I don't exist after what happened last year.

The only person that's stuck by me through all of the shit I've been through is staring at me with his vibrant blue eyes when I shut my locker door. I don't jump away, instead just raising an eyebrow at him.

"How come you never get scared when I do that? Josh, like, flips his shit." Spencer asks, opening his own locker and grabbing his math book. Oh, that's what we have first period?

"I'm not a pussy." I say nonchalantly, opening my locker and putting my American History book back and grabbing my Algebra II book instead.

Before Spencer can come back with a witty remark, someone shouts the word, "Fight!" from across the hallway. Spencer and I share a look before making our way to the crowd forming by a set of lockers.

When we walk up, the crowd splits because, hello, the King of Fights has just walked up. Andy Hurley, the senior that lifts weights and dates Joe Trohman, has someone pressed against the locker, a fist in the air.

When he moves his head the slightest bit, I see a short black curly head of hair. That isn't.. No, it can't be. And then I hear, "Come on, man, please don't," and I know it's Pete.

"Hurley, what the fuck are you doing?" I say, dropping my book on the ground and walking closer to him. He turns around to face me, a smirk on his face.

"Stump, dude, we can beat his ass together! I've always wanted to fight with you!" Andy beams, pushing Pete against the lockers again when he tries to move. Pete gives me a pleading look, and I feel my face soften before I force myself to re-clench my jaw.

"If you don't get away from him, you're going to be fighting against me." I threaten, and his eyes widen before he lets Pete fall to the ground.

"I don't. I don't understand." Andy says, turning to face me. "Since when were you and Wentz friends?"

"It doesn't matter. You're not picking on someone five times smaller than you." I tell him, and his eyebrows raise as he crosses his arms.

"He tried to kiss Joe, dude! That can't go without punishment." Andy tries, and I shake my head, walking closer to Pete and offering a hand out to him. He looks up at me through his long lashes, and fuck, I'm glad I decided to show up today.

When he takes my hand and I help him up, I turn back to Andy. "Then let your boy handle it. It's his fight, not yours."

Andy narrows his eyes at me before picking his backpack up off of the ground and storming away. The crowd lingers until I say, "The fuck are you all looking at? Get your asses to class. Now."

"I don't think I've ever seen Tyler Joseph run. Let alone run that fast. He should go out for track." Pete says once everyone's gone. I turn back around and offer him a soft smile.

"Well, sometimes when you get a reputation, people tend to do things they wouldn't normally do just to please you." I didn't mean for that to come out suggestively, but it does.

Pete Wentz's eyes squint when he laughs. Two small dimples form on either side of his gorgeous smile, and eyebrows raise, making his forehead wrinkle. Just things I thought you all would like to know.

"Thanks for saving me back there." Pete says as I walk him to his class. All I can do is smile until I remember his phone is in my pocket.

"Hey, you, uh, threw this earlier." I offer it to him, and his eyes widen.

"You saw that..?" He trails off, taking the phone from me. When I nod, he just sighs and stops walking. "Sorry you had to see that. My brother was supposed to come home for Halloween, but he can't. And I'm just really upset about it. It's been, like, eight months since I saw him." Pete scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, and I just nod.

"It's okay. I kind of, like, understand. I don't get to see my parents as often as I'd like." I say, and Pete smiles at me, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"You know, you're, like, not scary. At all." Pete says, and I snort, shaking my head.

"Aw, damn, you mean my bleached blonde hair doesn't make me look edgy? I'm totally not a punk anymore." I joke, and Pete laughs again. God, I'd pay to hear that all the time. And to be the cause of it gives me butterflies.

"I think that people should get to know the person that is Patrick Stump, not the reputation that follows him." Pete says, and I feel my breath hitch. He squeezes my shoulder before walking the rest of the way to his class.

there we go !! ch 2 is up & i love this

also who knew it was gonna b spence that dallon liked

probably all of u bc hi sprallon trash #1

thx for reading !!