Patrick's POV
I leaned against my locker as pete wentz walked down the hall under Mikey Way's arm. I had watched pete for the last few months since he got to school his smile use to me contagious but now is was forced and bitter sweet. He make eye contact with me for a split second before looking down. Though we had never talked before I knew more about him than most people. I saw him at his lowest covered head to toe in bruises looking like Mikey's hand . I just wanted to pull him away and into my arms but mikey would literally pummel me to dust. Pete pulled away walking to his locker which was right across from mine. I could see him looking at me from the little magnet mirror in his locker. When we made eye contact he flashed me a quick smile and mouthed ' hey' . I blushed and mouthed it back to him. He pulled out a pen and old index card writing softly down before closing his locker and walking down the hallway dropping the paper at my feet and joined up with mikey. I picked it up tucking it in my pocket before going to class. I sat in the back a little bored before I asked to go to the restroom with plans on skipping for the rest of the day. As I was walking down the hallway I heard a slap and a whimper turning my head I saw pete holding his cheek and mikey walking down the hallway. Petes face was completely blank but I could see tears trying to escape. Pete then grabbed his bag off the floor and followed mikey like a lovesick puppy but I could see everything but love in his eyes. Mostly it was a mixture of fear and hatred.
