Pete x Reader - Goths and Conformists...

Hey all you wonderful readers! 

I am back, again, with another fanfic! This one though is a little mini-multi-chapter of the red-headed goth kid - Pete! I hope you like! Please don't forget to comment and ENJOY! 

Angel, over and out! 

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Reader's P.O.V

I can't do this anymore...I have to let him go and let him fall, hard. I've had enough of his untruthful words and fake love...I have to end this, I don't want to suffer anymore! 

" That. Is. IT!" I cried, stomping over to my boyfriend, David, he was kissing another one of those good for nothing cheer leaders and didn't seem to be holding back. He had his arms around her waist, his tongue shoved down her throat as she ran her fingers through his blonde locks. I felt hot tears trail down my cheeks, a hot, burning pain blinding my eyes as the tears blurred my vision further into a foggy mist but I could still see his figure embracing another girl. Blinking away the tears, I grabbed a hold of David's jacket and forcefully pulled him away from the cheerleader, sending his figure crashing to the ground. I faced the girl that David cheated on me with, she had shimmering chestnut brown hair with bleached ends and light blue, grayish irises, I gave her a frightening glare and she was soon sent running for her life, giving a shrill squeak before she did so. As I stepped before my 'boyfriend's' grunting figure, I found that he hadn't even realized I was the one that had pulled him away. 

" What do you think you're doin-" he stopped abruptly, staring up at my tearful face and gave a look of fright and shock, cowering as my glare intensified, even through all the tears.

" Stop stealing my Line You JERK!!!" I shrieked, kicking him with the point of my shoe, in a place where the sun doesn't shine, allowing a painful cry to travel from his lips as he clutched his 'part', rolling around, scrunched up into a ball, " I have had enough of your games! Everything we did together was just a lie wasn't it?! I bet it was funny to you lying straight to my face and letting me believe everything you've said! I have given you one too many chances and I am SICK of your disgusting attitude! This time it's over! FOR REAL!!! Go and f*** as many B****s as you want because I don't care anymore! I don't need you!...I don't need anyone!!!" I shouted, outraged. He had been playing with my heart from the very beginning and it was time for me to go. I don't want him treating me so carelessly because even if I seem like the sort of girl that could remain cool with everything and wouldn't give a damn about shiv, I still have my feelings and I still need to be treated with care; that is an aspect that David didn't provide. I knew it was bad to fall for the school's top playboy but no, I just had to fall for his spell like any other girl and now I pay the price...

Walking around school grounds, I looked for a place that didn't have a crowd...a place where I can have some peace and quite, to think things through...I was just doing some school errands such as helping the receptionist quite a bit with delivering forgotten bags or any important letters of messages to any class and thereby I've missed a few of my classes. I thought things would be peaceful and flowing, with nothing to guide my cheerful mood into that of a rotten, unhappy attitude. Though, what I didn't expect to happen, happened because as I made my way back to the front desk after just delivering a letter, I ran into my 'boyfriend' skipping class and exchanging saliva with another girl. Just my luck...  

Breathing a heavy sigh, I found myself stumbling upon the back of the school; my tears had already dried up and my throat felt rather sore from my outburst of wails and sorrow. I found the wire door open and took a cautious step inside the area to find it empty as well as eerily quiet. The air was coated with the scent of cigarette smoke, filling my lungs and suffocating me, resulting in a coughing fit to erupt but I kept venturing further upon a paved ground, littered with used matches, cigarettes and some occasional trash. Finding a little place where, it seemed, people hung around quite often due to the blankets, make-shift chairs and torn up pillows that didn't seem a bit attractive but apparently made them comfortable enough, I made my way over to a pile of cushions and made myself at home, snuggling up against their slight warmth and softness, thinking of what I've put myself through because of a stupid mistake. 

I remember how I always used to watch him from the back, envying any girl he flirted with and slowly growing to love him for a reason unknown to me...he had such alluring eyes but now I find them sickening and filled with untruth...he had such a smooth calming voice but now I find it disturbing and so hollow in honesty for the words he conveys his feeling through...he had such beautiful looks but now I find them urging me to punch and batter until blood is drawn and his...'everything' is all but a big. Fat. LIE! What did I even see in him? He was my first ever love and he ruined everything, giving me mixed signals and never giving an F about my well-being, if he wanted a super fit, hot and attractive girl to claim as his own then he could have just said so and didn't lead me on to believe the falseness of his words, acting like a foul and losing my pride without myself even knowing...why would somebody do something like that?...I used to think life along with love was so beautiful but now I see it as something that is just one who poses to have a loving nature but only wears a mask of ravishing beauty to conceal it's hideous looks and cruel behavior...I swear I would never fall in love again...ever! I've already fallen...too hard and I can't bare the weight of the shattered pieces of my heart upon the cavity of my stomach. I tried to play fair with him but he only cheated and every time I would give him a chance, he would always end up turning me down, cheating all over again. Feeling a single tear stray down my face, I clutched the pillow I held to my chest tighter as I wiped away at my lashes, restraining my tears. 

" Hey...what are you doing here?" I heard a hollow voice call out to me, turning around, I met the half-lidded eyes of the goth kids, " get out of here you Conformist!" a tall pale guy with curly dark hair ordered as I stood up, slowly making my way over to them, by the gate, my gaze upon the ground.

" Wait-Wait-Wait! What were you doing here anyway?" a girl, garbed in a black, Gothic dress, netting and goth-like make-up asked as I looked into her eyes.

" I wanted a place to have some peace and quiet in...I really hate life right now..." I trailed off, making my way out of the area again only to be stopped by another voice.

" What do you hate about it?" it asked, a scowl making its way upon my face. 

"...everything..." 

" Then you've come to the right place...we hate life...want to join us? We're the only people who can understand the pain you're going through..." I turned around to face them again, an emotionless look playing upon my tear stained face. 

"...y-you understand?..."

" Of course we do, we are goths...we hate life...it only brings suffering and unbearable pain" a small boy concluded as I took another step towards them. 

"...alright, I'll join..." 

" Good to know...I'm Pete by the way." a guy with dark, partly dyed red hair, introduced. 

" I'm (Y/N)..." 

" Well, finally another girl...welcome..."