-𝑮𝑼𝒀𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑹 ↝ 𝑬𝑴𝑶 𝑰𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑺

parent teacher night - p. wentz

"god i hate my job." y/n mumbled, adjusting her pencil skirt and white button-up shirt before the next parent could walk in. being a teacher was hard work. dealing with drama between students, grading homework, whiny nine year olds and shitty pay, she questioned if it was even worth it.

there was a knock at the door, another parent, she made sure her desk was clear and shouted

"come on in!" but when the man stepped in the room her throat went dry.

pete motherfucking wentz, the guy from fall out boy.

her eyes flickered to pete, his three kids, and then over to the door. there stood patrick stump, for what she assumed was moral support. y/n, snap out of it! her mind shouted at her, making her pick up her slighty hanging jaw and closing her mouth.

she held out her hand to shake, he happily did.

"mister wentz-" pete smiled and shook his head

"pete is fine." y/n nods, taking a mental note of that. she looked down at his hand. no ring. perfect.

"ms. l/n, you can call me y/n if you'd like."

she was definitely not a flirt, but god- it wasn't every day a single, good looking celebrity is the father of one of your students. being the last parent-teacher interview of the night, y/n took her time with him. they spent a long while talking about their own lives. patrick kept the kids occupied, letting them show off the different things in the classroom.

"oh silly me- i have things to grade, i'm sorry pete, i gotta go." y/n collected her binder, shoving it in the bookcase next to her desk and picked up a pen, scribbling a bunch of numbers onto a piece of paper. "give me a call if you wanna hang out, bye!"

she dashed out the door, holding a second binder that held work she'd mark once she got home. y/n headed to the staff parking lot and crawled in the car, sighing happily.

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pete nervously typed the numbers from the piece of paper that the beautiful teacher named y/n had given him. andy, joe and patrick stood behind him, waiting eagerly and shouting encouraging things.

"go for it pete!"

"pete, call her!"

"just do it man!"

"i'm nervous!" he exclaimed in response, looking up from his phone screen to look at the boys over his shoulder.

"what's there to be afriad of?" patrick asked in response, adjusting his trilby ( he wears a trilby. it's not a fedora don't @ me ) so it wouldn't topple to the ground.

"you're pete wentz! you're the man!" joe exclaimed excitedly, the boys nodding in response and exclaiming different variations of agreeing. pete shrugged, pressing the phone to his ear while it started to ring.

***

y/n rubbed her eyes. she was working on grading papers. those nine year olds liked to get creative when it came to short essays on a topic of their choice. suddenly, her phone rang, making her let out a groan. y/n picked up the phone, her eyes scanning the number that she didn't recognize. "eh, why not?" she said to herself tiredly, answering the phone.

"hnnn, hello?"

"y/n? hey- it's pete." he said nervously. the boys whispered out how tired she sounded, trying to stay quiet.

"oh, pete, hey!" her voice immeadiately softened

"you sound tired, is everything alright?"

"yeah, i'm grading papers and i can't bring myself to get up and make coffee."

y/n chuckled and circled the b+ on one of her student's papers, setting down the red pen.

"so i wanted to ask you- uh"

"yes? is everything alright pete?"

patrick, andy and joe started whispering behind him, as if devising a plan.

"so i wanted to know if- um . ." he trailed off.

"for god's sake! he wants to ask you on a date!" patrick shouted, making pete hang up immeadiately.

"you did NOT just do that!"