A Conformist Love Story (Part 2): Goth Kid Pete x Reader

Chapter Eighteen

*Pete's P.O.V.*

Clyde got me to play a drinking game with the group called 'Never Have I Ever', and everyone was getting trashed off it. If I got anything out of the game, I have never done a lot of things, especially pertaining to the teenage culture. It wasn't long before I wondered off to make myself a drink. I was hoping I could make one that didn't taste like ass. Token made the current one I held, and it just wasn't good. I think it was 75% rum and the rest was Coke. I was getting a fuzzy feeling from it, but I didn't want to take another sip of it.

"Pete, this party is crazzzzy," Bebe giggled, stumbling onto me in the kitchen.

She was playing the stupid game and was losing, but by looking at her, one could say she was winning. 

"I thought you were in the living room, playing that game?" I said to her.

"Well I was, silly," she paused with her words, clearly having a hard time thinking. "But...I saw you leave, and I decided to follow you out."

She was leaning on me for support, keeping her had placed on my arm.

"You noticed I left?" I questioned.

"Well...no, Clyde told me to go after you. He said you need to be cheered up." She winked.

Oh my god...

She was plastered, and her words were slurring.

"Yeah okay," I smirked. "Let's go upstairs."

She grinned back at me and followed me to my room.

As soon as we got there, I sat her on the bed, where she slumped onto her side. I gave her a sad smile and tucked her in. 

*Your P.O.V.*

I was racing through the house, trying to find Pete. I started with the basement and worked my way up, asking everyone if they'd seen him.

"Please tell me you know where Pete is," I said to Craig.

"He's probably screwing Bebe's brains out," Clyde commented.

I got a sick pit on my stomach as Clyde continued to speak.

"Not that is should matter to you. Do him a favor and stay away from him," Clyde laughed. 

I felt my lip twitch, and eyes water. I knew I had to leave, but not before I found Pete.