Peter Graham Oneshot Book • Hereditary

They Heard Everything [NSFW]

[+18/Smut/Fluff]

Modern AU!

WARNING: mentions of cannabis as well as sexual content!

Requested by: crazyseawitch2000

A relaxed sigh flows past your lips as you leaned back comfortably against the bleachers. Even though it was lunch break and teachers recommended that you stayed indoors, the warm fall breeze was enough to clear your head from the stresses of this new school.

It's only been halfway through the week yet you still haven't managed to make any friends so far, being the new student has a bitter taste in your mouth, you almost felt like an outcast. The people here seem unapproachable, some are weirdly invested in their studies and others couldn't care less about what their future was going to be. It was frustrating to even spark a conversation with your teachers.

Glancing around the empty soccer field, you quite content that you were alone on this clear-skies Wednesday. Well, it wasn't like you were going to sit there and stare at the swaying trees, you had plans for after the final period. Carelessly, you pulled your backpack off your shoulder and opened it swiftly to reach for a certain plastic bag.

"Hey, new girl, this is my spot." A male voice was heard at the side of the bleachers which made you tense up a little.

Turning to your left, you see one of your math classmates looking at you with an aloof expression. In turn, you gulped a little, "Sorry, I heard that this was a place where I can relax...?"

"Hm," The black-haired student readjusts his bag over his shoulder as he studies you further, "What's your name again?"

"It's [Y/N]," You responded with the same tone, your eyebrows furrowed a little as you tried to see if he was the type to be pushed over easily. "I don't think I know your name either?"

"Oh right," It was subtle, but you can see his face flush a little from your statement. The teen kicks at the ground stiffly as he awkwardly moves his eyes to avoid seeing your face, "I'm Peter..."

A small sigh comes out of your nose because his timid response amused you a bit, it almost made you crack a smile but you decided against it. The two of you stare at each other in complacent silence, your hand was still inside your bag and Peter happened to run his fingers through his hair as a distraction for himself.

There was the occasional distant chatter from other students but they were too far to be heard and this silence between you and Peter was slowly rising in tension. Clearing his throat, the teen releases his hand from his curly locks and grabs a hold of the bleacher's pole.

"Would you like to join me?" Peter proposes, his dark eyes glancing at yours before separating once more. "I mean, this right here is where the relaxation happens."

You saw him gesture the area behind the bleachers, it was quite private despite being on school grounds. There laid a forgotten lighter in a patch of grass, further into the seats was the butt of a cigarette, and finally, you notice Peter sitting down right below you. Seeing him pat the ground next to him, you decided to accompany your math classmate.

"Sure, I'll join." You replied nonchalantly, grabbing your belongings and making your way down the aluminum steps. "It seems cozy over here, what do you even do?"

Peter gives you a carefree shrug, "My friends and I just hang out here, we talk sometimes."

"Well, where are your friends right now?" You asked teasingly, emphasizing that it was only the two of you together.