BAD MEDICINE - ☆ᵖᵉᵗᵉʳ ᵖᵃʳᵏᵉʳ☆

ditching the dance

summary: you catch your boyfriend kissing another girl at your school dance. you meet a guy who also found his girlfriend cheating on him and you decide to go on an adventure

warnings: i kinda just went with anything i didn't really have a plot and it's pretty cringy at the end

word count: 841

You slowly walk outside the school's gym, hearing the aggravatingly loud music fade as the metal doors shut, but you still felt the pulse of the bass in your chest. You walk aimlessly in the courtyard until you reach a metal outdoor table and sit on the bench.

"Pretty chilly, isn't it?" You tense up at the sudden voice behind you and turn around slowly.

"Uh, yeah," You reply, just now realizing the icy breeze brushing against your arms and legs. "Kinda regretting leaving my jacket at home."

The boy shrugged off his blazer and handed it to you as he sat down to your right. "You can have mine. I have long sleeves and pants." You murmur a 'thank you' and slowly, almost shyly put it on, taking note of the white boutonnière.

"What happened to your date?"

He takes in an uncomfortable breath. "I saw her making out with another guy." He says, shifting his gaze down at his hands, which are pressed in between his thighs in attempt to keep them warm. "How about you? Or did you come with friends?"

"I also saw my boyfriend, well, ex now, kissing someone else." You mutter, almost ashamed.

"Do you think-"

"Really?"

"What a coincidence." You laugh with the boy for a moment. "So, uhm, I'm Peter. You?"

"Y/N." You pause, then turn to him and add, "Do you wanna go somewhere? My parents aren't expecting me back for another hour and a half."

"Sure, where to?" Peter stands up and holds your hand for balance as you wobble trying to step over the bench in your heels, which you immediately take off.

"I don't care."

"I think I know a place." He says, tugging your hand away from the school.

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Peter leads you around a corner to a small deli-grocery called 'Delmar's'. "This is my favorite food place. I normally get a sandwich after school. And luckily," he tugs the door open and smiles at you, "it's open through the night."

"Hey, Peter." The man at the deli counter greets you by nodding his head.

"What do you recommend?" You ask Peter, looking at the menu above.

"I usually get the number five-"

"Extra pocked, smushed down flat?" Mr. Delmar smirks and you laugh.

"Uhm, yeah." Peter turns a shade of red and clenches his jaw.

"I'll try the same thing." You tell Mr. Delmar.

Peter slides ten dollars towards the cash register as you fish through your wallet and pull out a five. "Please, let me pay for myself."

"No, I got it." Peter insists.

"Nuh-uh, I have five dollars right here." You hand the bill to Mr. Delmar over the register, who takes it and one five from Peter, who squints his eyes at you and slowly puts the leftover bill in his wallet and shoves it into his pocket.

After you obtain your sandwiches, Peter leads you into an alley. You get suspicious until he shows you a ladder, which both of you climb up (you insist he goes first— you don't want him looking up your dress ya
n a s t y) and sit on the edge of the roof, overlooking the street, which surprisingly still has cars and trucks on it at ten thirty at night.

As you eat your sandwiches, you inform each other about getting ready with your friends, which lead into funny stories which lead to retelling embarrassing moments which lead to an awkward silence.

"Do you wanna kiss?" Peter blurts, making your head snap towards him, your eyebrows raised. He quickly pulls out a small bag of Hershey's kisses. "Want some?"

You giggle and put your hand out, and he dumps a few in your hand. "Well, you know, I was kinda thinking about it the other kind of kiss.." You mutter, shyly looking up at Peter.

His eyes are open wide and his cheeks and ears are red (not just from the cold). His mouth is slightly parted as he took in a deep breath and sighs, "I was initially thinking that too. The chocolates were my backup plan." You giggle and he moves closer to you. You both slowly lean towards each other and close your eyes as your lips touch.

You both tense up, knowing that plenty of people could see you from their cars to houses, but you brushed it off as Peter's hand moved to cup your jaw, and the other one moved to your waist. You put your hands on his biceps, eventually sliding them up around the back of his neck.

Almost too soon, you both pull back and breathe heavily. You both look down, almost embarrassed of the huge smiles on your faces.