Author's note: Hey guys! I came up with this new story for Pete again! I couldn't wait to write it either! So I hope you enjoy it! This is the sequel to Girlfriend! Oh, R&R please!

Chapter 1. Mistake

It was on the night of March 23, 2009 that Pete Kowalski joined the hottest club in Bullworth. He didn't want any of this to happen either. Accidents happen. Though it was the hottest club known to every student, it was also the nastiest place a guy or girl could go to get laid.

This wasn't what he wanted. The boy had a girlfriend to think about after all. One slip here and he'd easily end up in a bed with some whore lying on top of him. Oh the image made him sick.

'Relax Petey. You can do this. It's just for one night of entertaining people.'

Pete couldn't help but cringe at the sight of thousands of people staring at him below the stage. The spotlight immediately flashed on him, causing him to go weak in the knees.

'Relax. Just relax.' he kept telling himself.

His eyes widened as the music began to play. Sweat rolled off his forehead, but he quickly wiped it away with his sleeve. He opened his mouth to sing. God, how the hell did he get himself into this mess?

Come on, Babe
Why don't we paint the town?
And All That Jazz

I'm gonna rouge my knees
And roll my stockings down
And All That Jazz.

Start the car
I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold
but the piano's hot
It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And All
That
Jazz!

Slick your hair
And wear your buckle shoes
And All That Jazz!
I hear that father dip
Is gonna blow the blues
And All That Jazz
Hold on, hon
We're gonna bunny hug
I bought some Aspirin
Down at United Drug

In case you shake apart
And want a brand-new start
To do that -
Jazz!
Skidoo!
And All That Jazz

Hotcha!
Whoopee!
And All That Jazz
It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all that Jazz
Find a flask
We're playing fast and loose
And All That Jazz!
Right up here
Is where I store the juice
And All That Jazz!
Come on babe

We're gonna brush the sky
I bet you lucky Lindy
Never flew so high
'Cause in the stratosphere
How could he lend an ear
To All That Jazz
Oh, you're gonna see her sheba shimmy shake
And All That Jazz!
Oh, she's gonna shimmy till her garters break
And All That Jazz

Show her where to park her girdle
Oh, her mother's blood is curdle
If she'd hear
Her baby's queer
For All That Jazz!
And All That Jazz!
Come on, Babe Oh, you're gonna see
Why don't we paint Your
The town? Sheba
And All That Jazz Shimmy shake
And All That Jazz!

I'm gonna Oh,
Rouge my knees She's gonna shimmy
And roll my 'Till her garters
Stockings down Break
And All That Jazz And All That Jazz
Start the car Show her where to
I know a whoopee spot Park her girdle
Where the gin is cold Oh, her mother's blood'd
But the piano's hot. Curdle
It's just a noisy hall If she'd hear
Where there's a nightly brawl Her baby's queer
And All That Jazz! For All That Jazz!

Pete took a bow as the crowd screamed and cheered for their performer, who looked like he was going to faint at any moment. He hurried off the stage and started for the dressing rooms when a cold hand clasped his shoulder. A silky voice soon followed this.

"Hello there, Peter Kowalski. That was quite a smashing performance."

Gord Vendome, the brunette preppie, stood there eyeing the other boy with a cruel smirk on his face. Pete's stomach gave a funny lurch. He bit his lip as Gord leaned in close and whispered, "You want a drink, dear chap? I'm buying?"

Pete immediately waved his arms defensively. "No, no! I'm fine! I have to get home to Hannah anyway!"

It was then that Gord trapped the other boy by putting his arms above his shoulders, a lust-filled glint in his brown eyes. He didn't take his eyes off Petey for even a second. Maybe his plans were to intimidate the small kid into doing something only Vendome would enjoy. And it worked too for Pete had already sat down at a table and ordered the waiter to bring them champagne.

The next part Pete didn't remember so well. He remembered Gord leading him upstairs and into a fairly large room. Once he locked the door behind them, the prep shoved him onto the bed and ripped his shirt off. Poor little Petey was too drunk to stop him from doing anything. So Gord brought his pants down with a simple yank and tossed them aside carelessly.

Then the intensity grew. Pete's whole body began to sweat as the boy slowly crawled on top of him. The smaller boy let out a moan as he felt Gord's hips rock back and forth. Jesus Christ, why couldn't he move a muscle? It was as if his body were telling him not to go anywhere. Pete's eyes shut slowly as the prep pulled the blanket over them.

"Oh Pete! You're so deliously dirty!" Gord shouted before capturing his lips in a long kiss.

- - -

Pete felt deeply ashamed when he got home that night and faced his sweet robotic girlfriend. She gave him the usual warm smile and held him in a tight embrace, saying, "Welcome home, boyfriend."

His throat tightened as the image of Gord flashed across his mind. He pushed her away and hurried upstairs to his bedroom, quickly slamming the door behind him. Petey clutched his chest like he had taken a shot to the heart.

"I'm sorry Hannah."

The boy sunk into his bed and stared at the ceiling for the longest time. Millions of thoughts rushed inside his head. But the one that sunk in the most was the one of Gord Vendome. How could he do such a horrible thing behind Hannah's back?

"What have you done?!" Petey snapped angrily at the prep.

He grabbed his clothes and stormed out the door. This didn't save him from hearing Gord's departing words.

"Why are you worried, Pete? You should have known this was going to happen. That's what you get for working at a night club."

How long could he keep this up? It was too late to find another job. The summer slots were taken by other students and this was the only place that would actually hire him. He decided that doing two or three more days of doing this would be it. Then he'd never come back again. What Hannah didn't know wouldn't hurt her. Right?