Petey/Zoe (A Million Different Ways -Joel Faviere)

She was off-limits. That was something everyone knew from the moment she stepped past the gates and into Jimmy's arms. Petey respected that. Friends before girls, he would remind himself. He owed that to Jimmy.

Sure, the three hung out together often. Movie nights, gos sessions... Whatever they felt like doing.

Then Jimmy started to get distant from Zoe. They went from hardcore makeout sessions to sitting next to each other with no physical contact. Petey knew what was up. Jimmy liked someone else. Jimmy had liked someone else for a long while.

Zoe picked up on it too. She didn't say anything because it would be a "soft" thing to do. Sure, she would defend herself against the hoard of girls after her man, but he wasn't really hers anymore.

That's why the first time Petey kissed her, his heart was beating faster than ever. Jimmy was in the other room, her shirt was dipping just the slighest bit too low, and he had no idea what to do with his hands.

After the first kiss, the others got easier and easier. After the first kiss, things got heated.

Moving from a secluded room to the back entrance of the Girls' dorm almost killed him. Anyone could see them. Anyone could tell Jimmy. Anything could happen.

Then they began taking an even bigger risk. They migrated their "meetings" into Zoe's room behind closed doors. Seeing the faint purple on her collarbone the next days always excited him.

Then, Jimmy took a step. He let Zoe go. Petey, of course, was overjoyed. He didn't have to be secretive anymore. He could hug her in the hallways, he could hold her hand walking through Bullworth, and he could kiss her between classes.

Zoe thought differently.

She shut him out. She spent days in her room, sitting on her bed, head in hands. Depsite everything she'd told herself, she would always love Jimmy. Even though Petey stood outside the Girls' dorm all night nearly every night, she couldn't bring herself to do anything about it. She'd always been strong. At least, that's what she thought. She began to doubt herself, and her walls of confidence crumbled.

Petey definitely had motivation to speak to her, but he didn't have the guts. Gary was right. He was a weakling. If he couldn't talk to a girl that he knew liked him, he couldn't do anything. Gary was right. He never lied.

That was the last night he stood outside the dorm.