I was supposed to update once a week but I figured I'd update sooner on this chapter to try hook new readers in. It's longer than the first but there still isn't much progression, sorry guys! Enjoy and review!
Pete slowly made his way over to where the false vampire was supposedly sleeping, he grimaced as he closed the distance between them.
When he was, in his opinion close enough, he dropped his bag loudly on the desk beside the sleeping figure. Nothing. He cleared his throat. Nothing. "Vamp" he said loudly, well as loud as Pete could manage which wasn't very loud because he had a very soft voice from not talking often. Still nothing. "Fucking wake the fuck up!" He said as he smacked Mike upside the head.
Mike suddenly sat up straight and rubbed his eyes with his fingerless glove clad hands "uh.. What?" He said sleepily, still not focused on his surroundings.
His black fringe was messed up and there was a faint mark on his jacket sleeve from his pale foundation, he didn't wear it all the time and when he did he didn't wear much because he was already rather pale.
Pete stood beside him impatiently, already highly annoyed that he got paired with him let alone had to wake him up.
"Are you fucking awake yet vamp conformist?!" Pete asked aggressively, causing Mike to turn towards him startled as if he didn't realise there was someone there.
"Erm... Why are you..?" Mike asked, trailing off at the end and staring at Pete with wide blue eyes.
He was wearing a black t shirt with spider webs on and his black high necked hoodie decorated with coloured faces, he has similar makeup to Pete's aside from the fact that he had more eyeshadow which he has now smudged from rubbing his eyes, Pete inwardly laughed at the boy. Mike also had 2 snakebite ring piercings, and 2 piercings in each eyebrow.
Pete let out an exasperated sigh before pointing at the white board, Mike followed the direction of Pete's finger and saw what the teacher had written, he swallowed and looked back to Pete "so.. you're my partner?.." He asked unsure.
Pete rolled his eyes "yes! There is no other reason I would be over here anywhere near you." He then sat down next to Mike, ignoring him completely, and awaited the teacher's orders.
Mike on the other hand was just staring at Pete curiously, idly playing with his tongue piercing in his mouth.
"So this is your partner and you will be together for the next 2 weeks, you will have to get very close to them if you want to make a good enough team to pass!" She ended happily. A few students groaned in complaint whereas others, such as Butters and Bradley smiled broadly.
Pete, being the opposite of the 2 blonds, could not stop his rage from showing on his face.
TWO. WEEKS. TWO WEEKS WITH MIKE MAKOWSKI?!
He glanced over at the boy in question expecting to see the same look of hate and disbelief that was showing on his own face reflected in his partners but all he saw was Mike looking down at his desk playing with his fingers with the same blush as this morning ghosting his cheeks.
Pete cocked an eyebrow, "fucker if you're ill tell me so I don't catch any of your shit" he said as he moved away slightly. Mike jumped a little at the sound of Pete's voice and looked at him questioningly, "what do you mean?" He mumbled back.
"Every time I look at your fucking face you're as red as that fucking fake blood you drink so I'm assuming it's a fever" Pete replied impatiently.
The blush on Mike's cheeks darkened and he averted his eyes, "I'm not... I'm not sick" he said quietly. Pete's eyes narrowed and he shifted in his seat, "well what the fuck?" He said, more of a question than a statement. Mike glanced back at him then sighed, "nothing, I guess I am pretty sick" he said before resting his chin on his hand and staring absentmindedly at the teacher.
Pete watched him for a minute, perplexed at his odd behaviour, then the teachers overly optimistic voice shattered the silence and caught his attention.
"Now that you've all spoken to your partners I will tell you what your project will be about, you will need to pick 3 works, such as short stories or poems or anything else you can think of, you can mix and match and you need to work together to interpret what you think they mean and any emotions you feel they portray, then you will share that with your partner and analyse each other using their emotions and opinions. Sounds fun right?!" She clapped her hands excitedly as she looked around the room, Pete simply rolled his eyes and huffed while Mike smiled slightly.
"There's still some time left so you should start discussing what you are going to choose to write about"
The class erupted in conversation once again, some about the work but most about Token's party he's apparently having at the weekend.
"Pete erm-" Pete turned to the source of the noise and stared at him coldly, "I was thinking we could do an act of a play maybe? Or maybe a Poe poem?" Pete continued to stare causing Mike to be uncomfortable and nervous, "they're just ideas we don't have to you can decide sorry" he said in one breath, Pete rolled his eyes again.
"What play did you have in mind?" He forced himself to ask, if he had no choice but to work with him he wasn't going to fail because of it.
Mike visibly brightened up, "well I was thinking like Macbeth because of the murder and insanity and sorrow, I think it's pretty cool" he said enthusiastically.
His eyes are fucking sparkling, why is he so excited about fucking Shakespeare.
Pete hummed in acknowledgment, a small smile tugged at the corners of Mike's mouth as he continued to rattle on about how twisted Macbeth is, Pete noticed the pink dusting his cheeks once again and caught the occasional glimpse of fake vampire teeth.
He's kind of cute when he's so exc-WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING?! FUCKING NO! That thought was NOT going to EVER cross my mind.
The shock must have shown on Pete's face because Mike suddenly stopped what he was saying "are you ok?" He asked with concern showing in his voice.
Pete controlled his features and replied with a simple "fucking fine" which would have been convincing if his voice didn't crack slightly on the word fine.
Mike's hand reached out to touch Pete's forehead who, in return, flinched back so suddenly he knocked the chair beside him over earning him some stares from others in his class.
Mike stared for a moment too before apologising, "It was force of habit to check your temperature because I have to do it a lot for my little sister.. Sorry"
Pete calmed his slightly increased heartbeat and willed himself to cool down, "whatever" he mumbled before resting on his hand again and spacing out.
Mike decided to make notes for the last 10 minutes and not bother Pete.
Michael and Firkle were on the steps behind the school smoking by the time lunch rolled around, Michael had been there since second period while Firkle only arrived after fourth.
The younger of the 2 noticed that the older goth was smoking considerably more than usual, "Michael you might want to slow down a little, you'll be pissed if you run out and don't have any left later" he said before taking a drag from his own cigarette.
"Yeah well you might want to shut the fuck up and let me do what I want" he spat back, Firkle held his hands up in defeat as an apology then rotated his left hand and flipped him off, snickering.
Not long after, Pete came around the corner, the anger must have been noticeable on his face because Firkle sighed in exasperation and whined "not you too, I can't deal with 2 pissy bitches today" he then let his head fall against the brick wall behind him and he closed his eyes.
"Well I think I have the right to be fucking pissed when I have to work with that fucking vampire conformist for two fucking weeks!" He shouted before quickly taking out his own pack of cigarettes and lighting one while inhaling the relaxing toxins into his lungs. Feeling himself instantly relax he exhaled slowly, then sighed as he sunk to a sitting position beside his friends.
"Well that is fucking shit man, don't let him try to bite you or anything" Firkle said before laughing to himself at the thought.
Pete flipped him off and Michael patted his shoulder slightly to show his condolences.
Henrietta soon showed up smiling and luckily alone, she was wearing her long black dress with spider web netting around her chest and shoulders, she had lost weight since middle school but she was still curvy "hey guys! Er, what's with the dark atmosphere, well, darker than usual atmosphere?" She said as she pulled out her skull embossed lighter and lit a smoke for herself after placing it in her cigarette holder.
"Well for starters Pete is stuck with vampire barbie for two weeks and you lef- ow!" He was cut off my Michael slapping his head nearly knocking him over. "What the fuck!" He said while rubbing his temple.
Henrietta narrowed her eyes slightly, "what about me?" She asked accusingly, looking at each of them in turn.
No one said anything for a while before Michael finally growled "YOU left us this morning to go with your fucking conformist fuck boy" he docked out the end of his cigarette on the sole of his heavy black combat boot and swiftly lit another.
Henrietta stared at him in disgust and shouted back "he is NOT my fucking fuck boy you dick, he WAS our friend once in case you don't remember!" She now had her left hand on her plump hip.
Michael stood up now, "the only reason wannabe Raven's even fucking talking to you again is because he was dumped by his fucking queen for the millionth time! He's just fucking using you!" He yelled back, his cheeks now colouring with rage.
Henrietta watched his outburst and Pete noticed a flash actual hurt in her eyes, she mumbled a "fuck you Michael" and flipped him off before storming away back around the corner towards the front of school.
"Congratulations Michael you fucking dick" Pete said while Firkle clapped sarcastically.
Michael just sunk back down silently and continued smoking while staring into space.
Pete stood up and dusted off his pants before stalking after Henrietta, he knew she wouldn't go far so it didn't take long for him to catch up with her.
"Wanna skip and go to Tweeks?" He said as he slowed to a walk at her side. Pete had always been the closest to Henrietta, he was able to talk to her about anything without being judged and she knew she could tell him anything in exchange.
She turned and hugged him tightly which he instantly returned, "Michael's a dick Henry don't listen to him, he's just jealous that you aren't with him every second" she nodded into his chest and took and breath before moving away and smiling at him "so Tweeks?" She said happily. He nodded and they both headed to coffee heaven.
"He doesn't fucking know what he's talking about, Stan isn't using me at all, we aren't even fucking like that we're just friends" she huffed before taking a sip of her black coffee.
The strong smell of coffee surrounded them, there was also a hint of chocolate from the flavourings you could add and the baked goods you could purchase. It was intoxicating.
Pete nodded in understanding, "why are you hanging out with Stan lately? I'm just curious" he said knowing that she would confide in him no matter what.
She placed her cup down on the table and looked straight into Pete's eyes for a second, then she smiled fondly and said "well he told me something, a secret of his, and I'm trying to help him out with it is all.." She said, Pete quirked an eyebrow "so one, you're telling me his secret and two, I know there's something else..." He thought for a moment while Henrietta took another sip of her caffeine fix, then he gasped slightly and grinned "you WANT to make Michael jealous!" Henrietta blushed slightly and sighed loudly, "yes ok?! Geez I was just using it to my advantage to test him" she rolled her eyes then smiled before adding "so it's working?" Pete laughed.
"Yes it fucking is, you should have seen him this morning! He went on such a massive fucking rampage when I asked where you were and he's nearly smoked a full pack already!"
Pete knew Henrietta liked Michael in a romantic sense, it was one of the things she had told him in confidence, at the time Pete came out and told her he was gay which she was more than fine with, it meant they could discuss how attractive different guys are together. With no female friend in the gang she hadn't been able to talk about any of that and if she mentioned it to Michael or Firkle she would be labeled a conformist, as would Pete if the others knew he had romantic feelings for anyone at all regardless of gender. They were goth; they weren't supposed to feel attraction or any positive emotions.
She laughed along with Pete, "now, what's Stan's secret?" He asked intrigued.
She thought for a moment, tapping her chin with her shiny black acrylic nail on her forefinger, "you know I won't tell anyone Henry!"
Henry was a nickname Pete had accidentally called her before which stuck, but he only called her it when it was just the two of them.
She beckoned him closer and lowered her voice to a whisper, he moved closer and she glanced around before whispering, "ok so you know like Stan and Wendy are always breaking up?" He nodded, also glancing around them "well.." She continued "the actual reason for that is because Stan won't go past the kissing stage with her" Pete's eyes widened in surprise, she nodded "he told me in complete secrecy that... he's gay." Pete's head shot back "no fucking way!" He shouted.
Henrietta shushed him and whispered "shut the fuck up you idiot! Do you want someone to fucking hear?!" She hissed, Pete looked around and noticed that the 3 other customers and Mr Tweek were all looking at him, he ducked his head and apologised.
"Sorry but oh my fucking God are you serious?!" She nodded in response "has he told you who he likes?!" She thought for a minute and nodded "oh my god fucking who?!" Pete was finally cheered up from his horrible day and couldn't hide his excitement over the new gossip, Stan was the captain of the football team and had been dating Wendy on and off since third grade so it came as a huge surprise to find out he liked men.
Pete always thought Stan had a nice body, he wasn't all muscle like the rugby players were, he just had toned leg muscles and, in Pete's opinion, a nice behind.
He only began noticing these things when Stan temporarily joined their gang and got dubbed Raven, at the time Pete was only just realising his sexual preference so he brushed off the attraction, but after the years that have passed he's now comfortable with secretly admiring the other guys body's.
"It's pretty obvious, which guy is Stan clearly the softest to?" Henrietta asked quietly with a sarcastic tone.
Who is Stan soft to? He's nice to pretty much everyone from what I've seen... But he's hardly ever apart from Kyle so I wouldn't really know... Realisation hit him, "FUCKING KYLE?!" he shouted while he jumped up slightly.
"Shut the FUCK up and sit the FUCK down you bitch!" Henrietta said louder this time, clenching her teeth. Noticing everyone looking at him again, Pete slowly sat back down blushing slightly.
"Sorry... But it's Kyle right?" He asked, quieter this time but still giddy.
Henrietta gave a slight almost unnoticeable nod with her head and Pete fell back against his chair, he stared at the ceiling for a second before facing Henrietta again.
"This is amazing, so what have you been doing with him? Aside from making Wendy and Michael jealous" Pete asked, adding the last part in a humorous tone with a smirk.
"Well I've been trying to snatch him away when he's talking to Kyle and like when he gives me a ride on a morning he doesn't give Kyle one so basically I'm just trying to make Kyle jealous as well by stealing his Stan" she said sounding proud and smiling.
Pete nodded then they both sat in a comfortable silence drinking their coffee and listening to the sounds of the shop; the faint calm music playing in the background, the frequent sound of paper against paper in the distance when middle aged man in another booth turned the page of his newspaper, and the idle chatter between to 2 young women sitting at a table eating waffles.
When both goths finished Henrietta recalled what Firkle had said earlier and asked Pete what the deal with 'Dracubitch' is.
Pete grimaced at the thought, "we got paired together on a stupid fucking English project for the next two weeks and I am pissed about it.." He slouched and leaned his chin on the palm of his hand, his straight fringe falling into his eyes.
"Ouch that must fucking suck, he being a dick about it too?" She said, concern evident in her voice.
"No he's been really weird, like he keeps blushing or something and he was being all quiet and letting me make all the decisions which I don't fucking care about anyway and shit" Pete recalled the thought he had when he last saw Mike blush and sat upright suddenly before noticing the confused look on Henrietta's face, he quickly tried to relax but she had already caught on that something was up.
"Something wrong?" She asked hesitantly, Pete thought for a second, wondering if he could tell her or not, he decided it wasn't something he needed to share right now.
"No I'm fine.." He said carefully while playing with his chipped black nails. Henrietta knew something was wrong but didn't press it further, he would tell her if it became important.
They stayed at the coffee shop talking until last lesson which they managed to turn up for on time, Pete had history and both Stan and Kyle were in his class so he couldn't help but keep glancing over and watching them both. He noticed that Kyle would stare at Stan for long periods of time before continuing his work then staring back at Stan again later as if he was trying to will other to look at him. Occasionally Pete would notice Stan's eyes flick to Kyle for a second before going back to ignoring him.
Now that Henrietta pointed it out it's painfully obvious that they like each other, just fucking kiss already!
The lesson dragged on but eventually the bell rung and the wave of teenage zombies moved into the corridors.
Pete took his time packing his things away, he preferred not to get caught up in the mass of sweaty bodies pressing together.
By the time Pete left the classroom the amount of people in the corridor was dwindling so he easily made it to his locker, after he put his things away he shut his locker and turned to leave but he could feel someone's presence close by behind him.
"Pete!" He groaned recognising the slightly feminine chipper voice and turned around so he was facing the person who called him.
"What?" He asked annoyed, glaring at Mike.