Hemlock Grove: Peter Rumancek
Petter Rumancek was used to being looked down on, spat on, and belittled. But damn if it didn't annoy him when it happened to others, mainly because of what they were. So as he watched the new student get teased for being Japanese, a 'pan face', he could only glare.
He wanted to get involved, he really did...but that would cause trouble for him and his mother, and as gypsies they didn't need anymore of it. Let alone when the whole town thought he was a werewolf, especially with the killings going on.
He was ready to walk away, ready to turn the other cheek when it happened. She was thrown to the ground, and mocked as she glared up at her attackers. His mother had raised him right...well...as right as a gypsy could be raised.
Men never hit women, end of story.
With a dark glare he stalked over and slammed his fist into the locker next to her harassers. They looked up and gulped, he was a rumored werewolf after all, yet they tried to save face.
"Psh, here comes her guard dog." He merely growled at them, gnashing his teeth at them. If they wanted him to play the part he would, asses.
"Leave him alone!" The voice was light yet full of anger as the fallen transfer student stood up, glaring at her attackers. Not even a few minutes ago she was gazing at the ground refusing to make eye contact, now she was glaring at their harassers.
Was she defending him?
He barely hid a smirk as she rounded on the depleting group of bullies. With a grin he tossed an arm around the trembling shoulders of his 'defender' and gave her a grin.
"Let's blow this joint?" Bright blue eyes gazed up at met his own and a bright smile bloomed on her face.
"Sure, Peter right?" He nodded his head.
"Yup, Ms. Ka-go-me." He drawled out her name, trying to make sure he pronounced it properly. Then again he was used to saying names normal people could not, came with the heritage.
He could just tell they were going to be the best of friends, okay so she would be his first but still. Call it his 'wolf senses'.