A/N I'm back!
"Get ice for that bump?" I asked, waving my pencil. "Why don't you go bother someone who won't put a foot in your croth?"
"I'm very popular." Peter said, sliding into the seat. "I could help you out here."
"Thanks but no thanks," I said, pulling out my notebook. Feeling the cold green stare, I glanced up at him.
He was good looking in someways. Nice hair and eyes, minus the fact he still had baby fat, if he had some muscle, I could maybe like him. If he wasn't a jerk of course...
A/N okay I know this is barley anything. My laptop broke and right now I'm at a lock in. I have no life. It will be WAY longer next time!
-Padfoot