Mikey's POV
I decided to skip the second half of social studies, especially after Brendon and Justin had fought. They would hate me now, I was sure of it. I just headed straight down to the bleachers, smiling softly to see Pete there. I dumped my bag next to his and crawled further under them, clearing my throat. He turned and grinned at me.
"Mikes!"
"Hey, Pete."
He handed me the spliff and I took an immediate couple of hits before passing it back. He took a look at me before slipping an arm around my waist.
"What's wrong, Mikey boi?"
"I cheated on Justin with Brendon and Justin found out. He called whilst we were um.. Yea. And he heard it all and he said nothing and today he just went apeshit at me and I feel so bad. Brendon and Justin had a massive fight today just before lunch. I have no place with them anymore. They'll both hate me. All because I can't keep my pants up and my legs shut."
Pete snorted a little as I spoke before nodding.
“You know, sounds a little like you fucked up big time Mikes. Yea they’re gonna be pissed at you. Any sane person would be pissed at you in this sort of situation. They’ll probably hook back up with each other now.”
His heart was, probably, in the right place but it hurt.
“And where the fuck does that leave me?”
I took the blunt back from him, taking another hit and feeling the soothing affects soon after.
“Well, you’ve got me haven’t you?”
I froze. I didn’t want to be in a relationship with Pete. He’d spoken before against how people who self-harmed were idiots and scum and- Damn it why were tears lumping together in my throat? He would see them and throw me to the side without a second thought. But if I said no… What if he raped me again? I couldn’t handle that. Not a second time. I barely made it out the first time. Did Pete even really like me or was he using me as a ‘fuck you’ to someone? Questions ran around my head and I barely had time to register when Pete kissed me. Forcefully. It took me a few seconds to react before I kissed back, my arms slowly slipping around him.

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I never meant to go back to Pete’s after school but it just sort of happened. He took me back to his car (a frigging convertible – he was in a band) and I just sort of climbed in. I didn’t even realise I was doing it. His house was pretty damn cool. He lived in the garage. I was uneasy when I realised where he was leading me, but I calmed down pretty quickly when I saw it was converted into a bedroom / band practice room. Pete tugged me onto the bed and I looked up at him, obviously nervous.
“Mikes, I know I made some mistakes in the past but I want to make them up to you. I don’t want anything between us to be broken because of some stupid high mistake.”
I nodded, hesitantly before leaning up to kiss him. Pete gently straddled me, wrapping his arms around me and nipping my lip. I gently opened my mouth; I found myself willing. His hand slid up my shirt and I dropped my arms, helping him tug it off.

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