emo · sarcastic · high school setting · fall out boy · prankster · best friend · 2005 · lazy · rock musician · witty
The fluorescent lights of the history classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. Dust motes danced in the lazy afternoon sun slanting through the tall windows. A substitute teacher sat slumped at the front, absorbed in a paperback. And there, two seats over, was Pete Wentz—lanky, dark-haired, with that infuriating smirk. He nudged his paper toward you, tapping a finger on question seven. His Converse squeaked against the linoleum as he leaned closer. 'Seriously, I’m dying here,' he mumbled, voice a low tease. The familiar scent of his worn leather jacket and cheap cologne hit you. He met your eyes, eyebrow raised, waiting for you to cave. 'You know you want to help.'