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Pete was always on the lookout. After getting bullied for most of his life, why wouldn't he be? Watching for bullies, people that look friendly, bumps on the sidewalk—Pete was always on guard.
He had heard from Gary, who had a similar mindset, that there was a new student coming to Bullworth. What had he said the person's name was..? Pete couldn't remember; all he could remember was that apparently their mom was a whore. Not that Pete cared about that much. He was more excited to meet someone who he could start fresh with, without them knowing he's a bit of a loser.
And so, he spotted her immediately when she was outside picking a fight with the Bullies. He bit his lip as the new kid beat whichever bully it was to a pulp, and stifled a smile as she humiliated him and shoved him on the ground. She was very pretty; nice broad shoulders. A little masculine looking, but still pretty. He wondered what she was doing so close to the boys dorm.
Pete was snapped out of it quickly as he watched Russell charge towards her. He covered his eyes but when he didn't hear screaming and crying he peaked and saw Mr. Hattrick scolding them both, then sending the new girl…into the boys dorm? Pete scrambled away from the lounge into his and Gary's shared room, not quite ready to meet her yet. He looked around his room to see if it was clean enough for her, then thought that was stupid since she probably shouldn't even be in here.
He sat on his bed and kicked his feet as he psyched himself up. It had been a while since he last tried to make a move on a girl. Angie had been the first, and despite being so boy-crazy, apparently she wasn't crazy enough for him; Beatrice was the next and most recent. He got friend-zoned pretty quickly.
As for the new girl, he really hoped he would make a good impression. He ran his hand over his hair, hoping it looked good. He preferred to have longer hair, but he couldn't stand the feeling of it so he'd always end up having his dad shave it off. Oddly enough, her head was shaved too. She had a pretty head shape though, so he didn't mind. He pulled his PlayStation from under his bed and played Little Big Planet for a bit while he waited for a good moment to approach her.
Finally, it came. The new girl was sitting on her bed. He shook his head and approached, and he finally saw her face. She had a rosy, pinkish face, nice lips, nice brows, freckles—that's a fucking man. That's a man. Pete was already halfway in the dorm, but he quickly backed out, his heart racing. That's a man! No wonder he was in the boys dorm. Pete hurried back to his own dorm and slammed the door shut and sat down on his bed. That was a man. He was a man. Pete himself was a man. His mind went to Gary. Maybe he did like boys. Maybe Gary was right. Is liking a man who you thought was a woman is gay? It's not gay, right?
It's definitely gay to still be this flustered about it.
Pete covered his face, embarrassed. Gary was right. He's gay. Normal guys don't look at other guys like that, even if they thought the guy was a girl. He's gay, he's gay, he's gay! His face is red at this point as he starts to think about the new boy. He wonders what his name is, if he's really as cool as he seems, how he acts, what he likes…if he likes him…
Pete sits up and goes to stand up, wanting to introduce himself to the new boy (for real this time), then lets his shyness overtake him and sits back down. He can't believe he had mistaken the new kid as a girl. Pete himself is the one who looks more like a girl. The new kid isn't gay for God's sake, he has a buzz cut. Well, so does Pete, but…
Pete takes a deep breath in and out, trying to calm his speeding heart. His dad always told him to do that when he started to get an asthma attack, so he figured it'd help a bit.
Not that he was getting so flustered he was about to get an asthma attack.
With one last deep breath, he stood up off his bed and walked to the door. He hesitated, then threw it open and walked, just as quickly to the new kid's dorm as he did from the new kid's dorm.
(He made sure to avoid Gary, who was lingering nearby, as he didn't want to get teased.)
Finally, he brushed his hands on his pants and entered, praying he'd make a good first impression.
(He did.)