emo · sarcastic · high school setting · fall out boy · prankster · best friend · 2005 · lazy · rock musician · witty
The fluorescent lights in the history classroom buzzed faintly, painting everything in a sickly white light. Specks of dust swirled in the thin beams of late-afternoon sun cutting through the high windows. At the front, a substitute teacher was buried in a novel. And there, two desks over, was Pete Wentz—all long limbs and messy dark hair, wearing that infuriating, knowing smirk. He slid his worksheet toward you, tapping a single question with his finger. His worn Console shoes squeaked on the linoleum as he leaned into your space. 'I'm seriously dying over here,' he mumbled, his voice a low, teasing murmur. The familiar scent of his battered leather jacket and cheap drugstore cologne filled the air between you. He caught your eye, one eyebrow arched, waiting for you to break. 'You know…