I maybe kinda ship this and it's straight but i think it would be cute as hell.

Ship: Pete/Hayley
Words: 450

She's cute.

Orange hair covered by a black beanie, wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a shirt from a band I've been listening to since I was 5.

Anyways, she's the new kid and her name is Hayley Williams and she kind of stands out to me. Black nail polish, dark eyeliner.

"She's cute."

I look to my left to see Patrick with a smirk across his lips and I roll my eyes a little.

"You're gay," I remind him.

He raises an eyebrow, "So what? I don't want to fuck a shoe but I can find a nice pair when I see it."

"Okay, Okay," I chuckle, looking back at the girl and watching as she sits—

Oh shit, right at our table.

As soon as she's sat down, she looks across at the two of us and raises an eyebrow, slowing her motions to drop her backpack.

"What?"

I shrug, "You listen to Green Day?"

She raises her eyebrows and nods, "You?"

"I've been listening to them since I was 5," I reply, flaunting my teeth soon after.

"Okay then. Emo much?"

"Says the girl wearing all black."

"Says the guy wearing fucking eyeliner and–oh my god is that nail polish?" She asks, lowering her eyes to my nails.

I smirk, "fuck gender roles."

She chuckles a little at that as she finally sets her bag on the floor and adjusts the beanie on her head.

"Fuck you, Emo-wanna-be."

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused."

Patrick chuckles a little.

"Have you been listening to Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance since you were five?"

"I've been listening to them since I was three, and Nirvana and Blink-182."

"Yeah, I wouldn't consider Smells Like Teen Spirit to be, 'listening to Nirvana.'"

"And American Idiot is any better?" She smirks.

I frown, "Give me an album and I'll name every track."

"Kerplunk."

"Okay, no. But I know more tracks from that album than you." I reply.

"Name 'em, then, Pussy." Hayley growls, baring her teeth playfully.

"Welcome to Paradise, 80, Dominated Sex... wait no."

She outright bursts and has to quickly cover her mouth so the teacher won't get bad.

"You're such a fucking idiot."

"An American Idiot," I reply, wiggling my eyebrows.

"Try something better next time and I might give you my phone number, Dweeb." She says.

I scrunch my nose but before I can make a comeback, the bell has rung and she's leaving. Not even saying goodbye.

Bitch.

But... I think I might take a chance at her number