John Pov
The FaceTime with Peggy went on for a while but it was pretty uneventful because Alex actually just wanted to go home and do his homework.

So Eliza and Peggy kinda just sat there while Alex smoked and did Calculus.

So I eventually hung up and did my own homework. Who the fuck decided it was a good idea to give homework on the weekend? And school has fucked up my sleep schedule.

When I say that I mean I go to sleep at twelve and wake up at six in the morning. Which is just fucking amazing.

But anyway, before I could even start grieving the fact that it's Sunday and I have to go to Hell tomorrow, my phone started to ring.

"Yeees?"
I said, picking it up.

"So, I'm at your front door." Peggy said. "Oh my Jesus why?" I asked, getting up from my desk.

"Because I felt like it." She replied. "Fucking fucktarts." I muttered, hanging up and walking downstairs to the door.

I opened the door and had Peggy practically storm in.

"Guess what Eliza did?!"
She exclaimed.

"What did Eliza do?" I asked, closing the door.

"She tried to kiss Alex while he was smoking and made a fucking fool of herself. It was awful and Alex pretty much told her to leave." Peggy said.

"Ouch. Sucks to be her."
I said.

"And it doesn't stop there, he didn't care if I stayed or not because he thought I was funny or whatever, and then guess what happened?!" She exclaimed, gradually getting louder.

"Dunno.
What happened?" I asked.

"I saw a tattoo on the back of his fucking neck!" She exclaimed.

"Was it a big tattoo?" I asked.
"No, but it was still a tattoo." She said. "What was it of?" I asked.

"It said 'RH' in small cursive letters." She said.

"That's not that bad. Maybe a girlfriend?" I suggested.

"Nah there's no way.
He's totally gay.
My gaydar was going nuts talking to him." She told me.

"..But you're not gay," I said.
"I hang out with you enough that I developed my own gaydar, got it? Good." She said.

"Fair enough."
I muttered.

"You know, I really should be doing my math." I told her.

"Does my gossip not interest you?"
She asked.

"No, not really."
I replied.

"But I do have one question, did he ever go back to your house and get his motorcycle?" I asked.

"He must've because it was gone this morning. I swear this guy is related to Jason Dean." She told me.

"How much you wanna bet he carries a pistol full of ich lüge bullets?" I said, walking up the stairs.

"Ten million dollars. If not a gun then a switchblade." Peggy said.

I snickered, rolling my eyes.
"Oh and I got his number." She added.

I stopped.
"How?" I hissed.

She shrugged.
"I asked. He didn't seem to give a fuck. Honestly, I think he just wants to die."

"If so, then he is such a mood."
I muttered, walking to my room.

We went into my room and pretty much just sat in silent while on our phones. Boy, do I love friendship.

"Should I text Alex?" Peggy asked. "Nah. You gotta wait for him to text you." I said.

"I'll be six feet under once he decides to text me." Peggy muttered.

"I don't really care. I don't know him and I don't want to." I said.

"Really? Jason Deans sibling doesn't interest you in the slightest?" She asked.

"Um bitch no. Look how that turned out for Veronica." I said.

"True."
Peggy muttered.

We sat in silence again.

"I texted him." Peggy said.
"Now why would you do that."
I deadpanned.

"Oh shit he read my message."
She said surprised.

"...and he left me on read."
She muttered.

"He ain't interested in you Peggy, give up. You, yourself said he is gay." I said.

"I'm not interested in him like that, I just wanna see if he wants to be my friend. So far, he doesn't. I mean it doesn't seem like he has friends but he doesn't want to make them!" Peggy told me.

"Maybe he just wants to die." I said. Peggy looked up from her phone. "What the fuck Richard?" She hissed.

I snickered, rolling onto my stomach and scrolling through shitty Instagram memes.

"Oh my god I just double texted him, fucking kill me." Peggy muttered.

"You're an idiot!" I sang, not looking up from my phone.

"He sent me a picture!" She exclaimed. "Is it a dick pic?" I asked, sitting up.

"No. It's his middle finger. Ugh I fucking try to make new friends and this is what happens." Peggy muttered angrily.

I shrugged.
"Shame. He wasn't too bad looking. His personality needed a bit of work but he was pretty hot." I said.

"Maybe you'll see him again on Grindr." Peggy teased.

"Shut up,"
I hissed while she laughed.

"Maybe you should ask him to Prom," Peggy said.

"Umm bitch no. He probably smells like cigarettes and axe body spray."
I said.

"He smells more like a wet dog but okay." Peggy shrugged.

"Oh because that makes it so much better." I muttered.

"I can't blame him though, his house was a mess. And I don't know where his guardian or whatever he called him, wasn't there." Peggy said.

It was silent again.
Not for too long though.

"You know who I really hate?" Peggy asked.

"Well this is a strange conversation switch but no, who do you hate?"
I asked.

"Fucking Logan Paul,"
"Doesn't everyone though?" I asked.
"Honestly, I think so."