The next morning, Pete makes it in time to get breakfast. Which is very surprising to Andy, Joe, and Patrick, who are used to seeing the fourth member of their team walk into first period fifteen minutes late; it's just a thing Pete does, he's always late. They've gotten used to it.

"Wow, Pete Wentz makes it to breakfast part one." Joe says, moving over to make room between he and Patrick for Pete to sit down. The fourth chair at the table is occupied by TJ, who simply smiles at Pete and waves.

Pete pulls a chair up, immediately putting his head down on the table. "Late night, then?" Andy asks, and when Pete looks up to meet Andy's eyes, the latter is smirking. Pete then looks at Patrick, who is blushing and staring at his food like it's the most interesting thing he's ever seen.

Pete belatedly reaches up to touch his neck, wincing when he slides his finger across what must be a very nice sized hickey, courtesy of Patrick. "Get fucked, Hurley." He mumbles, dropping his head back to the table.

TJ and Joe are doing very bad jobs of trying to keep their laughter in, ignoring the dirty look Pete shoots them both when he sits back up. Pete reaches over and grabs a piece of Patrick's bacon, kissing Patrick's cheek first as a thank you.

"You two make me sick." Andy mutters, pushing his plate away. "Or maybe it's just these cafeteria eggs." He says, rubbing his stomach.

"You guys have me rolling. I should eat here more often." TJ smiles, standing up after taking a bite of his own bacon. "But I, sadly, have to go. Principal Rodgers wants us all for a faculty meeting like ten minutes ago. I'll see you," he pauses to look at Pete and Patrick specifically, "during sixth period. And you," he turns his attention to Andy and Joe, "directly after that. Have a good day, boys." With that, he walks off, dropping his trash in the bin and exiting the cafeteria.

"He's such a great dude." Joe says, putting Andy's plate on top of his. "We're gonna go make out for a few minutes, and we'll meet you guys in class." He and Andy stand up, Joe dropping the food in the trash can and exiting the cafeteria with their hands locked.

"Guess it's just you and me, babe." Pete says, smiling at Patrick, who blushes at the pet name. Patrick looks up suddenly and smiles at him, taking Pete's hand and pulling him out of the cafeteria after discarding their trash.

He finds a deserted hallway and pushes Pete against the wall. If Joe and Andy can disappear to make out, we can too, is the only explanation Patrick offers. Pete takes it, pulling Patrick's face to his and connecting their lips.

By the end of it, Pete's sure he has plenty more bruises on his neck so the one from earlier doesn't get lonely.

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When they stumble into first period thirty minutes late, Pete now has a scarf around his neck, and Patrick is smirking. They get scolded for being late - something Pete is used to - before being asked to sit.

They take their seats, across the room from each other. This is what Pete hates. He doesn't get to sit next to Patrick until fourth period. Instead, he's stuck next to some dude with really blue eyes and long-ish black hair.

Pete zones out, staring out of the window, thinking about how weird all of this is. Two months ago, he was just some random kid trying to hide his power from the government. Now he's in one of the most dangerous and powerful groups on the face of the planet, not knowing whether his teacher plans on using his power for good or evil.

He's also maybe a little in love.

Pete directs his attention to the other side of the room where Patrick sits next to Andy, a huge smile on his pretty face, eyes squinting as he laughs. Fuck. He's more than a little in love. He's head-over-heels, deeply, awfully in love with a boy whose voice he's never even heard.

That thought hits him like a book in the face. Or, well, no. That's a real book. That just hit his face. Ouch?

"Dude, I've been trying to get your attention for the past ten minutes. I need a pen. Preferably black ink." The guy says. Pete blinks at him, nodding slowly. He reaches into his back and hands the boy a pen with blue ink.

"Why black ink?" Pete asks dumbly, watching the boy draw something on his arm. It's a dick. What the fuck?

"Watch and learn, my new friend." He twirls his finger, and the ink moves. Pete jumps away, his eyes widened as he watches the guy flick his finger towards the white board.

The dick is now huge and very visible on the board. The class erupts in laughter, causing Mrs. Landon to close her mouth and turn her head back to the board. She sighs.

"Spencer, I'll see you after class." She says tiredly, her British accent becoming more prominent. "Remove the ink from the board. Now, please."

Spencer huffs and twirls his finger again, moving it back to his arm. "I'm Spencer." He says, offering his hand out. Pete doesn't take it, just nodding instead.

"I'm Pete."

"Nice to meet you, dude. You're the guy that controls water, yeah?" Spencer asks, and Pete nods, smiling. Spencer knew who he was before he even met Pete. That's never happened to Pete before.

"That's me. Although, I figured more people would know me from my crush on Patrick rather my power." Pete says honestly, chancing a glance in Patrick's direction. The latter is staring at Pete, smiling when he catches his eye.

"Join the club, man. Patrick's the most wanted single dude on campus. Girls and guys want him. I guess now that Urie's out of the picture, he's courting you?" Spencer asks, a smirk on his face.

"What are you, my grandmother? Who says courting anymore?" Pete laughs, and Spencer rolls his eyes.

The bell rings then, and Spencer waves at him before disappearing. When Pete walks out of the door, Patrick is waiting for him. They link hands and begin to walk to second period.

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