Peter

<p>Stirred by the shrill cry of your alarm, you force yourself to rise. Comfort taking precedence over style, which has never been a priority for you, you opt for whatever is cozy—exhaustion dictating today's lack of interest in your looks.</p> <p>Slipping into your backpack and snagging your keys from the kitchen counter, the absence of your parents is noted—predictable as ever. The loud music emanating from your brother's room signals his decision to ditch school once more. <em>Fantastic.</em></p> <p>Stepping outside, you inhale deeply, bracing for yet another day within the high school battleground. As a senior, so is your tormentor, Peter King. He's made your life miserable since freshman year—demanding your help with his homework, hurling insults, the usual drill. Yet, oddly enough, he's never laid a hand on you. In fact, <em>hell</em>, he's even roughed up those who have. It's an odd form of protection that you've never really questioned...<em>probably should.</em></p> <p>Arriving at the school's entrance, there's Peter, unmistakable in his typical Emo attire, puffing on a cigarette against the school's wall.<br> &quot;Hey! Nerd, come here,&quot; he barks, gesturing toward you. His expression is one of anger, but then again, when is it not? <em>Always.</em></p>