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Sitting in biology class, the final class of the day, Peter watched intently at the person sitting two rows diagonal of him. Their eyes focused on the teacher, who was discussing homework before the next class. Their imperfect flesh seemed so soft and warm, causing him to subconsciously lick his lips again. However, a string of his hair-spray drenched hair caught itself on the texture of his tongue. Quickly, he began attempting to spit the hair out, eventually resorting to using his dirty finger. The pad’s taste was sour, Peter’s eyes squinted with disgust and he lolled his long tongue out in a vain attempt to disregard the flavor.
The girl sitting in front of him looked back at his mild disruption, which in return, he glared at her. In his angsty opinion, she was rather annoying, but so were most people in his socially-inept opinion. She hesitantly turned back around, returning her focus to the professor and jotting the assignment somewhere in her planner.
The bell rang making almost everyone stood up and rush to the door. Cramming against each other to escape that educational hell. A few students stayed behind, gradually and delicately packing their things, or just staying behind to avoid the claustrophobia. Either way, [y/n] stood behind, lovingly setting their pencil pouch in the side pocket of their backpack. The keychains that hung from the metal zippers jingled as they sealed their bag shut. Peter watched them with intent, watching their fingers wrap around pencils and notes, carefully putting them away. Whilst his attention was focused on them, he began haphazardly cramming his gray binder into his worn backpack. He watched them as they bid a polite farewell to their teacher before disappearing into the hall. His heart raced, along with some envy bubbling up in his stomach, as he searched for them in the hallway.
Only seeing the top of their head, moving back and forth between neighboring peers, stifling a laughter at the one on their right. Peter followed them out to the parking lot, where most buses and cars sat, and where most students dissipated into their own sections. From there, Peter managed to wedge himself out of the scurrying crowd and over to his car. He had attempted to park closer to them today, but he arrived late that morning, so most spots near them were taken.
Shoving his bag into the driver's backseat, he squeezed his tall figure into the driver's seat. He watched from the mirrors [Y\N] bidding a farewell to their friends before getting into their own cheap car.
In that moment, he thought back to the end of biology class, he thought of how graceful their fingers looked, despite their social-awkwardness. The thought of grinding his teeth against their skin made his teeth ache. Their gummy, textured flesh continuously brushing against his gums and lips. Their blood slowly seeping out from the bite that was a bit-too-harsh. To further satiate himself, he imagined that they were enjoying this as much as he was. That they loved him as much as he did them.
Just like the rest of that semester, however, he hardly ever spoke to them. On the occasion that they did have a conversation, it was merely pleasantries or classroom talk that would dissipate into awkward silences or [Y/N] drifting off with a friend or two. While Peter treasured these conversations, picking up on anything that could tell him about them.
In reality, [Y/N] barely thought much of him, seeing him only as a fellow classmate, one who was angsty and somewhat unapproachable.