Racing Roaring Pete

All I wanna do is go fast [Student of Harvest Academy] Peter Hansen - Grade 11

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Of course she wasn’t wrong. What kind of a thing to say was that? Never mind the fact that she was a teacher, she had gone to this school. She knew the rules.

Michelle purses her lips together in the best serious-teacher way she can. “Milk?” either this kid was terrible at making excuses, or he was being genuine. “… At eleven at night?”

“Hmm…” she hums, tapping a finger to her lips as if she was deep in thought. Detention? Yeah right, she had just spent hours scribbling over student papers. There was no way she was going to waste any more time writing up some kid a detention slip. But he didn’t need to know that. Not right away, at least.

“I mean, those rules exist for a reason, you know? It’s for all the students’ own safety! Well… Hm. What’s your name?”

Pete nodded his head up and down profusely. “Yeah, milk. My dorm is low.” Yup, eleven at night, now can he go get his damn milk now? is... what he was thinking internally, but on the outside he was sweating almost. Pete watched as  she tapped her lip in thought of whether to give him detention or not.... he was pretty sure at least. Rubbing the back of his neck he gives a sorry laugh, “Ehehh... Yeah I’m aware.” Pete slumped his head. “Uhh-- the name’s Pete...r. Peter. Hansen.” 

Ohhh boy this was gonna be fun.

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late night drive

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Now that’s a little unexpected. 

Neil followed him to the convenience store and parked right next to the car. He took off his helmet, and ruffled up his messy bird’s nest, err, hair, and turned to the student. He just got out of his car and looked all chill. Pfft. If he thinks he can get by with that too, he is gravely mistaken. Though he has to admit…

“Not bad. Seen that around campus, just didn’t think a brat owns it.” Given how simple this guy was as Neil sees him in passing, he didn’t take him in for that type. Then again wasn’t he driving that one time when the students snuck out, too? It made sense now. “Two– but enough with that crap, bud. You’re not allowed outside at this hour and you know it. Since I’m nice, i’ll just give you an hour of detention–”

Surprise, surprise. He still has a detention slip ready. The only problem is he doesn’t actually his full name. “– what’s your name again? Peter..?”

Pete watched as the teacher pulled off his helmet, ugh, yeah it’s definitely that one teacher from the dance who threatened to give him detention for well... okay well for not dancing but that’s an argument for another time. Pete shrugged with a laugh. “Well I’m sorry to disappoint then.” Two years was pretty good for a bike. Pete nodded, yeah of course he knew he wasn’t allowed outside, especially at this hour. He’d take an hour, that’s fair enough. “My last name?” Pete could lie, but in all honesty that would just make things harder for him, he’d probably get in even more trouble. “Hansen, Peter Hansen.” 

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late night drive

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What was up with these kids trying to trick him? If he thought he can hide himself just by looking away, then he needs to buy another book of deceit for dummies. “Just peachy.”

“It’s a Yamaha, Peter. The kind you’re not allowed to have– kind of like that car of yours.” He’s seen this car around. At the parking lot of the school even. Neil never really figured out which of the teachers owned it, but at least now he was getting answers, even if it was the unexpected kind.

The countdown for the traffic lights neared 0, and soon enough, red will turn to yellow, then green. Neil readied himself, admittedly amused. If he decides to speed away and escape, he’ll be following him closely behind, heh.

Okay, Pete was giving up on this whole ‘nice’ act, he was just gonna be himself at this point and if that got him into trouble, so be it. “I mean I’m licensed and this car is registered, so I’m pretty sure I can have it.” That was a nice Yamaha though... Pete watched as the light turned back to green, his attention going back to the road. Pete put the car into first gear and well... drove the car normally. Each shift had no jerk to it, showing his discipline with driving stick. He didn’t try to speed ahead or anything, after all, he was trying to enjoy this night. Pete signaled to the right, a convenience store he usually goes to around this time was just up ahead, and he planned to stop there and take a rest for a moment. He completely expected the teacher to follow him, he was one of those teachers anyways. 

Pete turned into the parking lot of the convenience store, pulling into an empty space out of the many that were there, Pete cut off the ignition and stepped out of the car, leaning on the side of the car he crossed his arms with an unamused look on his face. “So?.. ya like it?” Pete gave a slight smirk and a chuckle but let it down. “How long have you had your bike?” 

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late night drive

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Just like with any other night, Neil was out on his motorcycle to head buy food for himself. Delivery took too long plus it’d be faster to just go there in-person. Less trash for him to take out, too. On his way and while the lights were red, Neil found himself idly looking around the street while waiting. He could hardly give a fuck about the people in his surrounding, but he saw a slightly familiar face, made more recognizable by the hat he wore. It wouldn’t have strayed from the norms if a) he wasn’t driving a card; and b) he wasn’t out in the middle of the night. “???” 

Neil was positive that was a student. He remembered him from some of the school events and he clung around Maya a lot. Peter. Or Pete. Or both? Bah, the light’s about to turn green fast, he can’t just keep staring. The blonde placed two fingers near his lips and whistled loudly enough to get his attention. These brats weren’t even allowed to head out the school at this hour, yeesh. 

“Oi.” He called out and glared, .

Pete was out on another nightly drive, partially to get groceries for the dorm, but mostly just so he could take his car out for a drive. The slight growling rumble from his car’s v6 engine sounded perfect tonight, the stars were out and the roads weren’t even busy. Pete turned off his radio and the air conditioning so he could hear his surroundings. It wasn’t soon after Pete started his cruise around town that he was stopped at a stop light, and next to a guy on a more than tasteful motorcycle. Pete was also pretty sure that the guy was a teacher at his school... and Pete’s windows were down. Keep your head faced forward, Pete, maybe he won’t recognize you. 

SHIT HE WAS NOTICED. Pete turned his head to the side to see the teacher, holding up a peace sign with his left hand, the other on the steering wheel, Pete tried his best to keep his cool. “Lovely night, ah?” Alright alright, try to be friendly. “I like your motorcycle, what is it?” 

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Tying Loose Ends | Pete & Molly

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Molly didn’t know what to do. She just… didn’t. Up to this point, all she’d ever done was act out and push people away, but here she was, crying like some little bitch-baby, with Pete doing the same on the other side of the doorway. And in a way, it all pissed her off big time. She’d gone all this time thinking she’d been left behind and abandoned and just wanting for their friendship to go back to the way it had been, but now he was at the door and all that she wanted for him to do was shut up or go away or at least to be a little bitch a bit more quietly so she could think.

Frustrated, her hands slid up in the middle of rubbing at her eyes, tangling in her short hair instead. Her inclination leaned heavily towards slamming or punching a wall or… well, more simply put, she didn’t know what to do with the anger and sadness she felt when she was usually so detached from her emotions.

Where she’d been quiet–not silent, for she’d been too busy sniffling–she suddenly snapped again, stomping her foot and pushing the door the rest of the way open.

“W-would you just… just shut up, yo,o,ou big baby! And… and get over here, ri-right now.” This was said with another foot stomp which, with her bawling and yelling at him, made her look like an upset child more than anything else.  

Pete never meant to abandon Molly, and he’ll for sure feel sorry for this for just about the rest of his life, Molly is an awesome, great, wonderful person that to be hones, Pete respected. Pete gulped and looked up as the door swung open, the short haired girl throwing more names and insults, yelling at him and then... telling him to come over. Pete slowly stood up, his entire body shook. Wiping away tears he nodded and walked over to her. Pete didn’t necessarily know what she wanted him to get closer for but Pete went ahead and threw his arms around her in a hug. “I never meant to a-abandon you, I’m sorry I’m such a shitty f-f-friend and I’ll never treat you like that again.” Pete sobbed and stuttered at the start of some of his words, making him sound like a child. Pete felt like a legitimately shitty person and he never wants a repeat of this again.

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Tying Loose Ends | Pete & Molly

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Molly didn’t have it in her to even peek out the door at him, but even with her forehead pressed p against the wood of her door, she could hear in his voice as he drew to a close that he’d started crying–and fuck, it hit her like being stabbed through the chest. Biting down on her lip in an attempt to keep from crying like a little kid, but couldn’t stop herself from shaking like a leaf on the other side of the door and her tight grip on the door knob left it rattling in place.

The last thing she wanted to do was cut him out of her life for good, as much as he deserved it and as much as she wanted to want to do that–the complete radio silence she’d been getting these last… a little over eight weeks, she thinks, is what started all of this bullshit in the first place. And she doesn’t know what to make of what he had just told her–the idea that she hadn’t been thrown aside and forgotten wasn’t one she easily believed. Not when… when…

“Pete… you idiot!” Suddenly, and entirely to hide the fact she’d started sniffling like a pussy too, she’d slammed her free hand against the door,  crumpling against it. “I-I fucking thought… I thought you hated me, Peter, when all this time you’ve ju-just… you fucking pus-pussy ass bitch!” Molly’s voice was faint and shaky, hoarse like a whisper, but with the hall quiet around this time and Molly against the door, it would be easy to hear with the faintest bit of effort. Breathing hitching up again, her hand slipped from the doorknob–and the door swung oytwards, into the hall, slightly, as she took a step back, angrily raising her arm to rub her sleeved arm across her face, mad that she’d started crying

Pete stood there in the silent hallway as the door rattled from the other side. His hands stayed at his side as he held back the tears, he was choked up and his short quick gulps of air were audible. Pete regret every time he wanted to walk up to Molly but didn’t, Pete regretted starting any of this shit and conflict, but now here he was, he had to fix this in some way. 

Pete jumped inside his shoes when Molly yelled at him. A light sob escaped his mouth as she hit the door and started ranting-- insulting him with words flowing from a hurt person who’d thought they were forgotten and abandoned. When the door opened even the small bit. Pete found tears streaming down his face when he saw the same thing happening on Molly’s face. “I-” Another sob escaped his mouth as he dropped onto his knees and put his arms down, staring at the floor he said it one more time. “I’m sorry.”

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It wasn’t that Michelle hated the job, but she didn’t realize teaching speech – you know, the class where people do their projects verbally – would still require so much grading.

Finally, she marks off the last paper for the night and stretches. She didn’t get everything totally done, but the kids can wait an extra day. She doubted they’d even notice if she was a day late in handing these back to them.

… Her eyes flick up to the clock on the wall, aaand it’s almost eleven o’clock. At night. When had the time gotten away from her like that!? She lets out a frustrated gurgle, not even bothering to shove her chair back in an she stalks out of the room. The academy at night is almost eerily quiet – she never stays this late. The hallways are dark, the lights outside on campus don’t seem bright enough, and as she’s passing by the student dorms to head to the bus station there’s another creepy pair of footsteps besides her own.

… Hmm. Wait a minute, that’s off.

It’s dark out, but not pitch black, and sure enough that is definitely a student trying to sneak off.

“Hell - o!” if they hadn’t noticed her noticing them earlier, she definitely had their attention now. “Huh, funny seeing you out here when… I swore curfew was at ten~?” 

11 pm, the riskiest, but probably best time for Pete to sneak out to go get groceries seeing as any other time and he’d be tired as all hell the next day. Pete was just out of the dorms and on his way to his escape spot, and while he normally parked his car in the school parking lot he felt that was probably more dangerous. So, Pete’s idea was to park it in one of the parallel parking spots nearby a bus station that’s 24/7 so they don’t tow it away thank goddess... Pete was being quiet as he could, the only thing making noise was probably his car keys jingling from the carabiner clip attached to the belt holes on his shorts. This was his Achilles heel in his current situation.

shit... Pete turned his head around towards the source of the voice. Yup... it’s a fucking teacher... geez, maybe it is true that teachers live at the school. Pete gulped... think, knuckle head, think!!! “I mean you’re... not wrong.” PETER YOU FUCKING IDIOT. agh, c’mon you can do better. “Uhh- I was just going to get some milk from the store, that’s it really...” Okay fucking fine. Maybe she’ll understand. “Please don’t give me detention...” Busted...

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Tying Loose Ends | Pete & Molly

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Molly clenched her jaw as Pete spoke, saying sorry a record amount–given the time frame–and somehow managing to make Molly more unwilling to accept his apology each and every time. Because you know what? He’s right, he is an idiot, and a horrible friend, and while he forgot it, she’ll add it in: he’s an asshole too. But… she doesn’t hate him.

No, what she hates is the fact that despite all of that, she still cares about him, and that him standing outside her door sniffling like some obnoxious six year old still hurts. She doesn’t see why she should want to comfort him–or why she should want to be his friend if he’ll just get bored again or whatever excuse he wanted to give her and toss her aside again, like she hadn’t even mattered to him in the first place.

She get’s enough of that at home, she isn’t about to put up with it here too. 

So while her expression softens, she still retreats further away from him, closing the door between them slightly, leaving a bit more than a crack to see her through.

“Why should I?” She didn’t snap, or  yell, but instead just… sounded tired, voice soft and shaky. “So you get to do it again as soon as better people come along o-or just–do you even freaking care how…ugh…” Her head falls forward, audibly bumping against the other side of the door. “Just go away, Hansen.”

No... please don’t close the door. Pete’s face almost drooped to one of failure and regret as there was only a hair more than a crack in the door between the two of them. If this door closed, that was going to be the end of it... at least Pete was pretty sure of that, that if she closed the door that was her goodbye to him and their fleeting friendship. A teardrop started rolling down Pete’s cheek, slowly, the trace of his tear glistening in the low light of the hallway. Pete could barely give a reason as to why she should even be his friend. “I-” Pete’s throat choked up as a sniffle came out. 

One by one the tears started rolling and Pete started rubbing away, now wasn’t the time. “Molly I don’t want to go away--” Pete took a giant gulp and spat out all that he could. “Molly I’m an idiot, I’m an asshole, I’m a horrible friend, everything in between, and everything below...” Pete sniffled into another sigh. “But I want to see you going to class again, I want to talk to you like friends again, you have every right and reason to close this door right now and cut off any and all connection with me, but I care for you Molly-- I really do... Molly I can’t count the times I’ve looked your way in the halls wanting to apologize like I am right now but cowardly walked off and pretended like it was nothing.” Pete’s voice grew shaky as well-- but like it was about to cut out at any moment. “I’m-- I’m so fucking sorry.” 

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Tying Loose Ends | Pete & Molly

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It was rare that Molly got attached to people:usually, she’d have been sent off to a different school by this point, expelled and nothing but a black mark on her ex-classmate’s yearbooks. It hadn’t even struck her how clingy she’d gotten right up until Pete just… ditched her? They still saw each other in the halls and in class, but all of a sudden she hated even going to astronomy because even though their desks were only a few spaces away (all the better to throw paper planes at his head, was her initial motive in picking this spot), he’d just flatout ignore her.

And at first, she was worried about him, as strange as it was considering Molly didn’t really give a shit about most of her peers. Yet it kind of started to hit her–as far as she could tell he was still talking to his other friends just fine, and she stopped worrying. The only conclusion she could figure was that she fucked up somehow, that Pete had gotten tired of her shit and had given up on dealing with her.

After that, she stopped going to astronomy–and while, over the last two months, she’d managed to befriend Lillie and hide from the fact she was pretty sure most of the school couldn’t stand her, she avoided Pete in the hallway, since every time she saw him she nearly started crying.

So suffice to say, the last person she expected to see when she opened the door was Pete and for a moment, there’s the rarest flicker of sincerity–surprise and confusion flickering over her features. His apology is met by the door swinging shut in his face as Molly’s breath hitches in her throat, tears pricking the corners of her eyes because how fucking dare this asshole show up at her door after ignoring her for MONTHS. 

The door opens slightly a moment later, Molly’s bro furrowed as she pokes her head back out

“What do you want, Peter?” 

Pete’s sorry was met with the door slamming shut in his face, but-- what else could he have expected. This was a perfectly warranted response. Pete lowered his head and gulped. “Moll-” In the midst of saying her name, about to beg that she listen to him, she opened it up with a look that killed him. Pete took a deep breath that stuttered with every second, and exhaled. “I want to tie up our loose ends... I want to tell you that I’ve been an idiot, I’ve been an awful friend and I want to tell you that-- I’m sorry...” Pete cleared his throat. “I know sorry doesn’t cut what I’ve done, but sorry is all I have...”

Pete grimaced as he was about to cry. This girl was the best thing and the closest thing he’d ever get to one of the most sincere friends he’d ever make in his life... and he tossed it in the trash can, left the friendship to die... all because of his carelessness. “So I’m sorry...” Pete put his hands and arms at his sides and lowered his head. “Please will you be my friend again?” Pete’s eyebrows shook, he was on the verge of tears and his sniffles showed.

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Roaming at the festival Recording Doc Pete's hands were buried in his hoodie's pockets.. stupid festival games. Pete managed to get some time away from the booth with Holly having taken over for a bit to let him have a break. It was fairly cool outside, so it wasn't like he felt like he was walk...

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Tying Loose Ends | Pete & Molly

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Pete laid on his bed in utter darkness. He liked to do this thing called thinking every once in a while. Right now, Pete was thinking about someone in specific... a friend of his that to be honest he wasn’t sure if she’d consider him a friend anymore... Pete abandoned her, left her alone and all because he was ‘stressed...’ Pete let out a small and short laugh of pity on himself. “I’m so fucking dumb...” Pete took a deep breath and exhaled of the same time it took for him to breathe in. Was he going to finally do it? Tie up his loose ends, admit he was an idiot and try to be friends again?... 

Pete grabbed his phone in the darkness, the screen almost blinding him. Unlocking the screen he pulled up his text messages. The last time he texted her.. texted Molly was two months ago. It made Pete sick to his stomach, he wanted to just throw up he felt so bad.  Message to: Molls Subject: . . . Pete stared at the screen. Not moving and not typing anything... laying there. Pete left the subject empty, tossed his phone on the ground and walked out of his room, out into the dormitory hallway. Pete stood in front of Molly’s door, C5 he was pretty sure. Pete knocked on the door despite how late it was, hoping, praying internally she’d answer. The door handle jiggled once... twice... the door finally opened and Pete spat it out. “I’m so sorry...” 

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Subject: Peter Hansen

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Lemme Smash || Pete & Lillie

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     【☀】~ His reaction was one that she had been hoping against, the way he froze up a bit extreme for an invitation to play games, but definitely not promising. Had… had she done something wrong? She was about to ask him if he was alright when he makes a sudden outburst, causing Lillie to pull her hand from his shoulder and jump back in alarm.

     “G-girlfriend, what…!?” Lillie stares on at him wide eyed, confused and not at all getting what he was going on about. “It’s… okay? Congrats, really, but I don’t see what that has to do with us smashing?” She felt like she was seriously missing something here…

Pete looked at the girl in pure confusion. Did she not-- were they both thinking of different things. Fixing Pete’s position back to a normal one he squints. “I feel like we’re... thinking about two different things... define smash.” Pete was still very confused with what had just happened, but he knew this girl looked too pure to just ask Pete out of nowhere if he wanted to ‘smash me’ .

“Actually no, I know we were both thinking of something different.” 

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Lemme Smash || Pete & Lillie

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      【☀】~ At the end of every school week, Lillie would meet up with Molly to hang out and play video games. Lillie didn’t consider herself very good, nowhere near the master level Molly was at, but the two of them always had a good time, and that was what mattered to her most in the end.

      But this time Molly wasn’t available to play, and had told her to ask Pete instead. Pete wasn’t someone she knew terribly much about, aside from what she saw of him in her Calculus class, so needless to say she was a bit nervous. But hopefully he’d agree if she took Molly’s advice… appeal to him with that cool gamer speak he was sure to love?

      Just at that moment, she spots Pete walking down the halls. Rushing to catch up with him, Lillie reaches forward and taps him by the shoulder, hoping he wouldn’t be too terribly bothered by this. “U-um, excuse me, Pete?” Once he turns to her and she has his full attention, she gives a nervous but friendly smile.

      Er, how did Molly put it again…? “Hi! Um. So… y-you wanna smash… me?”

Pete internally groaned, he was tired as all hell from the day with tests stacked on top of tests. His backpack slung over his shoulder he heads onto his way to Java City to go get his daily deal of coffee from Jill. When Pete was stopped by someone who he was-- pretty sure she was in his calculus class he was met with a question that made his eyes widen and all movements of his stop dead in their tracks. “u- uh...” Pete was backed into a fucking corner... well not really, he was in a hallway but metaphorically still. “I-I’M SORRY I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND.” Pete jumped back a little bit into his apology and gulped. F u c k....

This was not at fucking all what he expected.