Apex predator
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Apex Predator (Petopher!Mean Girls AU) (context: it's Chris' first day at BHHS. They're at the cafeteria)
“Which one is Peter?”
“Oh, you'll know when you see him,” Melissa tells Chris with an eye roll.
“Spot the vulture wearing a pink tiara,” Finstock says, so serious and intense, Chris almost begins to think that they're talking about an actual bird.
Melissa shakes off a shiver. “Peter's a demon here to torment us,” she whispers like someone might be listening. She looks around cautiously but the few people at their table don't even care enough about their small group of misfits to look their way. “He has ears everywhere,” Melissa continues but Chris rolls his eyes.
Sure, he scoffs in his mind at the dramatization.
“No, I mean it! He's psychic or something! He knows things he can't possibly know and he can smell your fear,” Melissa says when she sees that the newbie doesn't seem worried at all.
“‘Cause everyone is scared of him,” Finstock adds, nodding a lot.
“Peter is literally Satan in a crop top…”
Chris scoffs out loud this time. Fine, so the only people willing to talk to him are weirdos. That's fine, he guesses. He's heard crazier stuff at home!
Needing a second of sanity, Chris gets up to throw away the rest of his pitiful lunch. Chugging everything in the trash, his carton of milk hits a pool of ketchup and specks of it land on his jean jacket. With a groan , he puts his thumb in his mouth before trying to get rid of the stains with his saliva. Giving up after seeing that the now pink stains won't go, Chris then turns around and time suddenly stops when he notices the prettiest boy he's ever seen walk down the main corridor of the cafeteria, students and teachers alike rushing to get out his way. With his fair skin and pink tight polo shirt, the mystery boy shines like an angel gracing them with pure light in the depressing cafeteria.
Unable to breathe or think, Chris feels like he's been thunderstruck. All he can do is watch, his awe only growing tenfold as the boy struts closer to him.
Everything about him is mesmerizing. The subtle hint of silver eyeshadow, his tailored outfit made to look casual but not fooling anyone who knows brands, his confident but slow walk, his bright and easy smile.
It takes Chris an eternity to finally close his mouth but he still can't take his eyes away as the boy settles next to the punk girl wearing black and the melancholia core boy Melissa and Finstock were warning him about. But next to them, the pink angel looks like the incarnation of Good. A perfect innocent simply happy to see his friends. Chris can't remember meeting someone who looked so happy.
Sitting on the table instead of the bench, Peter barely takes the time to say hello to his friends before he turns around, crosses his legs, smirks and tilts his head as he stares right at Chris. The hunter can't look away even if he feels his face flushing from the attention.
Shit. He needs to pull himself together! He saw good-looking people in the past, this is nothing! Nothing!
“You look a little lost. Can I help you with something?”
Fuck, even his voice sounds melodic and smooth!
“No, I just… it's my first time here. Eating here.” He gets flustered and he's not sure why. He tries to look away but his eyes betray him every time, going back to the boy.
“Well, come here. There's a spot right next to me.” Peter taps the space on his left with a lopsided grin.
“Peter…” Corinne, at his side, warns him.
“We haven't had guests in ages, Cori, play nice,” he scolds gently before looking back at Chris who hasn't moved a muscle still. “Come!”
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