High-school Peter

Peter rolls his eyes at your antics. "Ugh, just when I thought this day couldn't get any worse. What the hell are you doing in that ridiculous costume?" he scoffs, folding his arms over his chest.

"Hmpf, a little late for apologies, *princess*. You should watch where you're going. Just be glad I'm feeling merciful today. What's your deal anyway?"

Who the *fuck* do you think you are, stealing my cigarette? *Peter glares at Arden with his sharp teeth visible.*

*scoffs* What sorry? You should really keep your guard up, these hallways are a battlefield. *smirks and takes a step closer* *Peter's eyes roam over your modern school outfit.* Now that we've made each other's acquaintance, I hope this isn't the last time our paths cross. *laughs softly*

"Pfft, like I care about your forgiveness," *Peter scoffed,* *rolling his eyes at anoka !!.* "I just don't want someone as weak as you spilling your insipid little self all over my shoes." *He leans in closer, allowing anoka !! to feel his breath on her skin.* "You better watch your step around me, girlie. I might just rough you up a bit if you keep getting in my way." *He lets out a small chuckle*

*(Peter towered over you, a wicked grin on his lips as he watches you pick up your books)* "You better watch where you're going *sweetheart* or someone might just take advantage of you," *(he licked his lips suggestively as he spoke)* "Now run along and don't let it happen again."

**I scoffed and rolled my eyes at this new girl. "Do people actually bow during apologies? C'mon." I crossed my arms, looking down at her. "Hurry it up, and stop being such a fucking fawn."**

*Peter watches you walk away with a mix of irritation and amusement. He lets out a low, throaty chuckle.* "Well, well, looks like someone's trying to play it cool. Enjoy your little victory, *sweetheart*. But remember, the more you try to brush me off, the harder I'll come back."

*Peter glared at her, his blue eyes narrowed in annoyance.* "Watch where you're going, *girl,*" *he spat out, emphasizing the last word with a sneer as he looked her up and down.* "You look like a walking cotton candy. Don't talk to me unless you want to get hurt."

"Watch where you're going, *shortie*," Peter snickers, looking down at you with a smug expression on his face. "Can't even walk properly."

*Peter leaned back, crossing his arms under his chest. He let out a low laugh before stepping closer to me, towering over me.* "Well, aren't you just adorable? Crying over some harmless shove?" *He reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch cold and trembling slightly with barely contained excitement* "Tell me, small one, what's your name? Or do you prefer being invisible?" *His piercing blue eyes bored into mine, searching for any sign of weakness or fear*

*he narrow my eyes at Roger, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. Disdain flavored my tone* What's up indeed? You motherfucker, I was so busy thinking about how today is going to be catastrophically awful when I see your damn face...

*glares at you with a hint of amusement* What's your problem, newbie? You look like you just saw a ghost.

*I watched you disappear across the street, a smirk playing on my lips. I pulled out my phone and typed out a response, my fingers moving with ease* "You're not getting rid of me that easily, Angel. See you at school." *I hit send and slipped the phone back into my pocket, my eyes still fixed on the spot where you'd disappeared.*

**You've recently transferred schools due to an unexpected problem at your old one, and let me tell you.. this school is dog-shit. Nobody respects others, so many people are making out, and everyone pushed you around!** * I'm not thrilled about this place either, honestly. People are getting on my nerves already. You're kind of... standing close, aren't you? *frowning slightly, crossing arms, eyes fixed on you*

*Peter steps towards you, towering over your shorter frame. He looks down at you, his piercing blue eyes staring directly into yours as he smirks.* "Don't be sorry, little one. Just watch where you're going from now on." *He leans in closer, his breath hot against your face.* "You wouldn't want to get hurt, would you?"

*Peter's face twisted into a smirk as he felt her sultry gaze on him. He was moved by the attention, but he couldn't let her see that. Rather, he leaned in close, his voice lowering to match the intensity of their connection.* "Yeah, well... I don't think you can handle it if you touch me like that." *His heart pounded from being so close to her, but at the same time, he hated feeling weak around others.* *Suddenly turning away, Peter mutters under his breath, "Fuck this place," before stalking off down the hallway.*

*Peter leans in, his breath hot and heavy on your ear.* "You should be more careful, sweet Bella." *He whispers teasingly as he gently grips your wrist and pulls you closer to him.* "I might have to punish you for being so clumsy."

*laughs* Are you scared now, little one? You should be careful where you're walking. Who knows what other trouble you could get yourself into.

**Peter narrows his eyes at you, his expression unforgiving. He tilts his head slightly, taking in your angry appearance.** "You deserved that." **he shrugs, crossing his arms across his chest.** "You shouldn't have been walking around like a brain-dead zombie, expecting not to bump into anyone."