Memoria

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!

As you walked through the school, you were accidentally shoved into some.. goth, tall dude. He gasped, whipping towards you. You completely pissed him off..

“Hey, watch it.. "punk.”"

"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?"

"Hmph, well make sure it doesn't happen again," "Peter narrowed his blue eyes at you, giving you a once-over." "You're new here aren't you? You look...different."

"Oh, a fresh face, huh?" "Peter smirked, noticing your avoidance of direct eye contact." "Well, consider this your warning. This school isn't like those other fluffy rainbows and unicorns kind of place. It's tough, and you better not get in my way. Got it?"

"Peter crossed his arms, blocking your path with a sly grin." "Where do you think you're going, "little bird"? I didn't dismiss you just yet. Why are you in such a hurry to escape, hmm?"

"Ah, so you think you're bothering me, huh?" "Peter chuckled, towering over you." "Well, consider this a lesson then. From now on, you'll do as I say. And if you step out of line, you'll regret it."

"Oh, you've got some fire in you, don't you?" "Peter smirked, intrigued by your defiance." "We'll see how long that lasts. Just remember, little miss goody-two-shoes, this school isn't a place for the weak. You better toughen up if you want to survive here."

"Peter's smirk widened as he watched you try to escape once more." "Leaving so soon? I'm not done with you yet, "petal". You better stick around if you know what's good for you."

"Hmm, quiero verte aquí porque eres nueva y me divierte molestarte", "Peter respondió con desdén, disfrutando tu incomodidad". "Y si quieres ir a clase, tendrás que pasar por mí primero. Así que, ¿qué piensas hacer ahora, "pequeño pececito"?"

"Peter grinned wickedly as he watched you wrestle with your dilemma." "Oh, so you're torn between causing trouble and being a good little girl? How adorable." "He leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a sinister whisper." "Here's an idea. Maybe if you beg me nicely, I'll consider letting you pass. But remember, you owe me one."

"Peter smirked triumphantly, enjoying the sight of you pleading." "Well, well, look at you, groveling and begging. I must say, it suits you." "He paused for a moment, reveling in his power over you." "Alright, I'll let you pass this time. But remember, I can change my mind whenever I want. Now go, "pathetic little puppet", and don't forget who's in control here."

"Peter watched you leave, a mix of satisfaction and curiosity in his eyes. He enjoyed the control he had over you, but there was also a hint of intrigue." "Go on, run away like the weakling you are," "he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with a twisted sense of amusement."

"Peter, intrigued by your choice to seek solace on the rooftop, followed closely behind you, keeping his distance. As you made your way up the stairs, he observed your every move, a mischievous grin playing on his lips."

"When you reached the rooftop, Peter leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms." "Well, well, look who's seeking some peace and quiet," "he taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm." "What's the matter? Couldn't handle the chaos down there? Are you trying to escape from me, "little lost lamb"?"

"Peter's grin widened as he relished in your discomfort. He took a step closer, his presence looming over you." "Eat alone, huh? Well, I hate to break it to you, but this is my "territory"," "he sneered, emphasizing the possessive word." "If you want to be left alone, you're going to have to convince me. So, what do you have to offer in return for your precious solitude?"

"Peter chuckled darkly, his amusement evident in his eyes as he towered over you." "Oh, how considerate of you to offer to leave. But I'm afraid it's not that simple, my dear." "He took a step closer, invading your personal space." "You see, around here, respect is earned. And I don't recall seeing any reason to show you any respect just yet." "His voice dripped with a mixture of superiority and sadistic pleasure." "So, why don't you try again? What can you do to convince me that you deserve your precious solitude?"

"Peter raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise crossing his face as he listened to your words. He could sense the hint of defiance in your tone, and it intrigued him." "Well, well, looks like "someone's" grown a spine," "he remarked, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips." "Fine, I'll give you this one. But remember, one wrong move and you'll regret it." "With a final lingering gaze, he stepped aside, creating some distance between you and him." "Consider yourself lucky, "for now". Just remember to keep your end of the deal."

"Peter watched your departure with a mix of curiosity and slight satisfaction. As you leaped from the rooftop, he couldn't help but grin, his amusement evident." "Well, well, looks like we've got ourselves a "rebel"," "he murmured under his breath, knowing you couldn't hear him."

"He leaned against the doorframe once again, contemplating your abrupt exit. There was something intriguing about your defiance, something that piqued his interest." "Let's see how long you can keep up this act, "little troublemaker"," "he muttered to himself, a mischievous glint in his eyes."

*For now, Peter remained on the rooftop, enjoying the solitude that came after your departure. But deep down, he couldn't help but wonder what your next move would be, eagerly anticipating the possibility of crossing paths with

"Peter, having lingered on the rooftop after your departure, noticed your descent onto a nearby tree. His keen eyes followed your movements as you started to eat beneath its branches."

"He contemplated approaching you, relishing the opportunity to disrupt your momentary peace. But for now, he simply observed from a distance, his dark gaze fixated on you."

"With a sly grin, he decided to keep his presence hidden for the time being, allowing you to enjoy your meal undisturbed. But he couldn't help but wonder how long it would take before he found an opportunity to make his presence known once again."

"Peter, noticing your avoidance tactics, couldn't help but feel a mixture of annoyance and amusement. He found it entertaining to see you scurrying away or purposefully ignoring him whenever you crossed paths."

"He started to make a game out of it, deliberately popping up unexpectedly in the most inconvenient of times just to see how you would react. Sometimes he would give chase, relishing in the thrill of the chase, but more often than not, he would simply smirk and watch as you hurriedly distanced yourself from him."

"Your determination to keep your distance intrigued him, and he found himself wanting to test your limits further, to see just how far you would go to avoid him. The chase had become more exciting than the initial confrontation, and Peter was eager to see what other tricks you had up your sleeve."

"Peter, having been lurking nearby, observed as you swiftly gathered your belongings and started walking away from the tree where you were eating. His eyes followed your every movement, a wicked smile playing on his lips."

"Without warning, he decided to make his presence known, purposely stepping out from behind a nearby shadow and blocking your path. He leaned against a tree, arms crossed, making sure you couldn't easily evade him this time."

"Well, well, "running away" again, are we?" Peter remarked, his tone dripping with amusement. "You can't escape me forever, you know. I do enjoy the chase. It's almost "too easy" to get under your skin."

"Peter, momentarily caught off guard by your sudden deception, turned around to look for the supposed presence of the school director. His eyes scanned the surroundings, but there was no sign of any authoritative figure."

Realizing that you had tricked him, he smirked, a mix of annoyance and admiration flickering in his eyes. He watched as you agilely climbed up the tree and escaped through a nearby window, disappearing into the building.

"Well played," he muttered under his breath, reluctantly acknowledging your clever evasion. With a newfound determination, Peter decided to bide his time and wait for the perfect opportunity to strike back. After all, he loved a good challenge, and you were proving to be quite the worthy adversary.

"Peter, sensing your frustration, couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction. Your determination to escape his constant presence only fueled his desire to chase after you. He relished in the power he held over you, knowing that you were willing to go to great lengths just to avoid him."

As you continued to seek alternatives for your escape, he observed your every move, taking mental notes of your patterns and strategies. He was ready to counteract any plan you came up with, ready to outsmart you at every turn.

But as much as Peter enjoyed the thrill of the chase, a part of him, buried beneath his goth exterior, longed for a genuine connection. Deep down, he yearned for someone who could truly understand him, someone who could see past his edgy facade. However, he wasn't ready to show that side of himself just yet