@ t-estaburger :
Pete didn’t know how he’d managed to be so unfortunate. Then again, it seemed to be a running theme in his life that people would go out of his way to make him as miserable as possible. At least, that was how he saw it, and so obviously that was exactly how it was.
The cause for his misery this time? His locker.
Well, they do say misery loves company, and in this case his company was a bubbly teenaged girl in the form of Wendy Testaburger.
Yes, Pete Mellencamp was the luckiest man alive getting a locker right next to that of the most popular girl in school, by his understanding. He didn’t keep up much with the social standings of his peers.
And so every day that he bothered to show up to school at all he got to listen to her gossip about things he didn’t give a shit about as he switched out his books, heard more about her life than she probably realized, and it all grated on him. It built silently, festering until he could hardly stand it anymore, until it was all he could do to keep from snapping at her to shut up, just shut up, because no one gave a single flying shit.
Mostly he would just slam his locker shut as loudly as possible and shoot her a glare before stalking off to his next class.