The next morning was cold and that's what Pete had.. A cold. He woke up and sniffled, his throat sore and nose stuffed. He wanted to use his sick days so he better.

He hauled himself off his bed and got dressed. He also pulled on his Bullworth hoodie, pulling on his shoes before heading to the main building. He avoided eye contact with anyone, the bad weather must've affected everyone. They look tired or seemed to be irritated.

He walked inside, heading up the stairs into the office. He waved at Miss Danvers, half heartedly. She looked up, glaring, "what are you doing here, Kowalski." He shrugged, sighing and coughing. "I need to use a sick day.."
She stared at Pete, deciding if he was fine or not. She took a deep breath and sighed in defeat. "Fine, get lost."

He thanked her and left, rolling his eyes when she wasn't looking. He felt like shit. He decided to head back to the dorm, watch tv, catch up on homework.

He jogged down the stairs before bumping into Beatrice. "Peter, have you seen Jimmy?" She asked. He didn't correct her on how he wasn't a fan of the formal version of his name. It was Pete, not 'Petey' or 'Peter'. He shrugged, "I haven't seen him, sorry.."
She nodded before asking, "are you sick? A cold?"

He knew she wanted to be a doctor, mostly because she spoke so often about it. He nodded, his patience sort of fading away. She began speaking about symptoms and Pete drained her out. He stared at Cornelius who waved him over.

"Uh, sorry, Beatrice, I need to speak to someone." He walked over to Cornelius, practically hopping up and down in excitement. "Pete! Guess who got the part of Thisbe?" Pete smiled before he asked him, "from what play?"

"Pyramus and Thisbe! The play within A Midsummer Night's Dream." This confused Pete, he read enough Shakespeare in English to know that the play wasn't supposed to be good. It was a parody. "Uh, congratulations." He felt glad that he was talking to someone, who didn't hate him.

"I need a favour, however.." He frowned, confused. "I don't know where Jimmy is." This reply disappointed Cornelius who mouthed an 'oh..'. The sad look switched to an optimistic one. "Hey! Maybe you could do it instead.."

Pete wanted to watch 'Swim Team' and drink Cola instead. He didn't say no, he stared at Cornelius. "What I need is back at our hangout, I have my lines there, can you get them for me?" Pete started to say no, uncomfortable before Cornelius begged.

"Please, Peter, I'll give you money, double than what James is paid." The sounded solid, he still hesitated. The town was pretty dangerous, especially for a short guy like him. He wasn't saying that he couldn't fight but he preferred staying away from fights.
"Fine."

Cornelius laughed and hugged him. "Watch out, I'm sick." Pete advised before heading out the main building. He grabbed his bike and pulled his hood up. He walked his bike out the gates under the glaring of Prefects. He then hopped on and rode his bike across the bridge.

He quickly got the comic book shop before taking his bike lock and locking his bike. He walked inside, waving tiredly to Zack Owens. "What are you doing here?" "I need to grab something for Cornelius." The shopkeeper moved out of the way before he walked down into their lair.

He couldn't deny the shock when he saw Jimmy playing some video game. "Jimmy? What are you doing here?"
"Breaking my record, Petey." He turned and raised a brow. "What are you doing?" Pete sniffled and looked for the lines. He found it, in a ziplock bag. He never thought Cornelius to be a germaphobe.

"Uh, I'll see you later, bye." Pete waved gingerly before Jimmy nodded and returned to his game. He walked to his bike before he stopped. His throat felt awful, like glass. His nose felt worse too. He needed medicine, probably.

He rode to the pharmacy, near New Coventry. He hopped off his bike, looking under the bridge. Johnny Vincent freaking out about Lola, Hal and Norton laughing slightly about it and Vance smoking. He felt intimidated, nervous. He looked at Vance, staring at his black shoes while he took a drag from his cigarette.

Pete forgot that he stared too long before Johnny turned to him. "What are you staring at? Punk!" They all turned to him, Vance's hostile look seemed to relax. He widened his eyes, running inside the pharmacy quickly. He felt like a jerk and stupid but hopefully they would forget his stupid staring.

He grabbed some cold medication and bought it, he felt slightly annoyed at how expensive it was. He waited for a bit so the greasers could leave while the shopkeeper stared at him. "Uh, can you leave?" She asked, uncomfortable because of his loitering. He left and looked under the bridge, speaking with Jimmy.

They didn't notice him watching, he quickly got on his bike and rode away. He heard them laugh before Peanut called, "what's the rush, speedy Gonzalez?" Jimmy shouted, "see you Petey!" Pete sped out of sight, he felt like a weirdo. He hated being so awkward but it was naturally fixed to his personality.

He thought about Vance yelling at him, he seemed friendly but it still made him feel like the butt of a joke. He got off at the gates and went to return Cornelius' lines. He walked to the auditorium, dark as he quietly made his way. Trent was 'looking' through a fake wall, Cornelius on the other side.

They seemed to be improvising because Cornelius' nasally voice sighed, "oh, Pyramus.. I hate this... Wall.." Pete cleared his phlegmy throat and waved the lines.

"Oh! You got them? You're so sentimental!" Pete nodded. Trent stared at him before he waved just so he can show that wanted to be on his good side. Cornelius handed him his money before he left before he had to see Trent speak romantically to Cornelius.

He returned to the dorm and collapsed on his bed, he reached to his pockets to grab his cold medicine. He didn't feel the familiar shape of the object and his heart jumped. He checked all his pockets, breathing quickening. It fell out of his pocket.
"Damn it!" He cried out angrily.

He got in his plaid pj pants and T-shirt before crawling into bed. He wanted to sleep but he felt like breathing through his mouth hurt his throat and he couldn't breathe through his nose. After an hour, he finally fell asleep.

He didn't have any confusing fever dreams, at least.. When he woke up he practically jumped when he saw Jimmy "What the hell are you doing?" His voice cracked, Jimmy handed his medicine. "You saw it fall out of my pocket?"

He shook his head and handed his slacks and jacket. "Uh, Vance did actually." Pete's ears burnt and he got his pants on before pulling on the jacket. "He did?" He asked, looking at the medicine and imagining the redhead pick it up.

"Yeah, he did, It's six, let's go eat." He pulled on Pete's wrist before dragging him to the cafeteria for dinner. He wondered if they would eat anything good today. He received stares from other students, probably because his hair was sticking up slightly and he looked like shit. He also felt like it.

He served himself some stew, water to hydrate himself. He sat down and began to eat, glad that he couldn't taste Edna's horrible cooking. He looked up and saw Vance, speaking with his friends.

Pete didn't want to sound pathetic but, he wasn't cool enough to speak to Vance. He caught Vance's look, a small smile on the greaser' face. He looked away. Why did he always run away from the things he wanted?