The drive to Brody's...

Peter laughed, kicking some of the bottles over and sprawling out across the back seat.

"Dude, you know for a FACT that won't be happening."

"Connor, yeah well I can be pretty convincing when I want to be." Connor looked back at Peter through the rearview mirror. His smile curled in at the sides in a recognizably devious way.

"Dude, shutupshutupshutup." Brody smacked Connor's arm and pointed at Damien walking toward the car.

"Hey, guys." Damien waved hello as he opened the car door. "Peter, can you scoot over? I'll sit in the back with you."

Peter moved over but told himself it wasn't because Damien told him to.

As Damien slid into the back seat next to Peter, he knocked his foot against some bottles that scattered across the car floor.

"Are you guys serious...?" Damien shot a judgmental look to Peter.

"And you think I did this why?"

"It was us, Damien." Connor said as he scrolled through his phone. "Thought we might have a little bit of a celebration tonight at Brody's."

"You know I don't drink." Damien stood his ground, fixing his posture to express how serious he was about his continued teen sobriety.

Soon after, Eddie opened the door, making airhorn sounds and punching everyone in the car on the shoulder.

"Sup, faggots." He adds while he slides into the back, forcing Peter to sit in the middle between him and Damien.

Peter was never precious about personal space, but the way Damien and Eddie both insisted on manspreading so much, he couldn't help but feel crammed between them like there wasn't enough room for him there. His annoyance was soothed once Hanlan opened the back door.

"Fellas I am beat." He huffs as he slides across to the second row seat.

"Dude, you smell like ballsack." Bradley added as he slid in behind him, slapping Hanlan's on the ass.

And he was right. Peter had grown familiar with the smell of sweaty dudes, being crammed in the car with a bunch of athletes. It was a smell he'd become accustomed to and never really noticed it unless Hanlan spent the night at his place after a game. Peter was fit by all standards, but definitely didn't have the body or drive of an athlete. He sunk deeper into his small space between Eddie and Damien.

"Thanks for coming to watch, Peter." Hanlan looked back at him and shot a smile.