Peter: you have eat more than that! I do -points at his food- I've got a Twinkie and some cookies

Oh my god hi! You're back! I don't know if you remember it but it's Mikey.

Peter: hullo! What did you pack for lunch? -he bit a cookie and looked at her-

Oh my god she's back! It's been so long

Peter: -he sat down at one of the tables and took out his lunch. A Twinkie and some cookies-

Peter: icecream? I bet it's going to be poisoned. -he spat, but paused- but sure.

(Should we skip to lunch)

Peter: oof. -he got out and rubbed his side. He groaned. He was going to have to be in these chairs all year...

Peter: I have no idea really... -sighs and rubs his eyes-

Peter: -he winked, trying to be sexy as he was trying to casually slide out of the desk, only to remember that he was much to big for the desk, so he tried wriggling out instead-

Peter: -he passed a number to her and his address- here you go. -the bell rings-

Peter: -puffs out his chest too- cause I was raised that way hon. -puts his hands on his hips and pulls his shirt down- you don't like salty guys?

Peter: nah. Want to hang out with me after school? -he smiles and fiddles with his pencil-

(Yeah. I guess so. But I kinda like both Viski and peter to be salty) peter: -sighs- I guess you're right. Why are YOU still talking to me?

Peter: oof. Guess it's just me then. -he looked down and began working on his homework- do you have any plans tonight?

Peter: -shrugs- I'm bored what can I say? -looks at the knife she put away- was that meant for me?

Peter: sorry, but I ain't desperate enough to date you two. I'm just introducing myself

Peter: thanks. These desks are too small. It's a pretty tight fit for you too da? -he was embarrassed, so he hid his blush in his math notebook-

Peter: my deal is that I've been forced to be in contact with you two. I'm Piotr. -he leaned down and smiled almost pleasantly-

Teacher: hello class, get started on your math homework. Peter: -he leaned over to his backpack, but the desk moved with it- oof. Oh dear