Always and Forever, Lara and Peter

Finding the Truth

My mouth dropped at Kitty's response, just sitting there in utter shock. There was a few seconds of silence before Peter jumped in.

Peter sucked in his teeth, exhaling afterwards. "Yikes. Kiddo's going through puberty. Times are rough."

I turned around to face Peter, with my hands in my lap.

"What was that? I mean geez!" I inhaled and exhaled, shaking my head.

Peter smiled. His hand grazed over the back of my head, slowly putting it to his shoulder. He started to pat my hair gently, which oddly felt very relieving.
"I mean, can you blame her? Weren't you like that at one point?" He asked calmly. I sat up, a little offended somehow.
"Are you kidding me? Margot would've killed me if I dared to act like that!" I huffed, putting a hand on Peter's chest. He wheezed at my hand landing on his chest but shrugged.

"Well then- I was like that too. But I guess that shows how different everyone is." His finger touched my chin and tilted my head up to look up at him. "She'll come around soon.. I mean, I turned out fine right?" I giggled, biting my inner cheek.

"What's so funny?"
"You didn't turn out fine.. You're so self absorbed." A laughter left my mouth, feeling a tad bad I told him that. He frowned playfully, before laughing along. "You're not wrong." He winked. The laughter died down and silence filled the room before I spoke again.

"And it's weird seeing her like this, she's always so happy." I said, moving myself closer to him. Peter inhaled, nodding again. "It's weird for me too, but she'll come around soon." His arm left my shoulder, to visit his vibrating phone in his pocket.

"Shit.." He muttered, sitting up on the couch. I watched as his fingers rapidly touched his screen, texting back someone. Now that he sat up, I was now behind him. I tried to look over his shoulder to see the name, but he was hunched over.

"Covey, I've gotta go. I'm so sorry." He started to grab his coat and started to head towards the door. I sat there, just fiddling with my fingers at the sudden goodbye.
"Almost forgot!" He ran back inside and kissed my forehead, with a proud grin. "Love you Covey." My cheeks turned pink at the word "love".

I smiled. "Love you too Kavinsky." His smile grew even wider as he turned back again and ran out the door. "Text you later!" He yelled, nearly slamming the door in a rush.

I sighed, laying down on the couch. It's my first day back, and I'm already exhausted. But now I'm alone, which makes it even worse.

Now that I'm alone, I roll over on the couch so now I'm on my back. I texted Chris, of course. After texting for about an hour, she finally got the nerve to call me.

"Chrissy!"
"Lara Jean!" She practically yelled in my ear. I frowned, adjusting the volume of the phone and put my phone down, leaving it on speaker instead.

"Ouch."
"Sorry! I'm just bored out of my mind today." She said, yelling once again but this time, to yell over the music in the background.

"Don't worry, I am too."

"You can't be. Where's Kavinsky?"
"I don't know.. We were talking on the couch and all of a sudden he got a text. He texted back and left."

Chris started to cough, loudly. "WHAT? Are you kidding me? That jerkass! He just left you there like that?" I winced at her reaction, and even though she was on speaker, that voice still pierced my ears.
"Okay, not really?"
"Covey, what?" I can already see her frown.

"Well, the texting part is true-"
"Mhm, and then?" She said, cutting me off. The line became filled with her mouth chewing, full of doritos probably.

"When he was about to leave he ran back to me and said he forgot something. He kissed my forehead and we exchanged I love you's.. He said he would text me later and THEN he officially left." The word "Then" was sounded out as exaggerated, tired.

The line was silent, not even chips being chewed could be heard.

Chris sucked in her teeth, exhaling as she munched on another chip. "God damn Lara. Looks like you got yourself a mystery.. And we must solve!" She said triumphantly.

I burst out laughing over the line, shaking my head at what she just said.
"Chrissy, I don't think it's that serious."
"But I think it is."
"But I don't."
"Okay but I'm your best friend. I should be looking out for you."
"Okay, but I'm his girlfriend."

"Fine you win! But I swear if I find some dirt on Kavinsky, you owe me ten bucks. That's enough to feed me lunch. Better yet, you buy me lunch! We won't be seeing each other for long before you go back to UNC."

"Fine. But I doubt that. Highly." I say with a smirk on my face. "If you don't find dirt on him within 24 hours, you owe me lunch."

"Damn Covey, okay geez. It's a deal."
"Mhm, it's a real deal for sure." I giggled.

"Oh shoot.." Chris mumbled.
"Chrissy?"
"I've gotta go Lara Jean.." She said, with a worried tone.

"What? Chrissy are you okay?" I started to panic, sitting up on the couch.

"Yeah, I've gotta go," She paused. "TO FIND DIRT ON KAVINSKY! See ya Lara!" She hung up even before I could get a chance to say something.

Darn it. What if there really was "dirt" on him though? What would I even do? I shuddered, imagining the thought of Peter making out with Genevieve again on some fancy couch and fresh wood floors.

Finally, my phone vibrated. Maybe there's still hope. I slowly turned on the power button with two notifications from "PK". Thank goodness.

I gave up trying to wait to read the text, but I couldn't. I opened up the message to see:

6:45 pm>PK

heyy i got here! sorry mom told me last minute to help at Owen's party.

I frowned at the message. Something's off.

6:55 pm>PK

love u covey. ❤️

I started to type out a response, before Chris messaged me.

7:12 pm >Chrissy

CHECK ANONYBITCH INSTAGRAM

7:13 pm >Chrissy

LIKE RN. HURRY B4 IT GETS REMOVED

What? I exited out of my messaging app and logged onto Instagram. Deeply inhaling, I searched up "Anonybitch". I haven't been here in a while, ever since the hot tub video, even though this is where all the gossip is.

I gasped at the first post, the most recent post. I clicked on the picture, zooming through the caption.

It was a picture of Peter and Genevieve at a place I've never seen before. Since it was a slideshow, the next picture was a picture of Peter, and Genevieve smiling and John could be seen in the background just cooking. I stared at the picture for a bit, trying to see where they were. I ended up just reading the caption.

Someone's leaking Genevieve's private snapchat ;)). What's these three up to at Gen's lakehouse? Where's goody Lara Jean? *thinking emoji* #privatesnapchat #rumors

I sat there, with utter disappointment plastered all over my face. I couldn't believe it. If he had made up an excuse to go with Genevieve, what more could he be doing at college. My head started spinning about all the possible "what ifs" that he could be doing.

I opened up my messages and pulled up Peter's contact.

7:18 pm<to PK

???

7:18 pm<PK

check anonybitch ig.

I stared at the message for a bit, before deleting it.