thief | peter kavinsky

two

"Sesame Street? I didn't gauge you as that sort of girl, O'Connor."

I would've never thought that I'd be sitting here, in the middle of my bathroom, putting a Sesame Street bandaid on Peter Kavinsky's elbow. He chuckled as I placed it over his scab and threw out the left over plastic.

Dusting off my hands, I put away the alcohol and bandaid box. I stood up and looked over at the boy staring at the bandaid on his arm. Peter Kavinsky. Goofy, dense-minded Kavinsky.

"You're welcome." I added, shaking my head and began walking away.

He laughed and stood up from the toilet seat. He followed me over towards the kitchen and took a seat on one of the stools. I didn't know why he was getting so comfortable in my house when he just came over to get fixed up. Was he getting the wrong idea?

"Uh, Kavinsky?"

"Hmm?" He mumbled, glancing at the pictures scattered all over my house.

"You moving in?" I chuckled, sitting down on the stool next to him.

He looked over at me with that devilish smirk. The infamous Kavinsky smirk, ten out of ten times it made a sane girl swoon, but I kept my stand. I was not about to become one of them.

"You aren't going to feed me?" He said, "I mean, you did run me over with a bike."

I groaned at him and tugged at his surprisingly brolic arm. He laughed as I pulled him all the way over to the front door. I was getting paranoid and started to worry about one of my parents coming home early and seeing a boy leave the house when I was here alone.

"Goodbye Kavinsky." I eagerly said, gesturing him to leave.

"C'mon, you run me over with your bike and the most you could do is give me a bandaid?" He gave me that swoon-y look again and I almost broke.

"I don't think your girlfriend would like it if you were at another girl's house." I knew that it would shut him up, so I took the brave path and said it.

He nodded slowly at his defeat. Making his way outside the door, I leaned against it to make sure he was gone.

"Goodbye O'Conner." He smiled.

"See you later, ass-wipe." I shut the door and fell against it, letting out the huge knot that I held in my chest.

"Heard that!" He yelled from outside, making me chuckle.

Well, that was definitely an experience.

❀

I lay on my bed scrolling through my useless, various social media accounts. I was usually working on a song or mindlessly singing and annoying the hell out of my family, but I was too busy stalking Cody's instagram.

I got a text message from Summer asking if she could come over. Normally, Summer would just show up at my house with no warning. My parents were used to it, she was literally another daughter to them.

As I sent the message to her, I got an Instagram dm. I thought that it was Summer again, being annoying and asking on every one of my social media's. When I checked my dm's it was none other than Peter Kavinsky.

'The bandaid fell off ): I miss Elmo and Big Bird.'

There was no possible way that Peter was texting me right now. A few hours ago he didn't even know I existed. Or did he? He knew me by my last name but I doubted he knew my first name.

I chewed at my nail as I thought about it. I was invisible at school, the only way people knew of me was because of Cody. They knew me as 'Cody's girl friend, with a space in between.' I was in two of Peter's classes, but then again, I went to every one of Cody's games and gave him Gatorade afterwards.

It wasn't enough for Peter Kavinsky to know who I was, nevertheless my name. The only reason could be because of the classes we have together, right? Yeah, that's the only reason.

'Then get a new one loser'

I replied, chuckling and throwing my phone next to me on the bed. I shut off the lights and lay in bed, thinking about everything and everyone. But mostly Peter. The one person that I swore I would never obsess over was the only person I could think of. He swarmed my thoughts like a pesky, beautiful fly.

I was quick to grab my phone when it buzzed next to me. It was from Summer.

'Never mind cant make it sorry babe'

I put my phone back and sighed, disappointed. Not because she couldn't come, but because the text wasn't from Peter.