thief | peter kavinsky

sixteen

The ski trip is today, and I want to ditch. Just to be away from all the drama and boys for a couple of days. Then my life can go on being a complete shit show. But I already paid and I didn't want my parents to waste that money.

I clutch on to my suitcase handle as I stare at the bus. I didn't want to move and get on the bus because then it would be real. I'd be spending the weekend with Peter and Cody both.

I was very late so everybody was already on the bus. Before it can leave without me I hop into the bus and give the bus driver my permission slip. I look around the bus and realize that everybody is looking at me. If looks could kill Lara Jean would have me dead in seconds. I heard that they had a really rough break up and that Lara Jean denied any acts of cheating when we clearly saw it in broad. . . night light.

I clear my throat and walk down the isle looking for Cody. When I spot him he's already sitting next to another girl. He sees me, "Dyl! You're so late, I thought you weren't coming."

"I'm here." I say, but the girl doesn't budge.

I get the message and begin walking away. He tries to call after me but words don't leave his mouth. I understood, though, I was late. He couldn't have waited a few minutes for me, right? Already a great start to the trip.

I make my way to the back of the bus where I see Peter. He's sitting alone in a two seater, and he's sleeping. I smile at the sight of him– he looks better. I take a seat next to him and place his head on my lap, playing with his hair.

I look up and see literally everyone staring at us. I quickly glance back down at Peter and hold my breath. Was Peter this popular?

The bus driver begins to drive and everybody looks away. I take a sigh of relief, but then panic when I don't see Summer. Would I have to go through all of this alone?

❀

We stop at the humongous cabin and Peter is still sleeping soundly on my lap. I push back his hair to get a good look at his face. It reminds me of the night at the beach. How his lips felt against mine.

I shook him lightly to wake him up. He yawns and rubs his eyes, sitting up from my lap. He turns towards me and his eyes widen, "Dylan."

"Peter." I smile and unbuckle myself, "You took a long nap."

"Did I sleep on your lap?" His cheeks turn red again and he laughs nervously.

I tell him yes and explain to him how adorable he looked laying on my lap as we get off the bus. He's telling me to stop calling him adorable when he gets hit in the face with what seems like a condom. I cover my mouth with my hand to stop me from laughing.

He picks it up from the floor, looks at me, and puts it in his back pocket. My eyes widen at the action and I don't get to say a word before he grabs my arm and pulls me to where we get our room cards.