I toss back and forth on the rough, uncomfortable material of the couch. I try to keep my eyes shut but they flutter open, my body begging me to get off of this unforgiving couch. But I had to stay here and wait for Peter to finish.
I felt bad for just leaving him alone out there. Plus, what if he and Lara Jean talked? And this may be a stretch, but what about Gen? It may be jealousy making me overthink, but I didn't care. So I remained on the couch.
When the door opened I glanced up and saw Peter walking inside the cabin, snowy. I hopped off the couch, stretched my back and jogged over to him. I hopped in front of him and smiled, trying to gain his sympathy.
"How was it?" I asked.
"Fine." He walked passed me and trudged up the stairs.
So now he's mad at me, well, isn't that perfect.
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I lay in the hot tub at two a.m. It was a bit hard- sneaking out and trying to avoid the chaperones- but I made it out without a scratch. I sink in deeper, and deeper. I never wanted to leave this hot tub, I wanted to stay forever. There's no drama or boys in this hot tub. There's no Peter.
"Damn, that took way too long. How'd you get out so easily?"
Never mind.
I glance over at Peter, who's standing awkwardly near the tub. I turn my head back to the pool and sway a bit, playing with my fingers. There was no way he was already over the fight. There wasn't even a fight, he just got mad for no reason. And now I'm mad.
"What do you want?" I ask.
Peter, instead of answering me, pulls his shirt over his head and begins to make his way into the tub. I try and avoid his figure, not wanting his body to swoon me into forgiving him. Not this time, not this time Peter.
"I'm sorry I got angry." He sighs, allowing himself into the tub and laying across from me. "You do that."
"I do that?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
He shakes his head, "Not in a bad way. I mean–" He sighs, "I'm trying, Dyl. I'm really trying."
My heart did a backflip at his voice. He called me Dyl for this first time, only Cody calls me that. Only Cody is allowed to call me that. Why does it sound better coming from Peter's voice? Ugh, I could drown in Peter's voice.
"I don't understand."
He slapped the water, "Like this. You act so dense but you know exactly what you're doing."
"I actually don't." I actually do.
"Nevermin–"
"Tell me." I snap.
He glances up at me and sighs, "You won't let me be with you."
"You said that already." I say, still not understanding the sentence.
"It's like you're embarrassed to be with me." He tries not to raise his voice.
"I'm not." I try to stay calm.
"Do you not like me?" He asks, and before I can answer he interrupts me, "Not like that. But, do you like me like me. You know, like me."
"We're in kindergarten now?"
Peter groans, frustrated, "Answer the question."
I shrug, "I dunno. Do you like me?"
"Yes!" He yells, then immediately covering his mouth, trying not to alert the chaperones.
I nod slowly, staring at the pool. I don't want to look at his face, I'd fall into his stupid trap. "I don't know."
Peter gets up and I think that he's about to leave the tub because of me. Instead, he begins to make his way over to me. I try and back up but I'm already at the edge. If I go any farther, I'll fall out. Which at this point sounds like a good plan.
Peter grabbed my face and I froze. I couldn't move for some reason. Was it my brain trying to tell me something? Or am I just being horny right now? Fuck.
I look up at Peter's beautiful brown eyes, they literally glimmer. He looked so innocent, so small. At this moment I knew exactly how I felt. And I was ready, I was ready for him.
"Shit."
Peter backs up and takes his hands away from my now cold cheek. He runs a hand through his hair and jumps out the pool, quickly grabbing his towel.
"Wh–"
"Too familiar. It's too. . ." He didn't finish the sentence before he dashed inside the cabin.
So I sat there alone, left with my thoughts. And that was not a good thing.
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Fanfiction"he stole something of mine!" "what?" "my heart." "oh for fuck's sake" in which a sarcastic teenage girl gets her heart stolen by the sweet jock that she ran over. PETER KAVINSKY | TATBILB