thief | peter kavinsky

fifteen

Peter Kavinsky

I toss my phone next to me on my bed and sigh. I had to break up with Lara Jean sooner or later, I can't keep stalling with this. I didn't want to face the reality of the fact that she cheated on me.

I remember the night at the beach and how I felt when I saw her and Sanderson together. That disgusting kid touching my girlfriend like that. Who does he think he is compared to me? Does he know who I am, I'm fucking Peter Kavinsky.

Then I remember Dylan. How she comforted and consoled me. I don't know what was going through my head that night, but when she held me I felt like everything in the world was right. Even yesterday, she made me feel better. She made me feel like I could fly.

I noticed that she did that a lot to me when I was with her. Lately, I can't stop thinking about her. I was a bit delusional yesterday so I'm not sure why I told her that I loved her. I'm not even certain that I do. But I'm also not certain that I don't.

I couldn't wrap my head around how my feelings could develop for someone this rapidly. Was I just a sucker for love? Maybe I think I love her because she helped me in my time of need, when I didn't have Lara Jean by my side.

I do know for sure that I have feelings for Dylan. I knew that ever since I hopped in her room through her window. But to go as far as saying that I love her. . . it's a little much. Or maybe it's not. I'm not completely sure on any of this.

Then with the ski trip coming up in literally two days, and I haven't broken up with Lara Jean. She probably thinks we're still going together. Of course she does, because I haven't broken up with her yet. She'd probably fuck Sanderson on the trip, anyway.

I grab my phone and text Lara Jean,

I know you're cheating on me. It's over, Covey. You broke my heart. You broke your promise.

I stare at the text, biting my lip. I shouldn't do this over text, should I? That would be a jerk thing for me to do. I mentally slap myself, she cheated on you. That's the jerk thing to do.

I send the message, my heart beating so fast that I couldn't hear anything around me. In an instant, texts flood my phone from Lara Jean. She's calling me, texting me. Tears brim my eyes– she meant so much to me. Why would she do this to me?

I ignored Lara Jean as much as I could but I know myself. I'm a sucker, if I'm alone I'd give up and forgive her. So I open the Phone Call app, my thumb hovering over Dylan's name.

I press it, and it doesn't take long for her to answer.

"What's up?"

I instantly calm down at the sound of her voice. She always knew how to make me feel better, how can she do it so effortlessly? She doesn't even know when she does it. Like if I'm secretly freaking out over something, and then she smiles and it's like I have nothing to worry about.