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You were standing by your locker, books and papers messily arranged as you grabbed the stuff you would need for 1st period.
Down the hall, Peter Kavinsky was walking along beside his lacrosse team, laughing and joking about the party from the weekend.
You and Peter had been partnered up for a English project at the start of the year and this caused you to form an unlikely friendship.
You didn't hang out outside of school but you would consider Peter someone you could wave at in the halls or chat to briefly. This made the fattt (cross out) tiny crush you had on him a pain in the fricking ass.
You weren't proper friends so in your mind you had no chance with Peter Kavinsky. Peter, on the other hand, thought you were one of the coolest and nicest people he had ever met and looked forward to seeing your face everyday.
Of course you were completely oblivious to this fact because from your point of view Peter Grant Kavinsky was way out of your fricking league.
Peter noticed you sorting through your locker, admiring the cute red skirt and white top you had picked out for that day.
He grinned as he saw your furrowed eyebrows, concentrating on finding your chemistry textbook. Peter had zoned out from his teammates conversation, his focus trained on you.
"Urm ill uh see you guys later." He said absent-mindedly, already making his way over to you. The lacrosse team looked at him confused, shaking their heads until they noticed where he was headed and their puzzled looks were replaced with knowing smirks before they walked round the corner.
"Hey Y/L/N." You heard a voice say and looked up to see a mop of curly brown hair, recognising it instantly as Peter Kavinsky.
"Oh hey Peter." You said back, wondering why he was leaning on the lockers next to yours. "Wanna walk to chemistry together?"
Peter asked, his eyes watching your face with a wide smile.
"Oh... yeah sure." You replied, confused why he wanted to walk with you when he had other friends in the class.
Peter grinned, making your face heat up a little. "I just got to uh find this textbook and then we can go." You said slowly, huffing with frustration as you couldn't seem to locate it anywhere.
Peter nodded, leaning on the worn locker next to yours, enjoying watching your annoyed face which he thought was adorable.
He glanced into your locker and noticed a green corner poking out from the middle of the papers and books and he leaned in past you, pulling it out carefully.
"There you go." Peter said, handing you the green textbook. "Ah, thanks Kavinsky."
You frowned, trying to think how you could miss that. "No worries." He returned as you packed the book into your backpack.
You looked up at him with a bright smile after closing your locker and Peter felt his stomach flip.
"So how was your weekend?" Peter questioned as you started to walk slowly down the hall, brushing past yawning students.
"Alright, my sister broke the couch though." You said, making Peter widen his eyes at you. "Wait what? How?" You chuckled and dodged a teacher carrying a pile of books, pressing yourself into Peter's side accidentally.
"Uh sorry." You said before returning the slight distance between you.
"Basically she was trying to train Milo (your dog) to army crawl and she was running along the couch and then she jumped off the arm and it cracked."
Peter laughed beside you, making your heart flutter at his chuckles.
You beamed, too distracted to notice the boy in front of you as you turned the corner. "Oof." You groaned as he collided into you and you felt your top start to spread with wetness. You looked down to see the boy had spilt coffee all over your white shirt, leaving a large brown stain. "Oh jeez dude I'm so sorry.
" The boy in front of you said. You shook your head, "uh its okay I'll go clean it up."
The boy gave you a sorrowful look before walking away, leaving you beside Peter with coffee starting to soak your chest.
"I'm gonna go clean myself up Peter, I'll see you in chem." You said, walking in the direction of the toilets.
"Woah woah woah, no wait I'll help you." He blurted out, following after you in the corridor.
You gratefully smiled at him and walked to the girls toilets, "Uh Kavinsky you might wanna wait outside." Peter smirked placing a hand on the door .
"Nah I'll come in I've been in here before." You made a disgusted face at him, "Creep." Peter chuckled and followed you through into the thankfully deserted bathroom,
"it's not like I spy on girls in here." You raised your eyebrows at him, "righhttt." Peter shoved you playfully and grinned .
"piss off y/l/n." You cheekily smiled at him and walked into one of the toilets, grabbing some loo roll before walking back to the row of sinks Peter was standing beside.
You turned the tap on and wet the paper slightly before trying to dab off the coffee stain, managing to draw out some of the brown smudge.
You continued to furiously dab the splodge but it wouldn't budge, leaving you with a watery brown stain spread across your chest and stomach.
"Great." You said sarcastically, pulling your shirt out slightly as you wiped at it.
"Here." Peter said, reaching out to you with another wad of wet tissue, placing a hand on your lower back as he gently tried to sponge up the stain on your stomach.
"Tryna cop a feel Kavinsky?" You teased, trying to disguise the rapid beating of your heart as he touched you softly. Peter blushed and you grinned, rubbing at the stain going over your boobs.
"What? No no no." He said, releasing his hands from you. "I'm joking Pete."
He seemed to relax a little when you said that, his lips tugging into a smile, "You're mean."
You beamed and wet the tissue again, "You're the one who was tryna touch my boobs." Peter rolled his eyes, discarding the pile of mangled tissues in the bin,
"You're impossible y/l/n." You chuckled and looked back in the mirror, sighing when you looked at the lighter brown stain still visible on the front of your shirt.
"Urgh this isnt coming off. I'll have to go to lost property for a new shirt.
" You said grumpily, the clothes in lost property hadn't been washed in years and mainly consisted of pe shirts from 20 years ago. Lovely.
Peter raised his eyebrows at you, obviously questioning your plan for a lost property outfit. You sighed and looked in the mirror again, there was no way you could continue wearing this shirt.
"Yeah I know lost property is grim but what other choice do I have?" You said, washing your hands of coffee juice.
"You could wear my hoodie." Peter suggested and you scoffed, "No you'll be cold." Peter shook his head at your refusal, his mind racing with thoughts of you in his hoodie and how cute you would look.
"Nah I'll be alright, I'd rather you wear this than some smelly shirt y/l/n." Peter replied, already taking his hoodie off.
You laugh and watch as he pulls the navy hoodie off his body, shirt lifting up as he did and revealing his toned abs and waist.
You feel your face heat up and quickly look away from him. You look back to Peter again as he hands you the shirt, a knowing smirk on his stupidly gorgeous face.
"Thanks." You say, feeling the soft fabric of the hoodie. "Urm I'm gonna need to take my shirt off." You announce, looking into Peter's chocolate eyes.
At once he flushes and his eyes go a little wide, "Oh yeah uh right." He turns round to face the wall and you quickly peel your sticky shirt off, putting it on the edge of the sink before you pull Peter's hoodie over your bra.
"All good." You say and he turns back around, an large grin instantly filling his face. Peter's stomach flips at the sight of you, his sleeves passing your fingers slightly.
"Peter this is huge!" You laugh, putting your arms out to show him. He chuckles and shrugs,
"You look cute." At once you blush and to hide your burning face you turn to the mirror to try and tuck the front in somehow.
That's when you notice the large white lettering on the back. "Peter." You say, looking at him from the mirror. He hums in acknowledgement, looking up at you.
"This has your surname on the back." Peter pretends to look round as if he didn't know and then gives you the biggest cheeky grin, "oh yeah."
"Dude I cant wear this, people will think it's weird!" You said, worrying about the rumours that would spread round school. Peter picked up your shirt, folding it neatly,
"well it's either my comfy hoodie or some sweaty shirt." You huffed and tugged on the sleeves slightly, "Ugh I'll wear this. Thanks Peter."
You said and he smiled at you, leaning against the wall now. "Can I have my shirt now?" You asked, seeing that Peter had it tucked in his hand. "I have a plastic bag in my locker we can get it after 2nd period.
" He replied and you dropped your outstretched hand, chuckling, "so you're gonna carry my shirt round all morning?"
Peter grinned and nodded, "yep." You roll your eyes playfully at him and reach for your backpack in the corner.
When you sling it on your shoulders and look up, you see peter has his phone out and is taking photos of you. You frown and stick your bottom lip out slightly, reaching for his phone, "Stopppp."
Peter chuckles and takes one more photo before tucking his phone back into his pocket. "Come on or we'll be late." He speaks up and the bell rings for class seconds later.
You follow him out of the bathroom, walking quickly to chem.
You both scoot into the class just in time, the teacher arriving mere seconds later. Sitting down in your seat, you glance to Lara Jean beside you.
"What?" You ask, confused why she had her eyebrows raised at you and a smirk on her lips. "Whos hoodie is that y/n, you smell like man." She replies, leaning in to smell you again. "Peter Kavinsky's." You whisper back, taking out your notebook and pencil case.
"Wait what?!" Lara Jean says loudly, making a few people turn to look at her. "Sshhh, i know i know,"
you say in reply to her shocked face, "some guy spilt coffee on my shirt this morning and Peter gave me his hoodie so I didn't have to wear a lost property shirt."
Lara Jean looked at you sceptically, not convinced of Peter's motive to help you at all.
She couldn't count the number of times Peter had come up to her or texted her asking if you were going to a party or the game or if you fancied anyone.
"Sureeee." LJ replied, "I think he just fancies you." You scoffed and chuckled,
"no he doesn't Lara Jean, he was just being kind." She gave you a look which said 'really?' before turning back to her work.
A few seconds later when you thought you had finally escaped her teasing words she spoke up as she absent mindedly copied a table from the textbook,
"yeah that's why he hasn't stopped looking at you since you came in together."
At once, you whipped your head around to see Peter looking at you directly, his pen tucked behind his ear and chin resting on his hand.
You noticed your white shirt neatly placed on the corner of his lab desk. He grinned at you which made you shake your head, a small smile tugging at your lips.
Peter sighed as he watched you turn back, loving the way his surname looked across your back, wishing he could see you in his hoodies everyday. "That doesn't mean anything."
You whispered, not believing Lara Jean's words at all.
The rest of the day passed by ever so slowly and you were exhausted by the time you and Lara Jean reached her car.
You were having movie night with her and Kitty this evening so she was driving you three home.
"Gen's making evil eyes at me across the parking lot." You speak up, leaning on the side of LJ's car while you waited for Kitty.
Lara Jean turned round to see Gen standing by the school entrance with some of her friends, watching you with a large scowl on her face.
She burst out laughing, turning to her car and unlocking it when she noticed Kitty coming across the parking lot,
"Yeah cos she's jealous that Kavinsky has the fattest crush on you." You rolled your eyes at her comment, "Peter doesn't like me Lara Jean."
"Yes he does." You hear a voice say and turn back around to see Kitty beaming widely at you,
"Nice hoodie you have there y/n, i really like the lettering on the back."
You narrow your eyes at her and she grins wider, cheekily scooting inside the backseats before you could attack her.
You sighed and walked round to the passenger side, buckling in and putting your bag on the floor by your feet.
"Oh crap." You say as LJ pulls onto the main road, "I forgot to give him the hoodie back and he still has my shirt."
Kitty bursts out laughing, making you whip round to her, scowling immensely. "Just text him saying you'll give it back to him tomorrow and i'm sure he'll do the same."
LJ said, glancing at you with a smirk on her face in the front mirror. You nod and pull your phone out, scrolling down to Peter's contact and texting him .
'sorry kavinsky, is it okay if i give you back your hoodie tomorrow once ive washed it?' A few minutes later, you get a reply,
'yup, same for your shirt.'
A second later another text comes through, 'see you tomorrow y/l/n' with a smiley face. You grinned to yourself and listen to the music playing out the car's radio.
The following morning, you walk nervously to find Peter, his hoodie folded neatly in your hand after it got washed last night.
You spot him standing with Greg by his locker, his hair messy from early morning practice. You smile fondly and walk over to the pair, smoothing out your striped pants. "Oh hey y/n!" Greg says, leaning alongisde Peter's locker.
"Morning Greg, sorry I just came to give Peter his hoodie back." Peter turns to you, a wide smile on his face. "Thanks for letting me borrow it yesterday Kavinsky."
You say, handing him the soft hoodie back somewhat reluctantly.
"No worries, here's your shirt back, my mum managed to get the coffee stain out."
You grin at him and your face heats up slightly from Peter's warm gaze. "Oh thanks!" You reply, taking your now clean shirt back.
"You know I think you look better in my hoodies." Peter says, tucking his hoodie into his locker and cheekily grinning at you, referencing to the white sweater you are wearing.
"Shove off Kavinsky, you're lucky your cute."
You retort back, heart hammering and completely oblivious to Greg's amused face watching the both of you gaze longingly at each other.
You spot Lara Jean and Chris in the hall ahead so turn to walk away, smiling at Peter and Greg,
"See you later Kavinsky." Peter gives you a nod and a cheeky smirk, watching as you walk away.
"Dude you're so whipped." Greg states, looking at Peter's love filled face. "Yeh i know." Peter replies, leaning back against his locker, his eyes trained on you.