I screamed, a smile stretching across my lips as I turned around, quietly closing my locker to reveal a very familiar black haired, pale blue eyed adult.
"Hale." I greeted with a shake of my head. "What are you doing here? I thought Derek had already had you kicked off campus before."
"Yeah, that was when I came to see him." He leaned closer to me as I slung my bag over my shoulder. "Today, I'm here to see you."
"And why's that?" I stood on the balls of my feet and kissed his cheek as a proper greeting. He smiled, although it did look more like a smirk.
"Because I want to take you out after school?" He shook his head with a confused smile, almost like his intentions had been very obvious. As a Senior in High school, it wasn't that weird since I was 18, and he was 21.
"Like, immediately after school?" He nodded. "You drove here?" He nodded again, although a little slower this time. "I've got a free period, so I'm done for the day." I stepped closer to him, gently taking his hands in mine and standing right in front of him, my lips a couple of inches from his as I stood on the balls of my feet. "How about we go now, before your nephew sees you here again." Peter lightly pressed his lips to mine, his left hand releasing mine and moving to rest on my jaw as he gently turned my head to deepened the kiss just that little bit. I returned it for a few seconds before pushing him away, smiling with a giggle.
"Come on." He grabbed my hand and quickly tugged me down the empty corridor towards the double doors.
"Peter!" I laughed as he pulled me out of the school building and towards his car.
"Where do you want to go?" He asked and I fell quiet, thinking it over.
"We could go where Derek won't find us?" He sent me a funny look before shaking his head and getting into the driver's seat.
"Oh, yeah? And where would that be?" I dropped into the passenger seat and shrugged, pulling the door closed and tossing my bag by my foot.
"Hm, my house? Wait, no, Paige is gonna home..." I bit my lip as he started the car.
"Derek has one class left today, he shares it with Paige." I smiled.
"My house it is then."
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I laughed, screaming in joy as Peter tackled me onto my bed, tickling my sides. Peter hovered above me as I lay below him with a soft smile. I carefully reached up, cupping his jaw as his eyes met mine. I watched in awe as they glistened a steel blue, I knew what it meant, I knew what he was, and I really didn't care. My other hand grabbed his shirt collar with a smirk crossing my lips as I sat up on my elbows to connect out lips quicker. My hand slipped from his shirt and slid over his shoulder. I felt him smile against my lips, moving a hand under my waist around my back and lifting me enough to shuffle me up so he could lift my leg, holding under my knee as he looped it around his waist. Peter pushed me down, so I wasn't on my elbows anymore, his fingertips gently brushing up and down my thigh. We heard the front door open, but chose to ignore it, thinking it would probably just be Paige coming home. There was a knock on my bedroom door, which was the cause of my boyfriend and I to pull apart. We shared a look. Mom was working, Dad was out of town, and Paige wouldn't know I was home this early since I usually stayed out after school...
I lowered my leg from Peter's waist and sat up, Peter moving to sit on the edge of my bed as I went and opened my door.
"Paige?" I asked as I pulled open my door, more than surprised to see her stood at my door. My shocked expression darkened when I saw Derek walk passed my door, behind my younger sister. "What's he doing here?"
"I-I didn't think you'd be home-"
"You know mom, nor dad, trust you with him here without me here. So why would thinking I'm not home, mean he could come over?"
"I-"
"Paige? Is everything okay..?" Derek's voice trailed off when he saw me stood at my own bedroom door, Peter getting up and coming over to me. He slipped one hand over my waist, lightly playing with the edge of my shirt as the forearm of his other arm was resting against the doorframe, a smirk painted on his lips.
"Derek."
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm seeing my girlfriend." Peter squeezed my waist, pulling me closer and into his chest, my back against him. "Now why are you here when you should be at home?" Derek's eyes moved back to me and then Paige, who looked back to him. "Wouldn't want me to go telling Thalia, right?" Derek shook his head. "Then go home, Derek."
