darling, this is our story

chapter eleven

     A month later...

     Peter and I have been taking it slow these past few weeks. Everyday we've become closer and closer. I'm happy. I'm finally happy.

     I am still working on loving myself, but being with Peter is making it easier. He tells me how much I mean to him and every morning at school he will tell me little things he loves about me.

     I love how your eyes sparkle. I love how happy you get when you see elder couples holding hands. I love seeing how frustrated you get when you can't open something then ask me to. I love how excited you get when you're served food.

     Peter's words travel through my head, bringing a smile to my face. I am so lucky to have him.

                                     ——

     It was Thursday morning; I was on my way to school. I took my normal route. Sometimes I would take the long route if I left earlier, which is through the city.

     Once I got to the school, I went to my locker. As I put up and get books, I also wait for Peter. As I waited for Peter I looked at the pictures of us in my locker. There was one where we went to get ice cream and I had put ice cream on his nose, he then did it back to me. We both had a laugh and then decided to take a picture. We were both smiling with ice cream on our noses.

     Peter then came from behind me and gave me a hug.

     "Hi, darling." Peter said.

     "Well hey there." I said.

     "Are you ready to go to class?" Peter said.

     "Yeah, let's go.." I said, while interlocking our fingers.

     We then made our way to Mr. Harrington's class. When we arrived, we took our usual seats. Which was next to each other. After a few minutes, here finally came Mr. Harrington with some news.

     "Good morning class.. I know I had announced we had a new student earlier this year, but we have another. Everyone, this is Brent Howard." Mr. Harrington said. My heart then dropped once again.

     As he walked in, all the memories that I was trying to bury all rushed back. Why was he here? This is supposed to be a better start, away from him. He stood at the front of the class next to Mr. Harrington, scheming the classroom. Then I see his eyes set on me. He then gave a small grin and a wink. I could feel my stomach turning and my skin going pale. I felt disgusted.

     "Will you tell us a little about yourself Mr. Howard?" Mr. Harrington said.

     "Well. I moved from Phoenix, Arizona and I play football." Brent said.

     "Oh do you know Ms. Y/L/N? She also moved here from Phoenix." Mr. Harrington said.

     "Yes. I think I do." Brent said.

     "Well that's nice, take a seat please." Mr. Harrington said.

     He then made his way to a seat.

     I feel Peter's eyes on me, as I try and cool myself. Not a minute later, Peter questions me.

     "Y/N, are you okay?" Peter asked, I assume, referring to my pale skin.

     "I-I have to use the restroom." I said.

     I then rushed out the classroom door. I hear Mr. Harrington question me but I've already made it out. I run to the restroom, feeling what is about to come up. I make it to a stall and in no time to close the stall, I throw up. As I unpleasantly throw up, I hear someone come in. I start to feel embarrassed. As I finish up, I stand up and control my breathing. I then hear a voice from behind me.