"Hey, what the heck?" you say, storming over to Peter and socking him in the gut. He doubles over, coughing and backing up.
"You're lucky I got out of the shower in time," you growl, glaring at him, "or there'd be much worse than-"
"You idiot," Peter seethes, glaring up at you, clutching his stomach. "You idiot, Amity, I was stopping him from-"
You scoff.
"It's true!" Peter shouts, then whirls back to making his bed. "Did you seriously think you coming out of the bathroom would stop him? If I wanted him to do it, believe me, he would have done it."
You can't think of anything to say. It doesn't look like he's lying, which is the worst part.
"Oh," you say lamely. "Well. Then that was for Tris, then, I guess."
Peter gives you an exasperated look, throwing the pillow on his bed and stalking away.
"Good grief, Amity," he mutters, shoving you as he walks away.
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