Two Worlds, One Story

THREE

Peter's POV

When I wake up, I remember I have a girlfriend. Even though I dreamt about her all night. I shuffle across the room to the bathroom. I look in the mirror. There's a sticky note right next to the cabinet, from my mom. It reads,

Peter,

I had to go into work early so I don't get to tell you in person, that after school you need to talk to the guidance counselor. She has some big news for you!

Love you sweetie,

Mom

Big news? What is she talking about? I'll find out at school. I can't wait to get there, I texted Lyla last night. I'm going to meet up with her before school in the parking lot. Oh no, it's 7:15! I only have 15 minutes to get to school, 5 to meet up with Lyla! I splash water in my face and rinse my mouth with mouthwash. I sprint across the room and put on an old t-shirt from a football game, a pair of blue jeans, and my sneakers. I rush down the stairs, grab my bag pack and run out to the truck. I throw my bag pack in the passenger seat and drive to school. I make it there just in time to meet Lyla. I see her waving at me from her car. I pull up next to her and jump out.

"Hey Lyla!" I kiss her on the cheek.

"Hey, call me Ly! Or something else, it doesn't really matter. Just anything but Lyla, it makes me sound girly!" I laugh a little. She climbs up on the tailgate of my truck and sits down. I climb up and sit next to her.

"Ok, then how about..." I jump down and walk in a circle, pretending I just saw her. "Hey babe!" I get back up on the tailgate to see her cute little face smiling, I just noticed she has dimples...perfect. She giggles and turns red. I kiss her lips softly and we kiss until the bell for first period rings. We break away, but I don't want to. We jump down off the tailgate and go inside. I walk her to her locker and kiss her cheek. She smiles and waves as she walks towards her first class. I miss her already.

Lyla's POV

School was boring, and I didn't get to see Peter at all. It was too rainy for softball practice so after school I just came home. I went straight to my room and pulled out my phone to call Peter. He picks up almost instantly.

"Hey..." Is his greeting, he has a worried tone which worries me.

"What's wrong?"

"I had a meeting with the guidance counselor, I got into an advanced program."

"Peter that's great!"

"The program is with Frederick High School, not Heflen High School. She said I'd be playing varsity baseball over there, and I'd be in a great academics program." I now understand his tone.

"Well, you have to do it. You may never get an opportunity like this again!"

"But I don't want to leave you. The schools are rivals, we wouldn't be able to be together anymore, and for what? A chance to get an academic scholarship to college? I can't do that Ly, I can't!"

"But you have to! You may never get this chance again, take it while it's here!" I can feel tears starting to swell in my eyes, making my vision blurry.

"I'm going to call the counselor later. I'm not sure about my decision yet, but I'll let you know when I figure it out." He hangs up. I fall face first into my pillow, trying not to sob. I don't, but my eyes do water. Like a trickling fountain, tears roll down my face. I don't want him to leave, but it's best for him. When you love osmething, you have to let it go...