Possessive Rich Bully

Chapter 7 (Pt. 2)

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Astoria

"Glad you made it. I wouldn't have been able to go through these three days without thinking about you." A chuffed-looking Peter smiled at me.

I returned his smile. I was downright ecstatic that I somehow made it with so many hurdles my way. I was not ecstatic when Ms. Priscilla scolded me for my tardiness for a good chunk of time. When she was done, she handed my room-key and the trip schedule not without sending a warning glare my way and then returning to sort out her work plate.

"After that earful I got, I don't think I'll ever be late for anything," I scoffed. "I thought she was going to kick out for a second."

"Not on my watch." My eyes snapped to his face, his face was dead serious, I found it cute. "I-I mean, I would've led a good defence for you," he added, when he saw me staring at him. My eyes softened at him. He was really sweet at times.

"So what's your room number?" He asked, playfully raking a hand through his chestnut strands. I handed him the key, and he inspected it. "Bummer, we are on different floors."

I cocked an eyebrow at him, putting a hand on him. I didn't think he realized he thought out loud.

Again, flustered, he reworded. "I mean, you're on the 10th floor and I am on the 5th floor. Talk about the difference."

"Right."

"At least, the school wasn't lazy on the trip budget. The hotel is top-notch, isn't it?" I nodded in agreement.

Ms. Priscilla had booked a five-star hotel, no less. The money that the trust fund students bought in was wasted on travelling expenses. Well, I could at least enjoy the comfort of luxury.

Peter stood next me as I sorted out my stuff. In fact, he didn't leave my side at all. He turned a blindeye to my protests and took hold of my heavy duffel bag all the way to the hotel suite.

"Ring me if you need anything and read the schedule, we are to leave in around two hours for a first destination," he reminded me. "You don't want another one of that awful lecture, believe me." He scratched his neck and bit his lip.

"I won't be late, I promise," I smiled at him. "I'll call you when I am ready. We'll go together?" I asked.

"Yeah, sounds great."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye." He slowly backed away and I closed the door after waving at him one last time.

I leaned behind the closed door, a wave of sadness surged through me. I had such a sweet, sweet boy who wanted nothing more than to be more than a friend to me. He was good at disguising his feelings well. I felt terrible for not feeling anything for him other than plain platonic love and admiration.

I liked Peter, but not enough to consider being in a relationship with him. On the other hand, I was sure he was in love with me.

Drama free life wasn't in my destiny, I guess.