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I shouldn't be upset. Peter doesn't mean anything to me, he can screw whoever he wants, in my opinion Madison is just damaged goods.
Why did I feel so angered? I did not like him in that way. Not up until Friday, that is. Was it cause he comforted me? Did I over think what happened between us? No, something had to have been there in that moment.
"Cas," a hand touched my back, causing me to stop walking. "Just listen to me, okay?"
I whipped around and crossed my arms, "I'm waiting."
"First off, why are you so jealous?" He raised an eyebrow.
Blood rushed to my cheeks, "I'm not." I straightened out.
"Whatever." He rolled his eyes jokingly but my face stayed the same. "Second thing is, nothing went on with Madison and I, Friday. I have no clue what she's talking about."
I relaxed my shoulders and quietly said, "Oh."
"So listen, I was thinking, we should hang out sometime."
"That'd be great!" I said on instant. Tone it down, Cassandra.
Peter smiled beamingly and said, "I'll pick you up tonight at six."
"It's a school night, though?" Did you really just say that.
"Did you really just say that?" Peter laughed.
"Ehh." I have an awkward smile.
"It's cool, you'll be back just before your bedtime." He joked.
"Wait, how do you know where I live?" I squinted my eyes.
"I took you home Friday night, remember?"
Oh. "Oh."
"Tonight, six, you and me." Peter began walking away as they dismissed the soccer players to the busses.
I nodded until he was out of sight.
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