EXILE ✸ Peter Parker

Three.

THREE !
( revelations ) 

             "DID YOU EVER SEE THE guidance counselor like I told you to?" My sister, Kate, asked me from behind the counter in the center of the kitchen.  

I sighed, shifting my weight against the counter.

"Yes." I lie.

Kate crossed her arms, her eyebrows arching as she looked at me expectantly."So, what did the guidance counselor say?"

She can see right through me, through my lies. She always had. I swallowed down the rest of my orange juice glass and shrugged, allowing another lie slip through my lips. "Not much. Just that I should see someone more qualified."

Kate arched her brow. "Oh yeah? So if I set up an appointment with Dr. Adams down on 41st you'd see her?" 

I contemplated rolling my eyes, grabbing my bag and walking out, maybe if I just left it alone, she'd stop pestering me. I sighed. The last thing I wanted to do was see a therapist; one that would tell me the exact thing the doctors have been saying since I was eleven. "Do whatever you want, Kate. I don't give a shit." 

A prideful smile made its way on her lips, though, she hid it with her cup of coffee. In which, her husband, Will, grabbed from her as he slithered his arm around her waist and took a sip of his own from it. 

I suddenly felt uncomfortable. So uneasy beyond comprehension. Each time I watched him smile, watched him kiss my sister, I'd feel my fists clench and all I wanted was to punch the stupid smug look off his face. 

It'd make me wonder how someone so horrible could end up with someone as kind as Kate. How he could end up with anyone, happy.

"Amelia's waking up." He said, his lips pressing against her cheek, and although my entire body tenses, I unclench my jaw. 

I sling my backpack over my shoulder and begin walking toward the door of the apartment. "That's my cue to leave." 

Kate hummed, then slid out of her husband's arms as she grabbed a brown paper bag off the counter and handed it to me. "You can't forget your lunch." 

She beamed, and I grabbed the bag, my fist unclenching with it as the bag ruffles beneath my touch. 

She places a hand on my shoulder and it sends a shiver down my spine, bringing my eyes to meet hers. "Talk to the guidance counselor. For real this time." 

She gives me a knowing stare but keeps the same warm smile on her face but all I can focus on is the darkening of Will's. The way he's looking at me. How his wife hasn't even turned around for a minute and he's already trying to belittle me just with his gaze. 

I slowly exhale, swallowing and drawing my eyes back to hers. "Right." 

I turn, the feeling of unwanting only intensifying as I walk out. 

I can practically feel Kate's eyes boring into the back of my head as I walk away. I can almost hear her voice, imploring me to follow her advice, to get help. But I don't want help.

I don't want to open up to a complete stranger, I don't want a stranger to know the dark secrets that lurk in my head. 

             SURPRISINGLY ENOUGH, AS I walked down the hallway, lined with blue lockers and flooded with teens, my eyes meet Peter's.