Bitten

Chapter 12

Gwen's POV

I call, and for course. No answer. I've never had the worried feeling that he'd be cheating. I've never been worried about other girls. Peter and I made a #1 rule at the beginning of our relationship: no cheating. Which, I definitely haven't, and I like believe that he hasn't. Wow. I've never thought about that. What if he's cheated? What if--

I'm cut off of my thoughts by the sound of You and I by One Direction (live, love, and breathe the life of a Directioner and living proud;). Pete knew of my obsession and once I made him listen to a few of my favorites by them. Out of all, I asked which was his favorite, and he sat there for a second. And then he look at me and said, "Baby, baby, baby. Tell someone this and I'll web you to the tip top of the Empire State Building, but You and I. That's our song. I kind of like it. It's a perfect one for us babe. That's our song."
I pick up my phone and answer.

"Is something wrong babe... Sorry it's a habit. Anyways, what's wrong Gwen?"

"Have you ever cheated?" I ask before I can process.

"What? Where is this coming fro-"

"Damn it Peter just answer me. I just want to know and you need to be honest."

"Gwen Stacy. No no no. That would never even be a thought in my brain. Why would I cheat when I have.. well had a woman as great as you? How long have you been questioning yourself of that thought?"

"Just now. I was thinking about what you were doing. That's why I called. Anyways, are you free? I could pass some time before I have to go in for work and I was wondering if I could see you... I don't want to lose our friendship, you know?"

"Of.. of course. Yeah, I understand. Just friends..?"

"Are you saying that in the form of a question or a statement? I can't tell by the tone of your voice."

"A little bit of both."

I take a minute to think about it, and it kind of boils my skin. I've been going through a break-up for the last two months because HE wants to. And now he has the audacity to request to be more than friends? I don't think so.

"You know what Peter, just forget it. Forget I even called okay? I should have never even bothered you."

"Gwen, why are you freaking out on me? I just suspected you missed me as much as I have missed you. I was just making sure. I still would love to take you out, even if it's just as friends. I just need to see you."

Annoyed and heart warmed, I look at the clock to see what time I should tell him to pick me up. My clock reads 3:15.

"Be here around 5:00."

"Okay, I love-- I'll see you then."

"I'm sorry to bother you. Good bye."

Wow. I feel very rude now. I didn't figure Peter missed me. Definitely not enough to tell me.

I run across the cold floor of my apartment to my closet. Peter's favorite color on me changes on a daily basis.. well used to.. but he really likes yellow. I search through and find a tight fitted yellow tank top with thick straps and a navy blue cardigan to wear over because the weather says it'll be a little chilly. After deciding my outfit, I hop in the shower.

After drying off, I put on a light amount of makeup and curl the ends of my hair. It actually looks great. You go Gwen. Good job.

I get dressed and check the time. It's only 4:00. I still have another hour. What to do, what to do...

I turn on my Xbox console and scroll to Netflix. Pretty Little Liars is the first thing that catches my eye, so I resume my last episode that I had began watching.

Time flies by and I hear a knock at my door. Let's see how this night goes...