Infected with...

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Chapter playlist: Love the way you lie Pt.ii
I continue to run until I accidentally bump into someone. I fall to the ground and drop my phone while my tears begin to form in my eyes. What the fuck Peter? Why did you kiss me?
"Sorry."
I feel a hand grab onto mine and pull me up. The sunshine was behind his head so I couldn't exactly make out who it is.
"Selena, you really should watch where your going." He chuckles, Kevin.
"Kevin!"
I'm on my feet and I automatically bring him in for a kiss. I need someone to try and pry Peter from my thoughts. His lips are surprisingly cold, and it felt like I was kissing a wall. He wasn't moving, but yet he was kissing me back. I pull away with steady breathing and a huge disappointment.
"Should we take this back to your place?" He questions me with a smirk.
I lean in one more time and still feel...nothing.
"How about yours?"
"Sure thing, babe."
His hand squeezes my ass and wraps his arm around my waist. I turn my head back around and see Peter. Peter is just standing there at the curb with the worst of expressions. My heart just drops and cracks a little. Why does it hurt to see him like this? Why do I care about him?
People continue pass by his limp body and then he's gone and I let a couple tears slip out of my eyes. Why do I...cry...for him?
"Come back to me." I whisper to the void that is...cliche.
Kevin grips harder on my waist and I hold back the pain. I don't actually think Kevin is good dating material, but I'll take him over Peter. He understood our little agreement.
"Same old, same old, and I can't tell you how much I've missed you."
Kevin's voice is just background as I remember how Peter's lips felt. Why am I thinking of him?
"Ya...me too."
I can feel the depression and numbness consume me again. I'm infected, and it's the pain that I don't want anymore. I'm changing and everything I've done so far has been new experiences. I, Selena Sanders, is infected with even more than the disease, I'm infected with...
"Peter." I whisper.

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