Adopted (Peterick)

7

I looked up at Pete, and tears were about to fall down my cheeks. His face looked stern, unlike how it did a few minutes ago. I'm sure he hates me now.

I quickly got up and ran to my room and locked the door and fell onto my bed. I felt like a middle school girl who just had her heart broken by some dick who wouldn't even say hi to her. That's not what it felt like. My heart is actually broken. I've never had crushes before, there just wasn't anyone who I liked, and I find one person I like and this is what happens.

I'm pissed. I'm sad. I'm just about every emotion except for happiness. I've never been truly happy since my parents passed away, but around Pete, I was happy, and now I blew it. Now I'm anxious about if he's gonna send me back or hate me. It's a terrible feeling, and I know I'm over-reacting.

I heard a knock on my door. I tried to ignore it but it was persistent. "Patrick? Are you okay? I'm sorry." Pete pleaded through the door. I know he isn't sorry. It's not his fault I kissed him.

I didn't respond and I heard the doorknob jiggle and unlock. Pete walked in and sat on my bed. "Patrick," He started, but I refused to make eye contact. "I'm not mad at you. I want you to know that, okay." He said and I nodded, still not making eye contact. "You could have just told me how you felt."

"You think I didn't try? I'm sorry I kissed you, I shouldn't have." I apologized.

"Patrick, I'm not mad at all, I was just surprised. Now look at me please." He said and I did so. He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to mine.