Peter ✶ [Lost Boy Series #1]

✶Rocks✶

It had now been a week since Peter had disappeared. After the incident with the paper, he was nowhere to be seen. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing that he was gone, but it did feel quite different. Math class felt especially boring since the seat next to me had been empty for a while now. So once again I became Laney, the girl who blended in with the peeling paint on the wall.

Of course Brock took advantage of moments like this to taunt and tease me. For some reason, he liked to constantly knock my books out of my hand and make me turn tomato red in front of everyone. As I picked up my scattered papers I huffed and walked away, vowing to make him pay for everything he has done to me. For someone who is trying to get a girl's attention, he sure isn't doing a good job at it.

The school day was long and lonely and I would occasionally catch myself thinking about Peter. Though I had only knew the boy for two days, I couldn't help but feel like he was the only person who even acknowledged that I existed. Usually most people would walk by me like I was invisible and unimportant, but Peter happened to notice that I was alive. He happened to realize that I was a real person that had goals and motives, and through that he also happened to notice how utterly lonely I was. Maybe that was the reason he went away. Maybe he couldn't deal with someone as sad and sulky as me.

The walk home had felt utterly lonely, though I was used to walking home alone. I just couldn't help but feel like I anticipated walking home with him and getting to know him. Yet I was utterly terrified of getting close to him. What if all along he had intended to harm me? What if Brock had hired him?

Mom was working and dad had an afternoon meeting which left me alone in the house. Wallowing in my own self-pity, I read a book until I got bored. After taking a shower, I watched a little tv and then eventually made my way to my bed. Curling up into a ball, tears trickled down my face and a light wail escaped my lips. As I sobbed my way to sleep, I realized that the only person who would hear my cries was myself.

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Tap....tap tap....tap...

My eyes peeled open as I laid and stared at the ceiling.

Tap.

Seriously, what in the world is that noise?

Tap tap.

Looking to where the noise was coming from, tiny rocks could be seen hitting my window.

"Brock needs to stop already," I grumbled, moving toward the window. However, I was wrong.

Looking out the window, the silhouette of a boy could be seen happily waving from the middle of the street.

It was Peter.

© Lightning_Stryker 2016