What About Me?

Chapter Sixteen

Peyton's pov:

I decide it's time to finally give my room a bit of a makeover.

Don't get me wrong, my old room was fine, I just like change and sometimes it's nice when you're bored to switch things around and find old objects from your childhood to reminisce over.

I rummage through my old things, picking and choosing what to throw away or keep.

After a while of rummaging and chucking away, I end up coming across a photo album with many Polaroids and other printed pictures hidden inside. Instantly, I remember some of the photos inside and smile.

Intrigued, I pick it up to flick back though some of the old memories.

Different memories play back in my mind when taking a look at every single photo. They progress from Mae and I, Patrick and I. All three of us. Even some family photos where we all seem to be getting along and not hating each other. There's other pictures of the family and I at my aunt and uncles western house located in Texas.

The best part about this photo album is that myself, and everyone else in it looks so happy.

I flick all the way to the back where the most recent photos are, finding that there is loads more space. Enough to continue the photo album.

My heart skips a beat as I reach the last photo I ever placed in there. It's of me and this boy together around a year ago. I'm sat there, a massive grin on my face, as if I were giggling a little, with my long blonde hair, draping over my shoulders, my head buried into the crook of his neck; his focal point directly on me, grinning a genuine grin. His eyes filled with happiness; his  arm draped around my shoulders; his other hand gently touching my jaw. We were both so happy...

I realise I'm starting to tear up, I proceed to take the photo out and throw it in the direction of my trash can.

For gods sake.

I wipe away the loose tear that escaped my eye, shaking my head a little to give myself a sense of sanity.

I soon get interrupted by 3 knocks on my door. Frustrated, I call for the unknown person to come in.

The door opens to reveal a face that I seem to never be able to get rid of lately.

Not that I'm complaining...

"Peyton. I need to talk to you." Jay says lightly, letting himself in, then flopping on my bed.

I sit on the bed next to him waiting for him to speak.

"Why did you kiss Eric?"

My mouth drops at the sudden question. My eyes widening in shock. How does he know!?

Wait why is he asking about it?

"W-what?" I hesitate as he stares into my eyes intently, like he was begging for an answer.

"At the party, after we almost kissed. Why did you kiss Eric?" He bluntly asks, once again.

"I don't know" I retort truthfully. A confused expression plastered across my face.

He looks down at the ground as if he's thinking about what I just said. "You don't know?" He repeats after me. Once he looks back up at me, I nod my head, confirming what I just said.

"How can you not know why you kissed someone?" He asks, sounding a bit more tense.

"I didn't kiss him. He kissed me, I just didn't stop him." Jay's jaw clenches at my words, making his jaw line more prominent than it already is.