Deanna's pov
I leaned against the sink painfully and I crossed my arms over my chest replying,
"I don't need to show you anything." Pete crossed his arms over his chest scoffing,
"You're hiding something. Something big. And not just your mom being terminal."
My heart hardened and my breath hitched as I replied, "I'm not hiding anything."
"You are. And I will find out," Pete replied his face softening.
I pushed myself off the sink counter retaliating, "You're hiding something too. Tell me what you're hiding. I'll tell you what I'm hiding."
Pete pushed himself off the door so our faces were about an inch away as he replied, "Not. Gonna. Happen."
An evil smile crept onto my face as I replied, "Fine. Game on." Our eyes locked and Pete smirked and leaned forward and whispered in my ear,
"Honey there is no game. Even if there was. I'd win."
I moved back smiling, "We'll see about that."
We stared into each other's eyes for a few minutes. Our gazes never leaving each other. I searched his face for any weak point showing. I couldn't find one. I could tell he was doing the same; and coming up with the same results as me. I cocked my head to the right and Pete did the same. He glanced at my lips and I glanced at his. He leaned forward and kissed me chastely before saying,
"Let the games begin." He opened the door and walked out. Leaving me standing there. Confused and fuming. That bastard thinks he can play me; and kiss me when I have a boyfriend. Well he's in for a little surprise.
