Double Or Nothing // C.T.H

35 - Thomas

I should be angry.

I should be banging on her door, demanding for an explanation. Not staring at the dark wood with a stomach full of betrayal.

I clench my jaw, letting out a low whine of frustration.

I've made it all the way to her door only to freeze. My hand refuses to knock on the door, refuses to let me confront her because I'm Sad. Im not even the one who asked her, yet I feel like she rejected me also.

Calum and I, the connection that we have, it's so difficult to explain.

It like we're molded together, when he hurts I can't feel it - but I do. Its sort of like when you watch a video of someone flailing to do a backflip epically, and you swear you can feel it, but you don't? Ugh never mind I'm confusing my self, it just does okay.

Anyways, The connection between my emotions and his has always been there, even if they've been buried these past couple of years by our parents. Gosh, how could we have been so...separated? We shared the womb for goodness sake, I can't believe we honestly couldn't stand each other.

I curse, resting my head on the smooth, freezing wood of her door. How did she do it? We were close to a point of no return, I don't think we would have reconnected with out her as our peace maker. Now it seemed she was erasing her work and throwing us away like ruined paper.

I sigh, my breath forming a condensed cloud in front of my face as I pull my head from her door. If only I had enough courage to knock.

I bow my head and shove my hands into my jacket pockets as I walk past her house and the street light in front of it.

Eager to escape reality for a bit, I hurried to push the library doors open. Warmth seeped through my jacket and I rubbed my dry hands together before giving a small wave to the man behind the counter.

The smell of books calmed my nerves greatly, and I closed my eyes for a moment, finally relaxing.

That is, until my frustration peaked again. I rubbed my eyes roughly, causing my glasses to bounce slightly. I had picked a book randomly and was sitting in my chair like always but I just- I couldn't read it.

I could see the words, but it was like my mind was so exhausted from this night, it just refused to corporate.

Letting out a annoyed huff, I tossed the book onto the table next to me. There goes escaping reality.

"Having trouble?"

I jumped, not expecting anyone to talk to me, let alone Peter. He was wearing his famous hoodie again, but this time the hood was down, displaying his tousled hair.

"No," I snap, my all frustration from tonight pressing into my abdomen. What is Peter even doing here this late?

His lips pursed and he looked from me to the book I'd slammed shut then back to me. "Well it looked like you having trouble reading,"

I scoff, narrowing my eyes at him. "I can read, I'm not 3." My words slice the air trenchantly. I sigh, I don't need him bothering me at the moment. "I was just leaving anyways,"

"Wait, don't go."

I raise an eyebrow at him and his ears turn to various shades of crimson, as well as his cheeks. "D-Do you," he clears his throat, "Do you want me to read that to you?" He gestures to the book on the table.

My eyes widen slightly at his question. "I- well, I mean- you don't have too," my words suddenly stumble over each other. A twinge of excitement ran down my back.

He flashed me a smile and my heart suddenly spasms, speeding up weirdly. "I don't mind."

I swallow before sitting back down, the couch dipping as he sat next to me, our legs brushing against each other.

I hand him the book and he starts to read, though I don't even know what he's saying. I'm too focused on the way he looked when he's concentrated, how his eyebrows occasionally raise depending on whatever was happening in the book. How his hazel-gold eyes flicked from one side of the page to the next, the green flecks shimmering in them.How he would lick his lips every now and then- now that I'm looking at them, his lips look soft and plumb, a pretty pink painted them.

I jump as his fingers snap in front of my eyes, causing me to emit half a yelp from my lips and a blush to bloom across my cheeks. He laughed and I instantly yearned to hear more. What's going on with me?

"Have you even been listening to the story?" He chuckles again, I bite my lip. His eyes follow.

"Um, of course I was," I make a face at him as he leans back into the couch with his eyebrows raised.

"What happened?" He smirks at me once I opened and closed my mouth like a fish out of water. I didn't have any clue at to what the title of that dumb book is.

"Shut up!" I shove him slightly as he kept laughing. My cheeks were burning something fierce, and I hid them behind my hands.

"I know I'm infatuating and all, but I didn't know someone could stair at my lips for that long without blinking. Must be a record," He laughed again and I groaned, standing from the couch.
"Okay, I'm leaving," I deadpan, my face on fire.

"No, I'm just messing with you,"
I gasp as his arms wrap around my waist pulling me back onto his lap.

My eyes widen and I try to move back into the couch, but his arms tighten around my waist, causing the butterflies in my stomach to have an absolute fit.

"I- what-" I blink rapidly and his golden eyes born into mine, my words got stuck on the tip of my tongue.

"Tell me," Peter began in a whisper, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth and I could feel my heart pound.

It wasn't the same kind of feeling I got when my heart sped up because of my dad or Seth, this was different. There was no ice cold fear freezing my limbs, but bubbles and butterflies in my belly. It was a gentle thump in my ears, my heart reaching out for the cause, not telling me to run from it. I didn't know what this was, this fast yet clam beat, but I didn't want it to stop.

"Tell me you feel that too,"

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A|N

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