THOSE GOOD TEEN YEARS 4 CLOSER THAN EVER

Chapter Twelve: Bold Emma (II)

AN- Eeeeee!!! The second part in Peter's POV!

Wasn't the new Emma kinda a surprise? Hmm. Let's see what she does in this one :P

This chapter might be a bit short, but hope u still like it!!!

Enjoy, people!!!

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Peter ran inside, towards the corridor where Em's locker was situated. Sure thing, he found her there, taking out the books for her next period. He stopped a moment to check her out- was she behaving like a slut? No. So why the heck was he getting so bothered, right? He was behaving like a mad man. He walked over and caught her by surprise.

"Hey, cutie!" She said, beaming at him. Her hair was over one shoulder. She was wearing a button up light pink shirt rolled till the elbows, and dark blue shorts and her red Converse. She looked good, and smelled familiar, like lavenders in his grandma's farm in Oklahoma. He remembered it was her favourite scent.

"Hey," he said, tucking a lock behind her ear. This gesture would have caused her to blush before, but now she simply smiled. Their proximity now didn't seem to bother her, like it did before, when she would sort of yell at him for being so close to her in school. Now, it was almost like she liked it a bit too much. He pushed these thoughts out of his mind.

"What's up?" She said, absent mindedly tracing her index finger over the centre of his chest, over the guitar drawn on his shirt. Peter shivered over that, involuntarily. It felt good.

"Nothing much. I was just wondering, would you like to go to the Make Out Room last period?" He said, winking at her. She smiled and surprisingly shook her head.

"No."

"Why?"

"Well, because, a) I'm lagging behind in Chemistry, which is bad, and b) its got a bad omen. We broke up there last time, remember?"

"Seriously? You're going to believe in superstition now? What's wrong with you?"

"Oh, c'mon Peter, its not superstition, don't be silly," she giggled, which was new and kind of cute. "What if we began fighting again?" She asked playfully.

"Why would we? Just because we fought there the last time?" He asked, now annoyed.

"I meant a different kind of fighting, Norman," she said, smiling. Her tone suggested something else, like it was naughty.

"What do you mean?" He asked, scowling in confusion. What could she mean by that? Em shook her head and came a little more close, to his ear. 

"Ok, I'll give you a hint: you look way better without your shirt." She breathed.

Peter gasped and pulled back. He totally got it. No way on earth did Emma Deyton, of all people, crack a sexual innuendo. That was... wrong. His mouth dropped open, and she smirked, clearly enjoying his shock. She kissed him on the cheek and said, "See you- at the end of the day, silly. And close your mouth, something might go in." Then she walked away to her next class, her gait confident.

Peter was still standing, mouth open.

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"Will you stop being a douche bag and tell why you're looking so dazed?" Ali complained.

"Oh my god, what is it with you?" Peter yelled, annoyed beyond reason. The corridor was trickling with a few students; the school day was over but Peter had after school soccer practice. The only problem, he couldn't find his practice clothes.