To All The Peter Kavinsky's I've Loved Before

chapter two

It's been the third day back from the party and these jocks and cheerleaders and popular kids won't give it an off button. I didn't get naked, I just happen to have spilled some drinks on my pants and was drunk enough to take it off and jump in the pool half clothed! Oh jeez.

"Where are you going?" Peter, whom I've tried to dodge so many times this week finally found me. What happened to the crowded halls and the people that's supposed to keep it crowded? Shit school.

Pivoted, tugged on the straps of my backpack with a small sigh before I came towards him "Oh you know like,just around, see the school not trying to get lost again" I laughed hysterically I thought that was too much faking it in one whole conversation, stood straight and coughed, kind of a redo

"I'll come with you, never saw much of this place anyways" He put his arm around me, he walked but I didn't move so his arm knocked me off my feet and THUD! I fell on my butt in front of a decent amount of people

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry" Peter kneeled down to only hear me laugh at myself, totally normal thing to do when you've made another fool out of yourself

We walked towards the tracks, walked it while others sat on the bleachers and ate their lunches but I multitask because if I were going to become the most amazing surgeon of all time I'm gonna have to learn how to juggle things around. Surgeons spend their life at a hospital not their own home, of course I'd know that since my mom comes home for only two to three hours on a given day before going back in.

"So tell me about yourself aside from the drunk you, I learned a lot from that already" He looked down, he seemed to be a little over 6ft or maybe even exactly 6ft

Paused on the chips and pushed him lightly catching him off balance and that's terribly bad for a Lacrosse captain, you have to be alert at all times.

"C'mon"

We continued to walk as I thought what are the not so embarrassing things about me "Mhm, I'm a ballet kid, on point the second I hit fifth grade and you're supposed to have six years of experience but I only had like 3 years and your feet have to have to have to be extremely strong. Big family but then we all went our separate ways"

"Why separate ways?" And that was the question I was trying to avoid, it worked all the times I've spoke about it but Peter Kavinsky is way too curious

"My older sister's in Princeton, two of brother's are marines with my dad who was uhm a Sergeant, Kia and Khaleesi are with me, my mom always at the hospital oh and we have three dogs- German Shepard, Knight Pomeranian and uh baby pitbull, he's gray and blue eyes" That should be good right? Good enough for him to stop asking all these questions

"Oh sweet, really- marines kid? Where are they based?"

I looked up at Peter, blinked a few times and swallowed the fear because according to the therapist I had to talk about this sometime soon and she said that a year ago. "They were both at.... I- I think it was Texas or something or Tennessee I don't remember, I block all that stuff out. But then again that was three years ago when I was at camp visiting my brothers and father and the next thing I knew was that we were under attack but hey at least I have my  brothers" I tried to play it cool but you really can't

We stopped walking and all he did was stare at me, it's as if he forced me to speak of something I didn't want to. Eventually had to, any day would be good and any day just became today, it's tough to talk about it because I was there when two out of the three men I loved tried to save me and others fall to the ground after killing the enemies of America. Then we hugged "I'm so sorry you went through that and I made you talk about it, I'll buy you a milkshake or something"

That hug that I didn't think I needed caused me to cry, I hate crying in front of somebody I hardly even know. I hate looking weak but this isn't something no one wants to bring up in a conversation "Therapy did say to talk about it- a year ago but I never really had the guts to you know? So I guess thank you?"

"My dad left us, he has a new family. New wife, new kid, it's like we never even happened to him."

"Why? Why is that we bond through gruesome times of our lives? We're like possibly the biggest sad people" I laughed it out, wiping my tears away

Who knew someone could be so similar in such a different way? I really thought I was the only one. Sometimes things come at you by surprise and that's why at these times you don't know what to do next, it's the life we all have, wether we like it or not. The rest of the lunch was just exchanging facts about each other, not the embarrassing ones yet, though that'll just have to wait when I'm comfortable enough to talk to him and be around him, it's getting there.

"You know now I wish I didn't avoid you these past days" I chuckled, the sun in our faces

He gasped and made that shocking face "You did that? Wow, that lasted three days, I'll give that to you. No one could ever" Peter clapped, his gaze had once been on me then suddenly towards something new

Lara Jean Covey.

"Really Peter? New girl? I thought it was just a rumor but I guess you never changed" Oh so I'm a new girl but more specifically PETER'S new girl, she's gotten all of this twisted

I was prepared to explain it all to save Peter the heartbreak "Oh, no- you got it-"

"What's wrong with getting to know someone without a contract? C'mon Lara Jean, you let go and she helped, now let me do something I want to- move on"

I second guess what I said a few weeks ago, fights with the ex are the most awkward thing. I'm just standing there letting all the ice in my water bottle melt, I'm really thirsty but I don't want to be rude and act like all of this is amusing me.

"God Peter. You think you know someone"

Does she always walk out like that without letting him explain or at least finish what he wants to say? Kind of rude, but I guess that's how her form of dealing with break ups go, mine just involve staying home and eating all the sweets I'd receive outside my door. I get moody.

"I'm sorry I had to hear that again, you wanna go get that milkshake? We'll buy each other the drink so we don't feel bad for what just happened to each other"