i found you.

bree i hurt you

A/N : hey guys! i'm sorry that the last 2 chapters were short, and boring. i just wanted to show some cute peter and bree moments! don't worry, the story will pick up the pace. some good parts are coming up soon!

i woke up to my alarm screaming at me. literally. 6:30 am it said. i hated mondays.

i got ready and headed out to my car, and drove to school. it was raining for the first time all month. i loved the rain, so i was happy. i stopped at a local coffee shop, and got a caramel latte. with my luck, the cap wasn't fully on, so when i grabbed it and went to put it in the cupholder, it spilt. all over me, and my white long sleeve.

i headed to my locker to put my backpack away, and to hopefully find a different shirt, but i was shocked to see daniel. standing in front of it.

"excuse me. i need to get in there." i said.

"hey bree, i really need to talk to you." daniel responded.

"okay, so talk. and also move." i said giving him a rude look. yeah bree you tell him. i thought.

he moved. "i just wanted to tell you how sorry i am... bree i hurt you, and i will forever hate myself for that." he said.

i slammed my locker shut and started to walk away. "good for you."

"no please!" daniel called at me. i stopped and turned around.

"you know what daniel?" i asked. "you didn't just 'hurt' me. you completely destroyed me!" i could feel my voice getting higher. "i loved you with every part of me! i gave you my all, and you just threw me away, like i was nothing. you moved on like i was nothing, not even a week later. i gave you 2 years of my life. you were all my firsts." my eyes started watering. "not to mention, when you broke up with me, you didn't even call me to see if i was okay! you didn't even care. you just left.. i kept asking myself what i did wrong. i grew to hate myself daniel! so, i'm sorry if i don't wanna hear your shitty apology. i'm done." i walked away, and saw a couple people staring at us. i didn't care. i hoped everyone heard, and realized that he's the biggest piece of shit there ever was.

i walked into the bathroom, and completely lost it. my tears kept falling, and they wouldn't stop. i cleaned myself up, besides my coffee stained shirt, and went to go find peter.
i saw him in the corner of my eye, and ran to him. he saw i was crying.

"babe, are you okay? what happened?" he asked me with concerned eyes.

i just hugged him. "nothing anymore. i'm okay." i said back.

in truth, i just needed to be held by him.