Right from the start, from that eventful day at the coffee shop, Rita of Lancaster and Peter Kavinsky felt like they belonged to each other on an ineffable level, but destiny has a soft spot for them and enjoys massively to put them trough a series...
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''Don't talk about Gen like that. She's my girlfriend.''
''Oh, I know she is. Not thanks to you though.''
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''I'm going to throw up'' Rita gagged and her straight-haired friend immediately stepped away 5 meters cautiously staring at Rita who held the palest and the greenest face at the same time. ''Nah, I'm good!'' She smiled but soon enough her stomach fluids seemed eager to exit at last. ''No wait!'' Lara Jean who was already approaching her friend again jumped back. The sick girl swallowed her own breathing, and whatever was urging to exit her body wasn't coming without a fight. ''Yeah. It's cool.''
''Dude, It's gonna be okay, shake it away!'' Lara Jean advised, shaking her small shoulders.
''That's the shimmy.'' Rita said in excitement and mimicked her friend.
''We're dancing? yes!'' Lucas shouted from the end of the hallways and was quick to sprint and join the two girls on the whole shaking the nerves away game they were playing. All three were now shaking furiously their shoulders, falling into loud chuckles all together.
''Nope. Still I'm nervous.'' Rita admitted as they sat on the red velvet chairs of the school's auditory. She didn't quite sat, she was more like hovering on the seat. She was too excited slash nervous to be able to keep still.
''I'm cool!'' Lucas said, proud of himself.
''I'm not! You are going to literally be the best'' Lara Jean said in a demanding tone, ignoring Lucas' insulted glare. ''So sit down and relax!'' She said pushing Rita down, a bit to hard, making her seat with a loud bang. Rita closed her eyes, managing slowly her breathing, after massaging her hip who hit the plastic arm rest of the chair.
''Isn't Isaac coming to see you?'' Lara Jean asked lowly.
''He took of earlier. He's flying to LA for the weekend to see Olivia.'' Rita informed Lara Jean, even if reluctantly as she knew the new would cause her some type of sadness.
''Oh.'' Lara Jean nodded and then a small but noticeable sigh left her lips, it was of a softly deflating, as if a tension had lifted yet left her with a melancholy instead of relief.
''I'm sorry. Isaac's dumb and there is nothing one can do. Believe me I've tried everything!'' Lara Jean laughed softly.
''Would Rita Lancaster and Peter Kavinsky please come down.'' Mrs. Landson or Janet as she wanted to be called, shouted from the stage.
