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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''Rita everything's gone to shit''
''What did she do?''
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''Think positive! Janet loved it babe, you're for sure getting in!'' Lara Jean smiled.
They still lingered around the dinner table at LJ's house after dinner that night. Both their plates empty ahead of them pairing to the empty glassed and crumbled paper napkins. The television was just making white noise in the background as the straight-haired girl tried restlessly to turn Rita's frown into a smile; and the girl did smile, but just out of sympathy and appreciation towards her friend who had done everything at her power to make the situation better.
Her head was still going 100 miles an hour, despite the effort to keep Peter's influence at bay, she couldn't help but feel not just guilty but terrible with her own self; And it didn't matter she had been truthful, Peter seemed somehow hurt by her words and it was driving her to near insanity.
Clearly that night and once Lara Jean slowly and carefully drives her home, there was not a thing Rita could do to lead her to sleep. Nothing from the warm milk she drank, while pinching her nose to the way she effectively counted to a thousand and one.
Her mind was rather restless; Peter's angry voice still lingered as well and throbbed loudly against her skull. Rita hated it with a passion... She craved the brunet's loud, probably considered obnoxious by some on the hallways, laugh more than ever that night.
Their shared text messages were now engraved in her brain, so much she could recite them word to word, paired with the punctuation and emojis used, as she tirelessly read them over and over again, only deepening the wound, adding pain to her being.
One week into meeting this kid and she's already ruined it.
Without a single minute of rest, still debating whether or not to send him the apologize she had been working on and just let it be life to what it was, thinking that maybe it was for the best after all, she stood up from the never undone king sized bed of the spare bedroom at her uncle's house they had sweetly decorated to match Rita's aesthetic, all things white and gray, before making her way down the stairs and into the kitchen.
''Already up?'' Roderic raised an eyebrow when she sat besides him with a bang, her body lump, as if all her bones had turned into jelly.
''Couldn't sleep.'' Rita admitted. ''It's mum.'' Of course her uncle would ask, so she thought ahead. And it's not like she was lying.
