Lara Jean and Peter

The Party

I wake up to the slightest of shakes from either Meg, Sarah, or Bev(short for Beviana). I hear a slight Slavic accent and know right away from the platinum blonde hair sweeping my face it's Bev. She's the mother of our little group. We're all roommates and I feel bad keeping them in on a Saturday morning. Today is our coffee-slash-tea day. We would go out and get coffee and tea and sit on or near the bench with the two trees and talk for hours upon hours about anything. "Wake up LJ. It's past noon. Do you feel up to coffee?" Her voice is soothing to my broken heart. Even if I don't have Peter at least I have them. I'm cocooned in my comforter, my pillow half-soaked. I must have fallen asleep again, I think to myself. I hate that I'm still crying, it's already been 3 weeks since he broke it off. "No I don't, but you guys go ahead. Seriously I don't want to be such a Debbie-Downer." I hear two pairs of footsteps coming into the room and they all sit at my feet. I hear Sarah say, "We're not going anywhere. We can promise you that." Agreed mumbling follows the comment. I start to cry and Meg climbs in and holds me and I end up drifting off again.

I wake up, yes again, to Erykah Badu's "Window Seat playing and I sit up. "She lives!" I hear someone scream over the music. It stops and I have to rub my eyes a few times before I'm being yanked out of bed. "Hey! What are you guys doing?"
"We've accepted your way of dealing with this breakup, now you're gonna try my method." I see everyone's dressed, well, dressed is an overstatement considering how little they're all wearing, and I'm in my pjs. "We're going to a party on the UVA campus that I heard about from one of my friends. He's taking us there, so we can get plastered!" Before I know it I'm out of the shower and getting dressed to go where I should never be heading. It's not like I can just ignore UVA anyways. I know more people there than just Peter. Plus this party is being held by a junior so I don't think he'll be there. Sarah is walking up to me with her makeup bag, "I'm going to do a winged liner with some mascara, but a natural look." I start to back away with wide eyes. "LJ it will be fine, lemme just get a little concealer on those eyes and you'll be good to go. Promise." I hesitate for a bit, then give in. What's the worst that could happen?

We get to the party after jamming out to old music from the early nineties and Hannah Montana of course. We walk in and Post Malone is playing loudly. I stick with Sarah for a little, until I see Darrell on his phone in a corner, looking a little bored, so I walk over cautiously. The only reason I'm walking carefully is because I'm in something I would never wear, ripped black jeans with a cream-colored velvet loose tank top that is cropped just over my belly button. I'm also wearing a black choker and my hair is slicked back in a tight ponytail, since Peter liked it down and Meg didn't appreciate that fact, with Doc Marten boots. I approach him and say, "Hey stranger!" He looks up, like he was waiting for someone, and sweeps me into a hug. "Large! What are you doing here?" I smile and shrug before I see his eyes dart around the room nervously. I squint a little because it's dark and I see the uncertainty in his smile. "I just creeped over to say hi! Well it was nice seeing you, we should definitely catch up sometime during this party!" His smile becomes genuine for a second before he says, "Um, ya! For sure, find me when you're free." I nod and walk off to go find any of my roommates. I find Meg in the kitchen doing shots, so I do some with her, to fight off this weird feeling I have. I'm sipping on a beer talking to someone I met, her name is Angela, about medicine since we're both pre-meds, when someone walks up from behind me and taps me on the shoulder. I turn around and it's, "Josh!" He smiles and I hug him tight. I turn back to Angela and excuse myself, not before getting her contact info, and we go upstairs into a bedroom to talk. We're sitting on the floor, the bed in between us and the door and he looks at me with pity eyes. Oh no. "I heard about you and Kavinsky. I'm so sorry." I flash my fakest smile and say, "I'm okay. I've been managing." He can read right through me and gives me a hug. I melt into his arms, but I don't cry. I tell him about everything. Every detail about the break up...
Three Months Ago
"Hello?"
"Hey! I'm so sorry I missed you I was in study group how was your day?" I'm trying to get myself oriented whilst I listen to Peter talk, but he doesn't. "It was fine." There was a certain coldness to his voice, one that's never been directed towards me. "What's wrong? You sound like you had a bad day, tell me." I can hear his face tighten through the phone before he snaps, "I told you Lara Jean i was fine." I'm taken aback for a second before I respond, "Um okay? But seriously what's up with you?" I ask him one last time to see if he tells me the truth, he does, just the truth I don't want to hear. "Lara Jean I'm so tired from school and practice and driving," he stutters, which has never happened, "I just don't think I can do this right now." My brow furrows in confusion, "Um okay, so I'll just call you tomorrow?"
"Not this. Us." I'm so shocked I don't notice the tears streaming down my face. "Where is this coming from? Why are you saying this? What is going on?" He sighs and I try to stifle my sobs. "Look, Lara Jean you deserve to be with someone who's there with you, and I don't want to keep stressing about you cheating on me. I already have enough on my plate. It looks like you've already found someone anyways." I know he just pulled the first part from thin air. I can tell. "Peter you need to stop jumping to conclusions. I'm not cheating on you, I had study group. My phone was turned off so I could concentrate." My face is hot and my vision is blurry. "Lara Jean stop lying to me Okay? Just tell me who it is. Rip off the bandaid! Wait... is it that guy Stephen?" I'm sobbing now and can't hide it. "I told you there's n-n-no one! Stephen is in my study group, I told you he's harmless! Why do you keep coming back to this?"
"Because he's hitting on you Lara Jean and you're acting all oblivious when you know it too. And you're okay with it. Does he even know I exist?"
"You never come up because we don't talk about personal things! We talk about school. Just because he sent me a kissy face means nothing." A few weeks ago he was over and I sent Stephen some notes. He sent me a text that said 'you're a lifesaver!' With a kissy face. I can see why he read so far into it, since he's been cheated on, but I don't understand why he made such a big deal of it. I left Stephen on read. Why would he be mad if I didn't even respond to him? "Why do we keep fighting about this?" His voice sounds sorrowful. "Because you keep bringing it up Peter. You need to trust me. I trust you, and girls drool whenever you walk by. But I know your heart is mine. You just need to know that my heart is yours."
"Still. You've texted me during study group before, why doesn't he know about me?" You've gotta be kidding me! "Are you kidding me! Why are you so hung up on this? It's like you're trying to find a way out!"
"I can't do this anymore Lara Jean. Goodbye." Dial tone. At this point I'm up against my living room wall on the floor silently crying. I loudly sob for a bit and try to call him back twice. He doesn't answer. Bev is the first one to find me. By this time, I'm curled up in a ball, on my side with silent tears streaming down my face, looking at my lock screen of Peter and I during one of Sarah's photo shoots. He has his hands wrapped around my waist and I'm holding them tight. We're laughing hard and my hair is blowing in the wind. It was the perfect candid. She drops all of her things and quickly rushes to my side. She immediately calls Peter, who doesn't pick up, so I softly have to tell her in my cracked voice, "He broke up w-with m-me." She then called Sarah and Meg and they immediately drop everything. It was awful. I remember the next night Sarah came up to me and asked, "Rocky Road or Tequila?" It was the first time I laughed. But right after I started sobbing again.
Present
"I'm gonna kick his ass I swear to god he is a dead motherfucker!" My eyes go wide, "Josh! No cussing. Anyways it's fine, I'm fine." I smile at him, one last time, this one sincere. I truly am okay now, I've come to terms with the status of my relationship with Peter. We talk more about life and college and he tells me about his new girlfriend. We start getting hungry so we go forging for food. As soon as we step out I see him. Peter Kavinsky holding Angela's hand about to stumble into a room laughing. We lock eyes. I think I might have spoken too soon.

A/N
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