And Peggy

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Alex pulled back. "I think we should go back out."

"Why?" I asked upset. I'm not sure why I was upset though.

"It's been 15 minutes since we came in here."

"What?"

"Yeah. Eliza will murder you. It's all my fault."

"Listen, it's fine." I smiled. He leaned in and kissed me again. I gave in, but pushed him off quickly. "Alex, seriously, stop. We should go back." I got up and opened the door. I looked back at him then walked to John's room.

"What the fuck were you doing?" Eliza asked staring at me. I felt like she was looking for my soul. She succeeded. I couldn't move. I just stood there staring back as she searched for answers.

"We were just talking, Eliza." Alex said putting his hand on my shoulder. "That's all."

She rolled her eyes and looked to Alex. "For 15 minutes? I don't think so. Besides, I didn't ask you, bitch." She looked back at me. "What did you do? You must have done something."

I looked to Alex then her. Then I ran.

"You little bitch!" Eliza screamed as she ran after me.

I didn't no where to run, so I went outside. I looked behind me, and she was within reach. Then someone grabbed me; it was John.

"Eliza, stop." He said as she stood in front of her still holding me.

"I'm not listening to you." She said.

"Please."

"Why should I? You're both stealing my boyfriend!"

"First of all, I'm not stealing him; he's my boyfriend, too. Second of all, why the fuck would Peggy want Alex?" He said. The problem was that for some odd reason I kind of did want him.

"Don't fucking lie to me, John Laurens!"  She said as people started crowding around us.

"I'm not!"

"Yeah, sure." She rolled her eyes. "Just admit it."

"Admit what?"

"That you want Alex to yourself! Both of you."

"Both of us?" He asked seeing I was still unable to speak or really know what to say. "I can assure you neither of us want him to ourselves, Eliza. Peggy doesn't even want him!"

"I still don't believe you, but I want to hear it from her."

Maria and Alex pushed to the front of the crowd, but they were only able to see us, not get to us.

"Peggy, come on. Please answer her so we can go back inside." John whispered.

"Peggy! Jesus Christ! Can't you fucking talk?" Eliza asked stepping closer to me and John.

"I don't want him." I said.

"What the hell does that mean?" She asked. She gasped. "You fucking like him don't you?"