Undercover Heiress

Part Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Nine: poor peter

Holly's husband was my mother's brother.

My uncle.

I remember how Queen Helena would tell me that story before bed.

How he was going to introduce her to his wife and come clean about who he was but that the woman got him shot.

Apparently, my uncle moved to Oregon to get away from the royal life and fell in love with a stranger, and wanted to tell her about his real life but felt like he couldn't for he would be judged and ruin his relationship.

Huh, that's ironic.

Holly was still crying on my shoulder, and I could feel two people spying on us from the doorway.

Elise and Peter.

"Leave it to Bailey to make adults cry," Elise muttered, barging into the room.

Her hair was curled, and makeup done as she wore a short skirt with a tube top.

"Are you okay Ms.K?" She cooed, crouching beside her starting to rub circles on Holly's back.

I glared at her when Peter entered the room awkwardly.

Holly pulled away, wiping her tears and then bending over to get the laundry basket.

"I'm fine kids, just go finish getting ready for school you're already late," She mumbled the last part.

Elise and Peter left the room, and just as Holly was about to go she stopped turning towards me.

"Secrets do ruin relationships, so if you have any and already get gut feelings about them just let that person know,"

I let that sink in.

"It's all about communication, and the longer you hide it the worse the outcome will be," Holly adds, before leaving the room.

I needed to tell Peter my secret before I lost him for good.

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We made it to school seven minutes after class started, and its all thanks to Elise.

"I'm sitting up front bitch, he's my boyfriend," She told me and I rolled my eyes.

"Honestly I don't care where you sit, as long as we get there on time," I responded, crossing my eyes and shivering.

Peter was still inside talking to his mom when Elise had slapped me for no reason.

"What the fuck!" I yelled, turning my face back to stare her down.

She smirked, shrugging when I bit the insides of my cheeks.

On instinct, I smacked her back.

Harder of course.

She screamed and started pulling my hair but I stomped on her foot and punched her in the tit.

"Woah, Woah, Woah!" Peter called, running over to us.

Correction.

Elise.

I glared at her, not even btohering to fix my hair or cover the raised mark on my cheek.

"I'm gone for two seconds and you two are already fighting," He groaned, hugging a crying Elise.

After her meltdown about me being a psycho is over, we finally get in the car with me sitting in the back.

The whole ride is quiet and I look down at my dirty converse finding them more interesting than anything else in the car.

Every now and then I would not Peter glancing at me through the mirror trying to see if I was okay.

I knew that was what he had been doing because of the expression across his face.

Barbie obviously noticed and started a petty fight over it.

"Bailey, sweetie..." She starts in a sweet voice.

I raise a brow and scoot closer to her seat, ready to yank her hair back from the headrest gap.

"Why don't you scoot your fat ass over some, so my boyfriend can see out the window,"

My lips roll into my mouth and I snort, smiling a little.

"I'm not in the way, Elise..." I trail, trying to decide if I should continue the sentence.

Fuck it.

"Peter just likes the view,"

I kind of regret saying that even though it wasn't a big deal, but just to be sure my comment didn't bother him I check the mirror.

Sure enough, he's making quick glances at me, and smiling a little but quickly hides it.

"Remeber that thing we talked about a couple days ago?" Elise asks me.

My grin drops and I sit back in the seat, crossing my arms and giving her a warning look.

"What thing?" Peter chimes in, and Elise puts a hand on his leg.

"Focus on the road baby," She tells him.

Ew.

"Didn't it start with a 'P'?" Elise continues.

Peter furrows his brows and I lick my lips ready to shove the bitch out the car.

"What was it, pri-prince-princess... ah, shoot I keep forgetting?" She jokes.

Expose me, hoe.

I dare you.

"Amnesia is a real issue, you should get that checked out," I tell her.

"No wonder your so dumb," I say quietly, but Peter hears me.

Elise gets irritated and turns around to face me as we pull into the parking lot.

'Watch yourself', she mouths to me.

"Go ahead and tell him, I don't care," I whisper to Elise.

I honestly didn't anymore.

He was going to find out, either way, I just preferred if it was from me.

Now aware that her knowing my secret didn't bother me anymore Elise gave up.

We pulled out items out of the car but when I was about to push the seat forward to get out, Elise slammed the door shut with a 'hm'.

"Bitch," I tell the window, sighing as I pull the handle.

Peter waited for me.

Such a nice guy.

As he helps me out, I start to press down on my hair since I didn't fix it earlier.

Peter watches me and laughs up until he sees the mark on my cheek and brings his hand up to my face.

"Woah, is that from Elise?" He asked, turning my face to the side and grazing his thumb over the abrasion lightly.

My throat tightens, and I feel my stomach clench from the interaction but its gone once he releases my face.

"Yeah, honestly the one she got is worse," I joke trying to hide my embarrassment.

He smiles, adjusting the strap of his bag and then begins to walk towards the school.

"Hey, Peter!" I call, sucking in a breath as I feel my heart beat faster.

Do I tell him now?

"Yeah?" He answeres, looking over his shoulder.

I stare at my shoes for a moment before deciding that now wasn't the time and Id come clean later.

"Never mind, we can talk about it later," I tell him, and he nods walking with me into the school.

Once we entered, I walked to my class alone because he was already late and didn't need to get into more trouble.

poor peter.