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 try to be my friend when you stole my boyfriend from me.''
''Gen I don't know what you're talking about.''
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''What? W-Why didn't you kill me?''Rita glances upward, her mouth pursed but slightly open and loose. Her eyes are fixed on every inch of Peter's face. Why did she still tried to read him, it was impossible.
''Honestly?'' He asked tracing his lips with the back of his thumb. Rita nodded. ''We were having fun and I didn't want it to end. I've told you, I missed you.'' Everything from the way he held himself, to the way he spoke, showed unassailable confidence. Rita pouted at his answer. She had no other option but to find him extremely adorable. It's impossible not to fall for him.
''That is fucking dumb.'' Rita woke up from her trance, she was looking at Peter for way too long. She turned around to run towards the Dj booth, searching frantically for a microphone, ignoring the way her heart flustered by Peter's presence completely.
''What is up bitches.'' She screamed into it, her laugh loudly spreading around. There was nothing that could ruin her mood at that moment - She was genuinely happy and it showed.
Winning was superficial, in reality she just felt good she had something going on for her, something she had controlled and succeed. She had been distracted from her profound sadness all night and winning was more like a price for the fact she was able to overcome it than anything else. She felt extremely proud of herself for not shutting herself down.
Everyone turned up to look at her, the people who played knew what was coming - she was either dead or she was the last one standing. They didn't have to wonder long.
''I am the master assassin!'' She roared loudly but it was instantly diminished by her friends' cheering. Gen stood there with crossed arms even tough Matt tried to get her to cheer.
''I KNEW IT!'' Alec shouted and whistled with his fingers inside his mouth.
''Thank you, thank you my subjects!'' She said with her British accent in its peak. ''I would like to thank not only God and Jesus for this victory but also all of you who went and got yourselves killed before me. Peasants!'' There was a roar of laughter that filled the whole house with genuine amusement. ''Would you please recollect yourselves to the base now, I have a price to claim. Your queen will be there within a minute. Peace.'' She dropped the mic and kissed her fingers into a peace sign she held in the air till she turned around to face Peter again.
The boy was handsome alright, and Rita knew it but even so, she wasn't prepared to see the way he smiled so brightly at her when she turned around.
