This Is Us

Chapter 7

A/N:  DISCLAIMERRR NOTE! (And PS used to be in Missouri so if youre from virginia... I'm sorry but no bias hahah)

Chapter Seven

I pushed off the celery that came with the hot wings. Anything that touches it kinda freaks me out. I hate celery. I was about to move the other one when Peter grabs both of it from the two baskets.

"Poor things, what did you ever do to Lara Jean." He was talking to the celery and sets it to the side out of the distance.

"Being the grossest food that ever existed." I shivered just the thought of it makes me lose my appetite.

He raises an eyebrow, challenging me. "Some of us like celery, Covey." He takes a stick and chews it without breaking eye contact.

"Please don't do that." I looked away feeling grossed out totally forgetting the delicious wings in front of me. Gosh i hate it when he does that. Before, I'd threaten not to kiss him if he eats celery. That thing lingers on his breath it's gross.

Then I feel myself burn up, remembering Peter kissing me. What the hell. Why are all of these things resurfacing all of a sudden. I was fine every time we hung out. It's just like something in that parking lot today changed something. I could still feel his gaze on me and it makes me shiver.

Peter sees this and probably thought i was grossed out or something. "Fine, I won't touch it. It'll just stay far away." He pushed the plate even further so i could't even see it.

I lower my head in shame. I can't tell him what not to do. I have no right anymore, "You can eat it." I just need to keep my emotions on check if this friends thing is going to work. Im silently cursing Lucas and Pammy in my mind. They did this to me.

He shrugs, "Nah, I can live without it. I just did it to get a reaction from you."

And whatever I felt about him a second ago evaporated as quickly and now I'm burning up with annoyance. He's always picking on me. I slowly narrowed my eyes on him. ready to pounce if threatened... and I'm not afraid doesn't matter if he's huge. I'm spunky... and he knows it.

He pretends to be scared and slides the Garlic Parmesan flavor to me as a peace offering, "Don't hurt me?" He had the most playful smile.

I relax a bit, and roll my eyes. "Maybe," I sneered.

"That's a start." He said then takes the wing piece that the celery touched, knowing that there is no way I'd touch that thing.

Well. Okay. I'm not annoyed anymore, but I'm not telling him that.

A football game was on and Peter was watching it. He was yelling at the TV. Virginia Cavaliers VS. Kansas City Chiefs. I'm not really much into football but i enjoy looking at Peter be angry when the game doesn't go the way he think it should. Granted he's not the only one doing it, since he was sending cheers and whoops the the table next to us too. It's a couple, probably late thirties or early forties.

When it was half-time, Peter was talking game strategies with them and both the couple had something to share to. I had no clue what they are talking about so I just smile and nod.

I drink into my cup and almost spit it out when the lady says. "Is she your girlfriend?"

Peter looks over at me, and when he sees that I'm okay. He shakes his head, "We're friends." But he wasn't glancing my way anymore but the Television. They were doing replays of the game highlights, "See! That was a clear shot and he missed it!"

I blush into my cup. Slightly putting the glass onto my face to cool me down, i feel uneasy.

"You okay?" Peter asks.