Chapter Thirteen

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Pilar opened her eyes slightly and saw a light blinding her directly over her head. She shut her eyes and tried to sit up, but someone gently guided her to lay back down. She tried opening her eyes again, only to be blinded by the light again.

'Where am I?' Was the only question in her head, but it played over and over as if it was on a record player. She tried to ask, but the pounding in her head silenced her.

"Sorry... light..." is all she heard from someone unrecognizable at the moment as the light turned off. She could hear parts of conversations, but mostly, she just heard static. Someone was holding her hand, she knew that. She sat up and slid her back against the freezing wall. Pilar didn't mind though, she found it soothing. She was able to finally open her eyes just to see she was sitting on a bench in a small rom. There was a large desk taking up most of the room and it had a small door leading to a bathroom. The walls were covered, inch by inch, in nothing but health fact posters. Pilar knew where she was. She was at the nurses' office in her school.

"Pilar? Are you okay?" She heard someone say. The sentence started out blurry, then it cleared up and the static was slowly fading. Pilar was so busy admiring the fact that she doesn't even remember leaving the auditorium, that she never even noticed who she was with. Holding her hand she saw a familiar face, the last one she can remember seeing, actually. Peter. Peter had his fingers intertwined with hers and their hands were close to his face. His face was slightly puffy and had just a little red to it. Beside him stood York. York had a worried look on her face that was replaced with a small when Pilar noticed her.

"Pilar," Peter asked again, "are you okay?" Pilar just stared at her fingers that were still around Peters'. Pilar would've pulled away, if she didn't miss the familiarness of them. She missed him, there was no denying it. She missed his lips. She missed his smell. She missed how protected she felt in his soft, strong arms that felt like she fit in them perfectly. She missed him more than you can imagine. She looked at him and saw regret plastered all over his face. She slowly shook her head up and down answering his question.

"Pilar, I am so sorry for what I did. I had no idea that everybody would put you on the spotlight like that."

'Then you, my friend, are stupid,' she thought to herself.

"Pilar, I need you in my life, you are the love of my life and I messed up big time," he started tearing up more. Pilar couldn't stand to see him like this.

"What about Lola?" Pilar asked with a little hurt in her tone remembering the time spent going through heartbreak. She wouldn't -no- couldn't go through it again. York just stood in the corner, watching the soon-to-be drama unfold in front of her eyes.

"She means nothing to me! She made me kiss her, I swear! I don't love her! I love you!" Pilar focused her eyes on York for something. Advice, a judgement, an opninon, anything. But all she did was raise her eyebrows. Pilar didn't want to get hurt again, but by the look on Peters' face, and the almost sweet gesture he did just a minute ago, she saw he was hurting more than she did. And with that thought, Yorks' wonderful help, and a moments hestitation, Pilar leaned in a crashed her lips against Peters'. She could feel the shock on his lips, but then, she felt the smile form. They could both hear York squeal loudly.

"Thank you," Peter said quickly before attacking her lips again.

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