Ruled, ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴋᴀᴠɪɴsᴋʏ

soulmates never die

''Oh.'' 

''I mean as a friend I do.'' My lies were sickening to myself. I wanted to bang my own head against the wall for lying and for thinking his frown meant he was sad with my negative answer.

''Right, we're friends.'' He half-smiled looking out the window. ''I'm sorry it didn't work out with Leo.'' 

''Yeah, well. It's life being life.'' I shrugged. ''Jesus, don't look at me like that Peter. I'm okay.'' Peter straightened himself on the chair, dropping the pity look he was giving me. ''One would think I'd be devastated after he made out with Gen but I wasn't-''

''Wait, what?'' He gasped leaning forward over the table, his arms hugging all its surface, his hands on my end. ''Gen? Genevieve, my Gen?''

''Your Gen.'' I said. A bitter feeling raised to my chest at his choice of words. ''The day I left, you guys were playing against NYU and apparently she's a cheerleader for the team. Somehow she ended up at the frat and LJ saw them make out.'' 

''Shit- Rita... I'm s- That fucking sucks, I don't know what to say even.''  Peter said, his face crumpled into a deep frown. 

''I know.'' I took a deep breath. 

''What the fuck was Leo thinking?'' He asked growing protective and somewhat angry. ''If I was there I would have kicked his ass on the spot.'' 

''Alright.'' I laughed fondly but then it hit me. ''How was the beach with Chloe?'' Peter raised one eyebrows first, then it seemed to hit him as well. 

''Good, you know but back to you-'' 

 ''It's okay, really.'' I interrupted. He was lying to me. I didn't know why but it was uneasy nonetheless. I knew he was sick, he wasn't at the beach but I wouldn't ask about it. He probably had some ulterior motive he didn't want to share with me and I respected that. ''It made me realise I didn't like him as much as I thought I did, so, from bad comes good, I guess.''

''Well, for all its worth you looked like you did.'' Peter said.

''Whoever sees faces doesn't see hearts.'' I told him in a smart voice that made him crack a smile.

''He didn't deserve you anyway.'' I looked up from my fingers to find Peter staring right into my eyes. I always wondered what crossed his mind in those moments. Maybe it was I, our memories and story - at least I hoped so.  Peter smiled softly, his dimple greeting me like an old friend. Seeing him smile was the only thing I could replay forever without getting bored of. Seeing him smile was the only thing I wanted to see, even if it was not because of me. ''You're blushing.'' 

''W-what? No I'm not.'' I objected, hiding my cheeks behind the sleeves of my sweater. They were warm, burning. Shit, I was blushing. ''It's the allergies Kavinsky.'' I hissed.

''Hm, hm.'' He chuckled. 

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''Non, non, non, non!'' Mr. Beaumont, the musical's main producer, screamed. His thick french accent echoed desperately trough the auditorium's walls as he rushed to the stage, nearly tripping on himself on the way up the stairs. ''Miss Chloé zat iz not how you do it!'' 

It was nearly two weeks into February. The rehearsals for ''Gigi'' were going great, just not to Chloe.  

''What am I doing wrong this time?'' She asked with an obnoxiously annoyed tone.

''Oh, mon dieu everyzing iz wrong!'' He shouted pulling at his long hair. ''From ze start! ''

I despised Chloe It was true. In fact I nearly hated her and her evil personality but at the same It made my stomach flip how Mr. Beaumont kept continuously embarrassing her ahead of the entire cast and producers. We had been rehearsing one of the songs for two hours and she had barely made it into the chorus. She couldn't sing, she couldn't act, the only thing going for her was the fact she could dance but even that didn't seem to be enough to let things flow.