Noah Centineo Imagines

Passing Notes Part 2-Peter Kavinsky

I walked into school the next day, unable to stop the smile from forming when I saw Peter leaning against my locker. He sent me a weird face as we made eye contact, making me laugh.

I walked up to my locker, laughing when I noticed Peter purposefully blocking it. "Peter," I sighed teasingly.

"What?" He asked, faking innocence. I sent him a look that made him break. He dramatically stepped aside so I could get to my locker.

As I was putting books away and grabbing others, I felt Peter standing behind me. I gasped when he wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned his chin on my shoulder.

"What are you doing?" I laughed.

"A new guy on my team is checking you out and I don't like it," he whispered. I laughed but instantly stopped.

Peter doesn't have to keep his teammates away from you. They already avoid you like the plague.

I cleared my throat as I unwrapped his arms from me. "He probably wasn't," I mumbled. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Peter studying me, a hurt expression on his face.

I closed my locker and turned around to see Peter still studying me. "What?" I asked.

"He was, Y/N."

"Yeah, right." I laughed, rolling my eyes. I tried to walk to class, but Peter stopped me.

"His name is Jake. He made the team this year. Whenever he sees you at practice or our games, he asks me about you and what your deal is."

"My deal?" I scoffed. "You don't have to lie to me, Peter. I doubt any guy on your team would check me out."

I walked a few steps away from him before he caught up to me. "Y/N, stop." He grabbed my hand and spun me around. His eyes bore into mine like he was trying to read my expression.

With his hand still wrapped around mine, he reached in his back pocket and took out a folded piece of paper. I looked down and read my name written on the top in Peter's handwriting.

"This is for you," he whispered. I looked up at him before looking back down at the note. I hesitated before grabbing it from him.

When I looked back up at him, his note in my hand, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to my cheek. Peter pulled away and just looked at me before turning on his heel and walking to class.

I bit back a smile as my cheek burned where he kissed it. My stomach dropped when I saw Gen glaring at me. I shoved the folded note into my pocket before putting my head down and scurrying off to class.

* * * * *

The next few days, Peter kept handing me notes, slipping them into my backpack, or dropping them on my desk as he walked by. Every time he did, it seemed like Gen was always there, watching us.

And she was pissed.

I was sitting at lunch, trying to avoid Gen's murderous glare, when someone sat in front of me, making me jump.

"You've been abnormally jumpy lately," Peter laughed. His smile fell when he saw me picking at the wrapper on my waterbottle. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," I stuttered. I looked over his shoulder to see Gen still glaring at me.

"Y/N, what are you. . ." He followed my gaze to see Gen glaring at me. She instantly smiled and waved when he looked at her. Peter turned back towards me, his jaw clenched.

"What did she say to you?" He asked through gritted teeth.

"She didn't say anything," I stuttered.