Ruled, ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴋᴀᴠɪɴsᴋʏ

to real to be fake

The bright, talented and handsome number fourteen of the renowned UCLA's lacrosse team was the same boy who's presence was so influential he'd get everyone in a room to laugh within seconds after walking inside. Peter Kavinsky truly was someone that so effortlessly, could turn even the saddest person's frown into a laugh and that's why the girl didn't take his statement serious.

He was a jokester so Rita broke down in laughter. She couldn't help it. The words coming out of his mouth were the pinnacle of comedy.

''Oh, come on.'' She shook her head, cleaning the happy tears at the corners of her eyes. ''Let's go eat, I'm starving. Plus I got to tell you something, like, really big-''

"No. This isn't a joke." He said, face red as if he was angered. The shine in her eyes faded as she noticed he wasn't giving the joke up. Her heart sunk. Maybe it wasn't a joke. The realization forced Rita to hold her laugh in a knot in the middle of her throat. It ached. ''Please don't make this harder than it has to be.'' Then just like that he wasn't red anymore. His voice was shaking and he looked like he was on the verge of breaking down.

"Are you for real??" Peter nodded. "Why didn't you break up with her?" It was Rita's turn to be on the verge of breaking down. She could feel the urge to cry stuff her chest entirely, to the point it was hard to even breath. "Did she make it hard? What-''

''I didn't break up with her because I'm in love with her.'' He spoke quickly before Rita could even finish her sentence.

"What?" She tilted her head. Nausea swirled unrestrained in her stomach. Her heart suddenly felt as if her blood had become tar as it struggled to keep a steady beat.

"Please don't make me repeat it." He pleaded with honesty all over his tone. For someone who was not going to get hurt out of the situation he looked awfully affected. So much that it didn't help to validate it.

"So, you're telling me you love Chloe?" Rita spoke with spite, her jaw clenched. Peter nodded. "And do you love me?"

"Don't do this." He asked frowning. "Don't make me say it."

"Peter do you love me?" She raised her voice above his and saw how he flinched at it.

"No." He gulped. ''I didn't see it sooner but after today's lunch...'' He stopped for a while but then,and as if the next sentence burn his every cell, he spoke clearly. ''I realised it's with Chloe I want to be with. Not with you.''

Hearing that was torture and the girl couldn't handle a second more of being humiliated. As she turned around to leave, her head swam with regret and her heartache felt like an insatiable fire was burning all oxygen in her body, leaving her more lifeless and empty by the second.

How many heartbreaks can a single person cause another? Peter was for sure trying to figure that out.

By the time she reached the stairway her body gave up. She couldn't walk anymore. Her anxiety was peaking and the panic was too much to handle. So she sat down, on the very first step and cried it out. The sound of her sadness was hunting as it echoed against the walls. She didn't want to cry but there was nothing that could stop the tears from falling, or her chest from violently sobbing.

How many times would she let Peter break her heart? He was never gentle about it. No. Whenever he did it, it felt like she was being burned alive and thrown at the wolves to finish the job.

That was thing about Peter. He was intense and everything he did matched.

How many times would she let him drain her life away? And how could someone even give the other so much life just to harvest it away like it didn't mean anything?