NOBODY COMPARES TO YOU💘

Prologue

30th May, 2014
I know everything is messed up. Nope. Very messed up. Gen is in the parking lot in front of my car with my phone. Irritation is boiling up on her face. I didn't delete THAT screenshot . Why should THAT screenshot be emphasized? Well Gen's my girlfriend and THAT photo is hers. Her not being Gen but Lara Jean Covey. I had a crush on her since like 6th grade. Crush is a term that could be used for every seventh girl in school whom you find attractive but I don't know, there was something different about Covey .We don't talk about her. The topic Lara Jean is off limits. It's better that way, because somewhere in the back of my mind, I jump up every time I hear her name. Yeah whatever, a normal unpopular girl makes me, Peter Kavinsky, jump. Make fun of me, laugh. Whatever.

Lara Jean Covey, Genevieve, Allie Feldman, John Ambrose McClaren, Trevor Pike, Christine and Peter Kavinsky had been friends forever. But Gen wasn't really interested in continuing the amends and as far as high school goes, guess you can never have friends for lifetime. Gen and I became *that* couple of the school, which is really amusing considering I don't even feel a spark between us. I only started dating her because after being friends for so long, it would be awkward, after already losing Lara Jean for this popularity, I couldn't lose Gen too.

Also I didn't like being so obsessed with a girl, Peter Kavinsky can't lose his brain cells over some girl, girls lose brain cells over Peter Kavinsky. I had been feeling so stupid and not dating Genevieve would have been a nice addition to my hypocrisy. And now I am not extra attached to Lara even though I tend to speak a little too much about her at times. Gen likes that I don't look at other girls but Gabe approximately thought I had a crush on Lara Jean, it was so hard to convince him otherwise. I hope Gen's observation isn't as good as Gabe's.

Finally shifting past everyone and reaching my car, I peek behind Gen and rest my elbow on the roof of the car to see what she was looking at. I imagined her to be looking at that picture of Lara Jean but what I see is surely rather astounding, it is Jamila Singh's Instagram post in a bikini beside the pool in her house. When I see what Gen was looking at, I approximately let out a laugh, the likes, they are 9000 and something, more than Gen's most liked post. The number was 8,986 as of before 5th period (I have that number memorised because if there's anything she's more proud of than dating Peter Kavinsky, it's having those likes).

That's when Gen's groan pulls me out of my thoughts saying "Do you see that? Now she's the Genevieve of her school ugh!" I can't help but laugh when I hear those words, it's funny how she is frowning so hard because someone has more likes than her while I have serious problems like liking an unpopular girl when I have a girlfriend, when I'm the most popular guy.

Gen glares at me like she will pierce my forehead using her eyes while I laugh. Oh Peter why? Why do you always laugh like an animal when you're supposed to keep it inside your head. Before I try to mend the situation Gen lets out her scoff while thrusting my phone in her pocket and in a mean voice says, "Ya Ya Ya laugh, anyway she's better than me, right?"

Shit. How do I deal with this now.

I quickly try to cover it up by letting out a huge laugh again,"No. I am laughing cause I didn't know my Genevieve would think that a random girl in a different school is better than her just because she has more likes on a post. And that makes an ex I don't even remember better than the most gorgeous person I've ever seen."

I quickly place my palms on her elbows and continue,"Shut up stupid. It doesn't matter. I love you." Now staring at Lara Jean everyday in chem and gym and being attracted, I feel like a traitor at times when I tell Gen that I love her.

Gen quickly hugs me with a smile and says, "Thank you. I love you too." I place my hands on hers and take her inside the car, I'm so relieved that my secret is not out in the open. I would've hated if the secret I've been keeping since 6th grade got out just before my Junior year starts.

Gen turns to me and says in a low voice which is rare, "I love you Peter, thank you, really." Thank you? So many times? Woah I feel so bad, being stupid enough to fall for Lara Jean.

"Oh Gen, come on, no thank yous here, you don't talk to me that formally!" I say turning towards her and squeezing her hands and then turning back, I start the car. That's when I remember the screenshot and tense myself again. How am I careless enough to screenshot her pictures anyway?

That's when I feel Gen's hands slightly brushing my thigh and hear her say, "Peter? You there?"

"Oh yeah sorry, got distracted... umm? What were you saying?"

"Big day tomorrow? With the extra Lacrosse practice and well these summers?"

Oh Lacrosse shit. I hadn't even thought about it until now, i really would've left the class if she didn't remind me, "Oh yeah totally, just tensed. I really want to be really good this time."

She quickly smiles and says, "It's going to be fine, why are you tensed? You'll pull it off flawlessly, you always do. You fine though? You seem distracted."

Because I've apparently started to like your ex-best friend a little too much now.

"Nothing, told you, Lacrosse..."

"Yeah..."

I suddenly start driving a bit faster, I just want to be alone now even though we're already pretty close to her house, it's approximately next to the school. As we reach her door, I really reach a mood where I want to get rid of her but trying to be as nonchalant as possible, I say it like a joke, "Here comes your stop, miss!"

She looks at me with a smile and says, "Listen, if you have some problem, tell me, remember I love ya, see you soon, goodbye! Oh and your phone, here."

Why does she feel like she cares for me more than any person ever could suddenly when I'm already guilty enough?

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