Impossible to resist him

Chapter 8 ❤️ Pajama Party

I hadn't heard of Pete for almost three days until I heard a chimesound in my room the morning of the third day.

I have already been awake for several minutes when my phone rings, butI still have trouble lifting my head from my pillow, I wince in thelight of day. I feel the top of my bedside table in search of my glasses that I put on my nose, before taking my phone in my hands. On my uniform wallpaper is a message from the young man with tattoos and bleached hair that I haven't heard from for more than 48 hours:

Pete:Star Wars marathon with us tonight? xx

Isn't the scolded?

Of course, I am too flattered by the invitation that I do not ask myself more questions and accept the next second.

Me?Can you resist Peter Wentz? I don't think so.

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"So,I heard about the news ..."

I turn to my sister who wears a mischievous little smile on her face.

"What news ? "

asked him, frowning.

I look around the kitchen to make sure this conversation stays private. If my parents were there to know that I was falling in love with their neighbor's son, they would invite him to dinner and show him my baby photos. I'm not sure he would want to see me again after that.

"I know you're going to Pete's house tonight.

-Yeah,and? "

She does not answer me and continues to prepare her lunch. I do the same and sit down at the kitchen table when a question suddenly flashes through my mind.

"Wait...how did you know I'm going to his place?"

-I have my connections, she told me in a mysterious tone.

-Megan,please.

-Ok,ok. He asked me for your favorite movie last night, she admits,throwing her hands back.

-Why would he ask my 16 year old little sister for my favorite movie?

-Pfft,I don't know, she answers, chewing a spoonful of cereal.

-It's a rhetorical question, Meg. "

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I ring at the door of Mr. and Mrs. Wentz's chalet at 7:30 p.m. sharp,backpack on my shoulders.

A tall, dark-skinned woman answers me with a big smile. She is Pete's mother. It was the woman who had banned him from going out three days earlier.

I fall of this isn't planned, I'm gonna put my friend in the shit.

It seems to me that the house looks more imposing than before, doesn'tit?

Is mile shyly at the woman in the pumps standing in front of me. Shes cans me from head to toe then her smile widens.

"You must be Patrick," she said, holding out her right hand to me. I am Dale, Peter's mother.