Angel [Peter Kavinsky]

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6:00 pm
Portland, Oregon
Me and Kitty were sprawled out on the couch watching the golden girls and eating popcorn, I popped a few pieces in my mouth.
"What do you think Margot's doing tonight?"
Kitty shrugged.
"Crack." I sat up and looked at Kitty with a serious face.
"Kitty, why would you say that." She smiled and explained to me what she meant.
"It's how Scottish people say fun. Like, 'You're a good craic.' I looked it up." I shook my head and we sat in silence for a second.
"It's weird not having her here, huh?" Kitty nodded and popped a few pieces of popcorn in her mouth.
"It's weird not having Josh here, too. I miss his Blanche impression." I nodded and Kitty brought me the sad truth.
"You know, Isabella, if you had a boyfriend, then.. maybe you wouldn't have to drive at all 'cause he would take us places." I patted her head with a passive smile on my face.
"If that's what it takes, I think you're stuck with me." Kitty sat up with her eyes still on the TV.
"I dunno. What about the guy you almost killed the other day?" I almost chocked on the popcorn, like literally died.
"He's dating Gen." Kitty raised an eyebrow.
"So? It's not just that... Don't you find it kinda depressing that it's Saturday night, and you're having a Golden Girls marathon with your little sister?" I scoffed.
"No. I love the Golden Girls, and I love hanging out with you." I booped he nose and she pushed my hand away.
"Okay, I'm not telling you this to make you feel bad, but, Isabella, I'm 11 and I canceled plans to be here tonight. And well, you're 16, and I don't think you had anything else going on, am I right?" I clutched my heat pretending to be hurt.
"That is way harsh, Kitty." She shrugged and smirked.
"The truth hurts, Isabella." we watched a few more episodes before I walked up to my room to get some sleep.

[morning]

It was 7:00 am and I got up to get ready for school, I did my usual morning routine and put on a simple outfit today.
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I put on some white vans and grabbed my backpack and Kitty followed me to the car and she got in. She didn't bring her helmet today which really surprised me, I thought that was going to be an everyday thing. I started the car and drove towards school.

[School]

This morning I dropped Kitty off and went to my school. Right now it's 2nd period gym and we are running laps in the field. I was in a blue t-shirt and black leggings and me and Rosie were talking.
"What'd you do last night?" She asked while running.
"I finished another book. It was so good." She rolled her eyes at me playfully.
"Another bodice ripper, you little perv." I laughed.
"I enjoy them for their camp." She scoffed.
"Yeah, right!" I shrugged.
"Don't worry, girl."
"No judgment." I heard someone running behind us and they put their hand on my shoulder.
"Hey! Can I talk to you?" I looked at Rosie confused and then at Peter.
"Um, me?" I pointed at myself and he nodded.
"Yeah." Rosie crossed her arms playfully and looked at Peter.
"Hey, PK, I heard my cousin dumped you for a college student, that true?" He raised an eyebrow.
"I heard you have a tail. Is that true, Rosie?" Rosie nodded.
"Yep, really cute. Like a little piggy."
"I need to talk to... I need to talk to Isabella . Alone." Rosie nodded and patted my shoulder.
"If you need me, I'll be in the nurse's office, with a migraine, Googling Justin Trudeau shirtless." I rolled my eyes and she walked off.
"Look, I wanted to say that I really... I appreciate it, but it's never gonna happen." I was very lost at that sentence.
"I'm sorry, what?" He Pulled out the letter that I thought he would never be able to get his hands on. My heart dropped to the deepest pit of my stomach, I felt light headed.
"Ok. From what I remember that kiss was hot, you know, for being in seventh grade, and I think it's really cool that you think I have golden specks in my eyes. It's just, Gen and I are in a really weird place right now. I don't know what you hoped to accomplish. Whoa! Hey, Isabella." The light headed feeling got stronger and I fell to the ground before fainting, holy crap, were all of the letters sent out? Who did it? Did someone find the box? So many questions raced through my mind before I felt someone softly smack my face.
"Isabella! Isabella, wake up. Hello? Hey, can I get some help over here? Hey. Hey... Wake up! Are you okay?" I looked around completely forgetting the previous events.
"What happened?" Peter stood up.
"You fainted."
"Oh...okay." I rubbed the back of my head.
"Here, give me your hand." I gave him my right hand.
"And the other one, too. Come on, you got this. Here we go." He pulled me off of the ground and I rubbed the pebbles off of my pants.
"And you're up. Want me to call someone, get you some water?" I shook my head.
"No, I'm okay." He furrowed his eyebrows slightly.
"You sure." The previous events came back to my mind and my heart dropped back to my stomach.
"Oh, my God. Oh, my God!" He looked at me very confused.
"Oh... Okay. Wha..." The coach blew his whistle and pointed at me.
"Hey! Stop that! Two more laps for you, Covey!" Peter handed me the letter and I jumped on him and kissed him as Josh came over. After that I ran into a random stall and I thought of all the possible people who could have sent those letters.
"Hey, Isabella, you in there?" It was lucas the guy I danced with at home coming, he mostly got his as well.
"No." I buried my face in my hands and my voice came out muffled. I stepped out of the stall and Lucas was there.
"Look, I didn't mean to barge in on you. I saw you run in here and I wanted to make sure you're OK, and, uh... thought you might want that back. It seemed a little personal." He handed me the letter and I studied it for a moment.
"Lucas, I wrote this years ago." He nodded.
"Freshman homecoming, right? I had a lot of fun that night, too. But I feel like I should tell you, though, you know I'm gay, right?" I shook my head even though I did know, and so did the whole school practically.
"I did not. Yes. Of course, yes. I... I did. I did." I confessed to knowing.
"But don't like tell anyone, though. I'm out and I'm not ashamed. You know, my mom knows. My dad kinda knows. It's just..." I nodded and finished his sentence.
"High school."
"High school. Yeah." He repeated.