Thalia

The car ride to Peter's house was completely silent. I stared out the window the whole time, never looking away. When we pulled into Peter's driveway, Rhys hadn't even turned off the car before I was out and pounding on the door. Simon answered giving me a dirty look for being so impatient, but once he saw how distressed I looked, his expression quickly softened.

"Miss Moore, I-" I ignored him and quickly made my way up the stairs.

I passed Leo, who looked at me worriedly. "Thalia, what's-"

"Nothing." I said quickly before I turned down the hall towards my room.

I was so stupid. What in the hell was wrong with me, I couldn't do anything correctly. I closed the door and climbed onto my bed, pulling my knees up to my chest and covering my face.

Why was I such a screw up?

I heard voices come from outside of my room, three to be specific: Leo, Peter, and Rhys. Though I couldn't hear what they were saying, I knew that Rhys was no doubt explaining to Leo and Peter that he had no clue what was wrong with me, despite him being with me the whole time.

"Hey, Lea." I heard a familiar voice say calmly. I refused to look up. I heard a sigh and felt the bed dip as the person sat down beside me. "Can you look up at me, please? I don't really like feeling like I'm talking to myself."

I blinked away the tears that were clouding my vision before looking up and seeing honey brown irises looking at me in worry. He had cleaned up and changed recently, which I could tell based on his damp hair as well as the white tee shirt and black, ripped jeans that had replaced his previous clothes. "There she is!" Peter cheered softly. "Now," He used his thumb to brush a tear off of my cheek and warmth instantly spread throughout my body. "Can you tell me what happened?"

I was quiet for a few more second before I mumbled, "I don't want to talk about it."

Peter nodded. "But it would help if you did. Plus," He crossed his legs on the bed and propped his elbows onto his knees before holding his face in his hands and smirking at me. "I'm a good listener."

I couldn't help but crack a small smile. That was one of the many things I liked about Peter. It wasn't just his physical appearance that drew me in. It was also his charming demeanor and his ability to turn some of the saddest moments into one that could make me laugh. It was just one of Peter's most charismatic traits. It was something only he could accomplish.

I took a deep breath. "Corey..." I began.

"What?" Peter demanded, his demeanor instantly changing. "Corey what? What did he do? Did he hurt you?" Peter's eyes flashed with anger."I swear to God, if Corey laid one FINGER on you I'll-"

"NO!" I blurted out. I was so shocked that Peter would turn on Corey like that on such short notice with such little evidence. But maybe, it was just because of all the stress that everyone was under. "No. Corey didn't hurt me..." I repeated softly. "I hurt him."

Peter blinked."I'm sorry...I don't understand."

"While I was at his house, I guess Corey and I had a moment and he tried to kiss me, but...I turned him down." I said. "He asked me what was wrong with him and I tried...I tried to explain to him, but..." Images of Corey's pained eyes kept running through my head and I couldn't help but cry some more. "He wouldn't listen. I should have handled it better. I should've been gentler. I should've-" I choked on my own sobs and Peter instantly pulled me into a hug.

"Hey, it's alright Princess. We all have our reasons." He said soothingly. "You're not the bad guy here. If you don't like Corey like that, its fine." He pulled away and looked me in the eyes as I sniffed.

"Look," He began, "I know Corey. He just needs time. He needs time to process, move on and accept. He's a logical person and emotions...aren't really his thing."

"Emotions don't seem to be any of you guys', 'things'." I joked, making quotation marks with my fingers when I said 'things'.

Peter chuckled, but didn't object. I was glad, honestly. I didn't feel like arguing right now. Once our soft laughter died down, he turned to me. "So," He began. "Are you feeling better?"

Genuinely, no. I still felt like crap. "Yeah." I lied with a smile. "I actually feel a lot better. Thanks, Peter."

He smiled softly. "Anytime, Lea. Besides, we can't have you all depressed at Fiona's wedding next Saturday."

My eyes widened. "N-Next Saturday?" I asked.

Peter gave me a weird look. "Um...yeah. Last time I checked."

"Oh my gosh time has gone by way too quickly." I breathed.

Peter grinned. "Well, it's supposed to when you're having fun."

I felt my heart skip a beat as Peter smirked at me. He quickly turned away and climbed off of the bed. "Well, I have literally nothing to do right now. You got any plans?" I gave him a deadpanned look. He held up his hands in surrender. "You're right. You're right."

Peter ran his fingers through his hair and looked over at me. "You like ice cream?"