Hi, there 😊. I'm so sorry for the delay in update. Our exams started yesterday and well, preparations. I also didn't want to take a break because the period of the exam is a month and that seems like a long time.

Updates for now won't really be regular so bear with me guys 😪. I'll try my best to come up with something when I'm free.

And this chapter is also a bit long so I hope you like it.

Enjoy!!!

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Picture of Peter in the media above. He's definitely an eye candy 🥺😌😘

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Chapter Twenty-three

CYNTHIA

"You are Peter, right?"

I ask again, feeling the need to confirm that the person that had just spoken to me is indeed the same Peter I know.

He stares at me still with the same amused look before finally nodding.

"Wow." The word leaves my mouth and he raises an eyebrow in question. "It's just that I've never heard you speak so I was beginning to think you might actually be..." I trail off, not wanting to use the offensive word that is at the tip of my tongue.

"Dumb?" He offers instead, shocking me once more with his ability to speak before I nod my head in agreement.

"I'm sorry if that sounded offensive. It's just really surprising."

He chuckles just then, a rich, delightful and short musical sound that leaves me even more surprised than when he had spoken.

I mean, the guy can laugh?

The most I've seen his mouth do is lift 'slightly' into a smile so seeing him laugh like this, even if it's a short one and at my expense makes me smile a little too.

His laugh is actually contagious.

He stands from where he's sitting from across the class and comes to sit beside me on the same desk I was sitting on. He isn't sitting really close to me as the space between us is still enough for me to put my hand in but this is the closest he has been to me since I've known him and I find myself checking him out.

Peter is actually very good looking in an intimidating kind of way. He has this 'don't-approach-me' aura around him so you just find yourself staying clear of him because you don't want to get on his bad side. To me, his eyes are the most endearing thing about him, also what makes him actually intimidating. They are always guarded and always staring right at you, they look like they have seen lots of things and are just tired of portraying feelings so you can't tell what he is thinking. And then his skin is-

"You like what you see?" He questions, suddenly turning to me and interrupting my thoughts. I blink once, then twice, having been caught in the action before looking away from him and awkwardly clearing my throat.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him instead.

He shrugs, "I just needed an alone time, away from the guys."

"From Wole and Femi?"

He nods, "They had a fight but have made up now and they wouldn't stop chattering. I was beginning to feel a headache."

Aww, poor boy.

"Was that why you were seated alone in the dark?"

He smiles at the question then looks down at me, his eyes staring right at me. I'm not really someone who is good at making eye contacts but I find myself unable to look away from him, staring at the many layers of feelings in his eyes, wondering what made them that way.

"You tend to stay where you are comfortable in." He replies quietly and it takes a while for the words to get registered in my brain.

When it finally does, my eyes widen a little.

He is comfortable in the dark? Like who the hell stays comfortable in the dark unless you are witch or wizard or an agent of darkness.

Before I can ask why he would be comfortable in the dark, he asks me his question, "Why did you come in here? You needed an alone time too?"

"Not really. I got sent out of the class." I mumble, not feeling too proud of myself.

He gives me that amused look again, "I didn't know you were one to do something that would get you sent out of the class."

"I know right?" I sigh heavily. "It's actually all thanks to your friend. He is really a pain to deal with."

He doesn't say anything to that so I glance up at him and immediately notice that his entire demeanour has changed. The amused look in his eyes, the small smile on his face, they are all gone.

"Is something wrong?" I ask him. He doesn't reply but looks down at me, a smile on his face.

A fake smile on his face. Not the amused one he had few minutes ago.

Something is definitely wrong.

"So, I guess we will be seeing each other in the evening?" He asks, changing the topic. I know he didn't answer my question and although he is still trying to make conversation, this isn't the Peter that had first spoken when I had laid my eyes on him in the classroom.

"In the evening?" I repeat dumbly, not quite getting what he is saying.

"The secret room." He reminds me.

"Ahhh." My mouth falls open in realization. "I actually won't be coming. Something came up at home."

For a moment, I think I see disappointment on his face but it's quickly gone and he just shrugs, "Too bad. I was actually looking forward to seeing you."

Really?

The bell for the next period rings and I know it means I have to leave the class so I can prepare for our next class.

"You should go." He tells me.

"I should." I reply with a nod and turn to him. "How about you?"

"I'll leave soon too."

I stand up from the desk and he does too, towering slightly above me. I look up at him and he looks down at me, none of us saying a word. Then I blink once, then twice, not knowing what I'm supposed to do.

This is awkward.

He steps out of my way and gestures to the door.

Yeah, right. I was leaving.

"Alright then, see you later. " I say to him before heading towards the door. He only smiles at me but I can't tell if it is a real one or a fake one.

When I get to the entrance, I turn to him, deciding to ask him the one thing that has been bothering me since we've begin to talk. He's still sitting on the desk, looking at me and when I turn to him, he raises an eyebrow in question.

"You aren't socially awkward or anything and you know how to make conversations, so why do you keep quiet most times?"

He grins at my words, a dazzling sight to behold. But what's more surprising is his answer, "Because I feel like keeping quiet. I only make efforts for people I like."

"Oh." That's my simple response before getting out of the classroom.

He only makes efforts for people he likes? But he spoke to me, so does that mean he likes me?

He probably does, but not in the way I'm thinking. He speaks to the guys too because he likes them so there's nothing to it.

As I go back to my class, I can't help thinking back to when I was with Peter in the classroom. If I thought of him as odd from a distance, my conversation with him only makes it certain.

He seems... cryptic?

And then I think about Michael who is very annoying. They are like total opposites but they both have one thing in common and they are both very good at it.

Hiding their true feelings.

I also remember how Peter had reacted after I mentioned Michael's name.

Are they on bad terms?

My walking has slowed down as I'm thinking and the ring of the warning bell does well to remind me to walk faster. I push all thoughts of Peter and Michael out of my mind and race to the class before the teacher for the next lesson arrives.

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I count the minutes left before the bell for lunch rings, literally, as it is the only thing stopping me from falling asleep.

Our Geography class is easily the most boring of all the subjects we are taught. It's no wonder that most of the class is already dozing off, even Michael got tired of designing his notes and is now sleeping, his head on the table.

He has been strangely quiet since I got back from the empty classroom. I glance at his sleeping face and catch a small frown on his face. I wonder what he is thinking.

I look at John too and see that he is also trying to keep his eyes open. I don't blame him.

After a few 'agonizing' minutes, the bell finally rings and the students start to sit upright, waiting for the teacher to leave the class. We have to wait for another five minutes before the teacher finally leaves and I can't help wondering why it is always the boring teachers that do not leave the class on time.

I mean clearly, the students are fed up of the class already and aren't even listening so they could just take the hint and leave.

I am putting my books in my bag when Michael sits upright beside me. I glance at him since he still isn't saying a word and I want to ask if something is wrong. I decide to keep quiet though, whatever is wrong with him is none of my business.

"Are you going to keep staring at me or will you meet your friend who is already waiting by the window?" He asks all of a sudden, startling me and he nods towards Grace who waves at me when I look her way.

"I wasn't staring at you. I was just wondering why you've been quiet." I tell him and then he grins in response, startling me.

What the hell?

"So you don't like it when I'm quiet? You want me to bother you?" He asks with a smile and I give him a dry look.

"Are you bipolar or something?" I give him a wary look, not understanding his mood swings; why he was quiet when I came in and why he is now suddenly happy.

The guy needs treatment.

He smiles at me, "Maybe."

"Nevermind." I reply with a roll of my eyes and stand up to meet Grace who is clearly enjoying watching us banter.

"Wait, let's go for lunch together." He says and I freeze, definitely not expecting that. I hear Grace gasp in surprise as I turn to look at him.

Of course, she is also surprised.

I glare at him, "You don't mean that."

"Of course, I do. Why do you look so surprised? What's the big deal?" He asks, looking very clueless.

"I know you are joking." I say with a note of finality and walk out of the class. There's no way we are walking together to the restaurant.

"Hey, bestie." Grace says as I get to her and glances anxiously behind me. "Is he really going together with us?" She whispers.

"No, he is not."

"Actually, I am. We are going to the cafeteria together." He announces with amusement, walking behind us and it only irritates me.

I turn around to tell him to leave us alone but I see John. He is standing at the entrance and is watching us with uncertainty.

Grace must have also seen him because she calls out to him. "John! Come over here, we were just waiting for you."

John glances at her at the mention of his name and then at me. His gaze lingers on me then at Michael and then lands back on Grace. I watch him contemplate what to do and then without a word, he goes back into the classroom.

I start to follow him inside the classroom but Michael places his hands on my shoulder.

"I thought we were going to the cafeteria." He says and I give him an annoyed look and remove his hands from my shoulder.

"I just told you. We are not going to the cafeteria together. You go with your friends usually, and I go with John and Grace. Why do you suddenly want to change that?"

"I already told my friends to meet me at the cafeteria and it isn't my fault that John doesn't want to come along." He replies with a shrug and I glare at him. "At least, there is still Grace." He adds as an afterthought .

"It is your fault John doesn't want to come along. He doesn't like you and it's something I understand and look at Grace, she is uncomfortable at the prospect of walking to the cafeteria with you and so am I." He glances at Grace then and I'm really hoping he will change his mind.

"I guess I will just have to make both of you comfortable." He answers indifferently and I groan in frustration. "It's just a walk not a death sentence." He adds with a roll of his eyes.

Is he serious right now?

"You are not coming with us." I say firmly.

"I'm coming with both of you and that is final." He replies and gestures for me to lead the way.

I glare at him and suppress the urge to punch him in the face. If he isn't going to listen, I'm just going to teach him a lesson by ignoring him. Once he feels left out in whatever conversation we are having, he will surely regret walking with us and who knows, maybe he will never want to walk with us again.

I whisper my intention in Grace's ear and she nods. I glance at Michael who is now walking closely behind us and he gives me a smug smile. It only makes me want to succeed with my plan.

We start to walk in silence to the cafeteria, and of course we are gaining attention. People are staring at us with disbelieving looks and are whispering among themselves.

This is part of what I want to avoid, I thought with a sigh and give Michael a malicious look. He smiles in return and shrugs, earning himself a roll of my eyes.

We walk past the empty classroom and I remember my encounter with Peter. I'm sure Grace would really be interested in hearing it and it will be a perfect opportunity to tune Michael out.

"Grace, you won't believe who I ran into today." I say to her and she glances at me.

"Who?" She asks, feigning interest. I'm sure she is wondering who I could have ran into that she will find unbelievable.

"Peter." I reply and she turns to me at once with all of her attention. I suppress a laugh.

"Really? How? When?" She questions, looking eager to hear the details. I glance at Michael to see if he is listening but he is busy smiling at some girls. I shake my head and face Grace again.

"Well, thanks to a certain someone today, I was sent out of the class during our biology class." I begin to explain and Grace nods eagerly, waiting for me to continue. "And because I didn't want to get caught by another teacher outside the classroom, I had to go to the empty classroom that we just passed now."

"Oh, I understand. So you met him inside the classroom?"

"I didn't even know he was in it at first. The classroom was dark so I thought it was empty." I reply.

"But he was in the dark classroom?" She asks with astonishment.

"I swear to God. I was so surprised when I saw him after I finally opened the windows and I was like 'is that Peter?'" I continue my explanation and she giggles, clearly enjoying the story. I'm about to say something else when I'm suddenly turned around so I'm facing Michael.

He gives me a blank look which makes me stare at him in confusion, "Peter? Peter was the one you ran into?" He asks calmly but I can hear a bit of anxiety in his voice.

"Yes. I thought I mentioned him already." I reply, staring at him warily.

"Did he speak to you? I'm sure he did. How was his- " Grace starts asking excitedly but immediately stops when Michael glares at her.

"Did he say anything to you?" He asks me instead and I narrow my eyes at him.

"And by anything, you mean?"

He says nothing and run his hands across his face.

I stare at him curiously, wondering why he is suddenly acting like this. He looks really anxious.

"It's nothing. You can continue your talk with Grace, I don't think I would be walking with the both of you to the cafeteria after all." He replies and hurries down the stairs.

"What's wrong with him?" Grace asks.

"I don't know." I shrug but it only grows my suspicions.

There is definitely something going on between Peter and Michael.

"Well, now that he is gone, I guess you can tell me how Peter voice sounds like. I really wish I was there with you." She gushes.

"He has a really cool voice." I reply with a smile.

"I knew it!" She exclaims and I chuckle.

Then she begins to talk about how she knew all along that he would have the coolest voice amongst the four of them. I try to listen to her but my mind constantly drifts to what might have caused the friction between Michael and Peter.

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MICHAEL

I watch Cynthia move away from the window and it takes all of my self will to not get up and follow her. I can stand up and follow her though and if the teacher tries to do shit, I'll make sure he regrets it.

I start to stand up, ready to follow her before realising that I'm actually being stupid. It's not like she won't be coming back to the class and we won't be seeing each other again so why the hell do I feel the need to be with her right now instead of making attempts to listen to what the teacher is saying.

Maggie words are just actually turning out to be true. I really am following her around.

Well, I'm seriously thinking of following her around.

Why would I want to do that though? It's starting to seem like I enjoy being with her and spending time with her and that isn't part of the plan at all.

And I don't think I like that realization. I decide to prove to myself that I can be by myself perfectly well without missing her.

So, I stay in the class silently, listening to what the teacher is saying until the bell finally rings and the teacher leaves the classroom. I know she's going to come back into the classroom any minute soon but I think I have to keep my distance, sort out myself too.

When she finally enters the class, I say nothing and she seems to notice that something is wrong. She won't stop glancing at me, a worried look in her eyes and I have to admit to myself that I like the fact that she looks worried for me, even though I like it a bit too much.

The Geography teacher enters the class and God, it's a very boring subject or maybe it has to do with the teacher. She looks like someone that can make even the most interesting of subjects less interesting.

It's also making it harder to not talk to Cynthia to cure myself of the boredom. I enjoy teasing her and it will be a great past time during the lesson instead of staring at my notes and doodling on it.

I don't know how or when but I do know that when the bell finally rings for the end of the lesson, my head is on the table with my eyes closed. I had fallen asleep. And even though the bell had rung, I can still hear the teacher's voice in the background and stifle a groan.

Why won't she leave now?

I slowly open my eyes and find that Cynthia is putting her books in her bag and I also notice her subtle glances towards me. She must be wondering why I am giving her the silent treatment. Honestly, I don't even know why I'm doing that but I do know that I'm tired of not talking to her.

I missed talking to her.

And I still haven't even asked her to be my personal tutor yet.

I wonder what her reaction is going to be when I finally get to ask her. I should probably ask her over lunch.

Or better still, I can get her to eat lunch at our table. Ask her about it in the guys' presence and hopefully, when she agrees, I get to see Peter's face.

Not that he gives a lot of reaction but who knows, Cynthia might evoke a reaction out of him and seeing that will definitely be worth it.

For someone who had even claimed to make everything 'more interesting', he hasn't really been making any attempt. He hasn't even spoken to Cynthia except when we are all together.

I notice Cynthia is now full on looking at me and I hide a smile. She's beginning to care and I guess that's progress. I'm about to tease her about it when I notice her friend, Grace, watching the both of us with an amused expression.

"Are you going to keep staring at me or will you meet your friend who is already waiting by the window?" I ask her and she seems a bit startled by my question. I nod towards Grace and she turns to look at the girl who gives her a slight wave.

She turns back to me and gives me a wary look, "I wasn't staring at you. I was just wondering why you've been quiet."

So she does care. My mouth automatically forms a grin at her words and she seems a bit surprised.

"So you don't like it when I'm quiet? You want me to bother you?" I ask with a smile and I get a dead look in response.

"Are you bipolar or something?" She gives me a skeptical look and I almost burst out into laughter. I know she is referring to how I wasn't talking to her when she came into the class and how I'm now suddenly smiling at her.

I would be worried about me being normal too if I were in her shoes.

I then realise I haven't answered her question and decide to humour her, "Maybe." I say with a smile.

"Nevermind." She replies with a roll of her eyes and stands to meet Grace who is clearly enjoying watching us banter.

"Wait, let's go for lunch together."

That wasn't how I was going to ask but she was about to leave and I wasn't going to let that happen. Her reaction though seems a bit over-the-top as she freezes in her step and turns to look at me, disbelief written all over her face. I hear a gasp from her friend too and had to control the urge to roll my eyes.

They are clearly overreacting. I asked them to go to lunch with me not sleep with me.

She gives me a glare, "You don't mean that."

"Of course, I do. Why do you look so surprised? What's the big deal?"

"I know you are joking." She insists before walking out of the class.

What the-

I sure as hell wasn't joking. I need her at our table to ask her to be my tutor and it's kind of a serious matter.

Well, for me.

I also leave the classroom, trailing behind them and I hear the friend ask her if I'm really going together with them. All the while, glancing anxiously at me and giving me a smile that looks a bit nervous.

"No, he is not." Cynthia tells her.

"Actually, I am." I cut in, glancing at the both of them. "We are going to the cafeteria together." She then turns around to probably shout at me, irritation already sitting on her face but then something catches her attention behind me and I turn to see what it is.

Or rather who?

And not surprisingly, standing at the entrance of the class is Mr. Pretender, looking all confused and uncertain. God knows the guy is a hell of an actor and Cynthia is definitely falling for his schemes.

I really wish I can open her eyes so she can see him for who he really is. He definitely isn't the one who had saved her at the party two years ago and he probably doesn't like her as much as he claims.

Grace is the one who calls out to him first, "John! Come over here, we were just waiting for you."

Erm, no. Actually, I wasn't waiting for him and I would rather we didn't go to the cafeteria together with him at all.

John glances at her at the mention of his name and then at Cynthia. The idiot makes a show of staring at her sadly before finally looking at me. I expect his gaze to harden or something when he looks at me but the look is just kind of impassive. Then he looks back at Grace before looking like he is thinking of something and then goes back into the classroom.

Yeah, that's right. Go back to the classroom. No one wants you here.

I'm still celebrating the fact that he is not coming with us with a mental victory dance when I notice that Cynthia is starting to follow him inside the classroom.

Seriously?

I place my hand immediately on her shoulder to stop her and she turns to look at me, "I thought we were going to the cafeteria."

She gives me an annoyed look and removes my hand from her shoulder unceremoniously, "I just told you. We are not going to the cafeteria together. You go with your friends usually, and I go with John and Grace. Why do you suddenly want to change that?"

"I already told my friends to meet me at the cafeteria and it isn't my fault that John doesn't want to come along." I say with a shrug.

The part of telling my friend to meet at the cafeteria is actually a lie because I haven't spoken with them since morning but we will still end up meeting in the cafeteria so it isn't totally a lie. And it is also true that it isn't my fault John doesn't want to come along. I actually did them a favour and they should be commending my efforts right now instead of looking at me like they wish I drop dead right this second.

"At least, there is still Grace." I add as an afterthought .

"It is your fault John doesn't want to come along. He doesn't like you and it's something I understand and look at Grace, she is uncomfortable at the prospect of walking to the cafeteria with you and so am I."

I glance at Grace and give her a small smile, her gaze falls to the floor but I notice the small smile that is now on her face too. "I guess I will just have to make both of you comfortable. It's just a walk not a death sentence." I say, rolling my eyes at the end.

They are really making a huge deal out of this. We should already be at the cafeteria already but they can't seem to come to an agreement.

"You are not coming with us." She says again.

"I'm coming with both of you and that is final." I insist and gesture for her to lead the way.

She glares at me, looking like she's having an internal battle with herself then she turns to her friend and whispers into her ear. I watch as Grace nods in response, leaving me wondering what she had told her. She then glances at me and I can't help smiling at her.

She gives me a dead look before turning her attention back to Grace and I know if I suggest passing the 'out-of-bounds' stairs instead of the normal one, I might end up receiving a punch from her or ruining the chance of walking with her to the cafeteria in the end.

But then people begin to stare and girls are looking at me with that dazed look in their eyes. I smile at one such girl and she gives me a faint look. I just hope no one plans to touch me or make it weird for me.

Just look and pass, people.

Look and pass. No touching.

"Well, thanks to a certain someone today, I was sent out of the class during our biology class." Those words brings me back to them, knowing she's referring to me and I press my lips together to keep from smiling. We were actually discussing together, she should stop trying to blame me. Grace looks eager to hear her story and well, I'm a bit interested too. I would have asked her myself about what had happened when she had gone out of the classroom if I wasn't so busy berating myself for beginning to get attached to her.

I might as well listen to her story now.

"And because I didn't want to get caught by another teacher outside the classroom, I had to go to the empty classroom that we just passed now." She continues.

"Oh, I understand. So you met him inside the classroom?"

Him?

I don't like the sound of that.

"I didn't even know he was in it at first. The classroom was dark so I thought it was empty." She replies.

"But he was in the dark classroom?" Grace asks with astonishment.

Who the hell are they talking about? And why the hell do they look so excited talking about the him?

"I swear to God. I was so surprised when I saw him after I finally opened the windows and I was like 'is that Peter?'" She replies to Grace and my mind first goes blank before I actually begin to process her words.

Peter? She had ran into Peter? Shit!

The sound of Grace giggling at her story even begins to annoy me the more and before she can continue her story, I turn her around to face me so I can confirm what I had heard or hopefully, thought I heard.

Cynthia stares up at me in confusion, clearly not understanding what's going on, "Peter? Peter was the one you ran into?" I try to ask calmly.

"Yes. I thought I mentioned him already." She replies, staring at me warily.

I really hope he hadn't mention anything to her. Peter is someone who is very unpredictable. What if he had mentioned to her that the reason I approached her is so I could get her to like me so I can prove a point?

God, that even sounds so wrong in my head.

But if he had told her that, she wouldn't be staring at me right now. Looking a bit clueless and concerned.

"Did he speak to you? I'm sure he did. How was his- " Grace starts asking excitedly but immediately stops when I turn to look at her, more like glare at her.

"Did he say anything to you?" I ask Cynthia instead.

She narrows her eyes at me, "And by anything, you mean?"

How do I even begin to explain the lots of possibilities of things he could tell her and how none of them will be in my favour.

I run my hand across my face, feeling really frustrated with myself and this situation. I need to talk to Peter and know just what damage he might have done and how to sort it out.

I catch Cynthia staring at me, curiousity all over her face and I realise I'm only giving her more things to think of. I haven't even answered her question.

"It's nothing. You can continue your talk with Grace, I don't think I would be walking with the both of you to the cafeteria after all." I reply before hurriedly climbing up the stairs, hoping that the guys haven't gone down to lunch just yet.

I walk as quickly as I can to the class and I breathe out a sigh of relief when I see only Peter in the class. He is standing in front of his desk and looks like he is actually about to leave.

Then he turns around and sees me watching him and raises an eyebrow in question.

The fact that he seems all calm and collected when I'm basically having an internal turmoil makes me want to throw a punch across his face. He is the reason I'm like this in the first place, he made the stupid proposition.

Deciding against the punch, I take a deep breath and ask him about why he was with Cynthia.

He smiles at my question and looks like he is thinking about what I had asked him, taking his time.

That bastard, he really loves to get on my nerves, doesn't he?

"So she told you we were together? I didn't know you guys have gotten that close." He replies in an almost mocking voice. That wasn't the answer to the question I just asked.

"Don't play with me, Peter. What the fuck did you tell her?"

He infuriates me more by trying to keep his laughter in. I clench my hands into fists beside me and he notices it because he quickly raises his hand in mock surrender.

"Chill, man. If you are scared I told him about why you approached her, you have nothing to worry about. I'm not actually that desperate, you know?" He says, still smiling then drops his hands down.

I feel like a huge weight has been lifted from me after his words and I tell myself to calm down, reminding myself that I still have it all under control.

He pinches the bridge of his nose while pressing his lips together and I know he's still trying hard not to smile or grin.

He's really making a show of trying though, seeing as it has always been easy for him not to smile.

"Just say whatever it is you want to say." I tell him flatly.

"It's just that I can understand why you might be falling for her. She's beautiful and kind of adorable." He mentions with a grin and I find my hands clenching into fists by my side again.

He has no right to consider her beautiful and adorable. And I'm definitely not falling for her.

"Not like it's any of your business but I'm not falling for her." I say through clenched teeth and he only raises an eyebrow as if to say 'Really?'

I hate this guy. Like seriously hate him.

"That's so bad then." He replies, looking like he actually finds it sad then he begins to walk out of the classroom.

No, he isn't going away just yet. He has to tell me why it's so bad that I'm not falling for her.

I pull him back by his arms and drop my hand when he glances at them like dirt. I roll my eyes at his obvious distaste but still go ahead with my question.

"What do you mean by 'that's so bad'?" I ask him and when he smirks at me in response, I mentally decided it might be better if I don't hear his answer.

But then he shrugs, "I just feel it would be more fun if you were falling for her. That would surely make it all the more interesting." He answers with a smile. "Don't you think so?"

And without waiting for my response, he walks out of the class, leaving me to go over the conversation I just had with him and not understanding what his last response to me was supposed to mean.

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Who just loves Peter? I can't decide yet but he is surely working his way up as one of my favourite characters of this book.

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