She was pretty sure she wasn't supposed to be where she was. The boys' locker room was down the left side of the hallway, the ladies' to the right. She was bad with directions, but even she couldn't argue that she was this bad.
It was an accident, really.
Eavesdropping wasn't her forte. But once she heard her name come from Tyler's mouth, she was frozen in place.
"Saw you come in with Abigail today."
"And?" Pete's response was bland, to say the least.
"Wasn't expectin' it, is all," Tyler replied. "Did you pick her up?"
"I did," was the confirmation, in a clipped tone. "What of it?"
"Nothing, mate."
"You into her, yeah?" Trent was so much blunter than the youngest member of the sect, and she appreciated that almost.
"I guess," Pete said in an aloof tone. Her heart hurt a bit at that. "She's fun to be with."
"Fun to be with?" Trent's question sounded incredulous. "My boy, you haven't been far from her for weeks. That's more than fun. That means something."
Bless Trent. Bless him in all the religions.
"She's…I dunno, she's cool. I don't feel like have to be Pete Dunne with her. Just Pete."
"You're in love with her."
She was pretty sure her breath caught in her chest the same way Pete's probably did at Tyler's declaration.
"Oh… oh come on, man. It's not that serious," Pete eventually replied, though even she could hear the lack of conviction in his tone through the door. Even so, his denial made her wonder.
"You'll realize it soon enough," Tyler argued, a chuckle following. "Just, don't take too long, yeah? Abbie isn't something you wanna lose out on."
It was then that she decided she'd heard enough and scurried off towards the ladies' locker room. Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest as she replayed the boys' conversation in her head. She couldn't help but wonder how Pete would speak to her later that night, if he would be any different. She almost hoped he would be. Love was a risk with Pete, but for all his rough edges, she was willing to take those hits.