He was beautiful. This was the first thing I noticed about him. His porcelain features were disguised by a large lock of hair that hung over one side of his face. He wore a casual top with black jeans; to everyone, he was just another student in an already over-populated school. But to me, he was unlike anyone I had ever saw. When he sat next to me,i felt...happier. I had never had that amazing feeling before, with anyone. He was just so…different. Of course, this was a good different. Whenever I was with him, I instantly felt better about myself, and my life. But I soon realised, I wasn't the only one who liked him. And I found myself slowly sliding into the shadows…
"Hey"
I swung round; Peter stood in my hallway.
"Peter! What are you doing here?"
I quickly slammed my laptop shut.
"Wow! You better watch you don't break that, it costs a lot y'know "
I smiled to myself. I still felt guilty for letting Peter buy me it, but I couldn't refuse. After all, his family were mega-rich.
"You haven't answered my question" I spoke playfully, but really, I wished he hadn't come. I didn't know how I felt about Peter these days. I needed to get my head straight before I got lost in his warm eyes. Or ogled his muscular body, which was outlined by the adorable blue shirt he was wearing…
Stop thinking like this!
"Soph?"
I shook myself out of a very inappropriate dream.
"Sorry! I was daydreaming"
" I could tell." His lips formed into a crooked grin. I simply melted; his smile always had that effect on me.
" So, uh, what you doing?"
Something was wrong. I could always tell with Peter. I had known him for years, learned every gesture, every reaction. I knew something was bothering him. But for now, I'd play dumb.
"Nothing. Just…doing some writing."
I debated with myself whether or not to tell him, I didn't write much, he might want to read it. And I didn't want that. If I were obvious, he wouldn't want to read it, maybe.
"Oohh, I never knew you wrote stories!"
Damn. The stupid laptop had clicked back open again, I must of slammed it too hard. The screen was clearly visible, my pathetic attempt at hiding my 'story' had failed.
He squealed with delight, rushing over to my laptop,and in the process swinging his bag off over his shoulder to dump on my desk.
"No! Its really boring. you wouldn't want to read it."
He stopped for a second, turning around in the desk chair to face me.
"Why? Of course I want to read it, you've written it "
He turned back around, opening the laptop fully, and started reading.
"Peter!" I reached forward and hit the shut down button. I'd rather lose my work, than have Peter reading it. I would almost certainly die from embarrassment, or gain myself an awkward friendship.
"Hey! I was reading that! "
"Its. Private."
"Okay…touchy." He flashed another grin. I forgave him immediately.
"So. What were you doing?"
The mood was back to normal; I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Um, not much. "
"Well…lets do something!"
My mind started to conjure up ideas, things Peter would certainly not want to do.
"We could…"
But he interrupted me; Peter always did when he got excited.
"Oh! Lets go see Gabe!"
Gabe was short for Gabriel. He was very sweet. We had all met each other around about the same time in high school. We were our own little group. We didn't need anybody else. But lately, Peter had been hanging around with Gabe a lot more than me. I didn't need anyone to tell me that I was jealous.
"Okay, okay, just let me finish this "
I pointed towards 'the story.' He sighed, knowing I wanted some time to finish it on my own.
"Fine. Can I get changed in your room?"
Without asking, Peter walked away to my room. He always asked, but we both knew that the answer was gonna be yes. Maybe it was his rich upbringing to always ask. But aside from being super-polite, Peter was nothing like his family. When I met them, I refused to believe he was apart of those manipulative, condescending people. They looked down on me the whole time I was there. But Peter would look at me every few minutes, shaking his head and laughing. He obviously didn't take his family very seriously.
Within a few hours,it was easy to tell Peter was very close to his brother, Nathan. They departed the dinner table at one point to go talk in Nathan's office.I simply had to excuse myself,saying i was going to the bathroom,when really i was eavesdropping. I also had to get away from Peter's mother. She was the kind of woman who believed nobody was good enough for her sons. Even though i was just a friend to Peter.
As much as I disliked Peter's family, they intrigued me. So I got to the office, and peeked inside. In private, they stood close when they talked, and when they hugged, Nathan held on to Peter so tightly, as if he would drop dead at any moment. It got me thinking. I sometimes wondered if there were parts of Peter's life that he didn't tell me about. Things he didn't tell anyone about. Not me, not Gabriel....well, I didn't know what he told Gabriel.
Peter obviously told Nathan everything, or so it looked. If they weren't brothers, I would of mistaken them for lovers. Honestly, I would have. The intense stares,the tight hugs...
i shook myself back to reality. i was definetely daydreaming to much today,and i still had'nt written any more of my 'story.'
A cough from my room startled me. i had almost forgetten Peter was still here. He could of been naked,right now,in my bedroom. i resisted the temptation to go sneak a look.
Ok,i have to stop thinking like this. Peter's my best friend!
All thoughts were erased from my mind though,when Peter walked through only wearing a towel.i just hoped i was'nt drooling....
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