Gen dumped Peter on the bleachers for everyone to see, not making a scene, but definitely putting on a show.
She kept saying loud enough for everyone to hear how it wasn't him, it was her and how she didn't want to hurt him and string him along because she'd met someone else.
The tears in her eyes looked so real when she asked if they could still be friends...
Peter Kavinsky was having the worst day of his life. Well okay, not the worst, obviously, but today was definitely up there.
At least she had waited to do it last period. Peter could skip last period. It was his free period that he normally spent with Gen.
He did his best not to think about it. By the time he got to the school parking lot he was practically running to his Jeep. Peter didn't feel like crying at school today.
When he gets home, he grabs the mail. His mother works longer hours now and it's one less thing for her to worry about when it's sorted neatly on the counter.
As he separates the bills from advertisements, Peter sees the envelope, addressed to him in beautiful calligraphy. He takes in his surroundings, wary.
Who would send me a letter?
Peter carefully opens it and pulls out the neatly folded piece of paper.
It feels fancy, the stationary looks handpicked.
Peter opens the letter and reads.