Chapter Four

"Come on Lara Jean. Pick up, pick up, pick up!"

I groan in frustration. I've called her at least three times now and she hasn't answered her phone. This wasn't like her, not usually anyways. I knew she finished class at 1 and it was nearly seven and she hasn't answered her phone once nor has she called me back.

I'm starting to panic. Where the hell is she? I think to myself. There's no way she wouldn't call me back before the most important game of my college career. That wasn't Lara Jean, she wouldn't do something like that. She knew how nervous, scratch that, how nervous I am for the game tonight. The whole town is here. People from high school are here! Where the hell was she?

"Yo scrub, five minutes," my captain yells at me. Even after a month of countless practices and exhibition games, I'm still the scrub. It's probably because I'm the only freshman to make the varsity team and first-string. Every other freshman was either benched or second-string.

"I'm coming!" I yell back. I have no time for his shit right now. I need to know where Lara Jean is. I try her cell once more. Straight to voicemail. I hope she's okay.

She has to be ... right?

"Cass come on, Josh is waiting for us," I yell to her from about five feet away. The game is about to start in ten minutes and we're nowhere near the field. I was anxious now. I've had to ignore Peter's calls four times in a row. At least Josh knew I was here, even though I had sworn him to secrecy.

"Alright, I'm coming! Jesus woman, you in a rush or something?" Cass asks coolly as she points her car remote towards the car. The car beeps in response.

"That's not funny!" I reply as I hug my leather jacket into me. The road trip hadn't taken nearly as long as I thought it would. We managed to head back to my house to change, do our makeup, and drop off our overnight bags. Since we decided to stay the weekend, we decided we would stay at my place while my family was out of town. With my father's permission of course.

"LJ, I was kidding. Besides Peter doesn't even know you're here yet and may I say he is gonna lose his shit when he sees you. I truly am a fashion guru!" Leave it to Cass to be modest.

She had been right though, she truly did work some magic. After a month of knowing her, I've learned one thing when it comes to fashion little pieces make all the difference. My wardrobe wasn't terrible but this was a welcomed improvement. I felt different. I felt like college Lara Jean. I get to dress however I wanted to.

I knew exactly where to find the field and within moments, I see Josh standing next to the bleachers. The exact spot where he told us to meet him. He looked different. Not a bad different, a good different. He looked older and his hair was longer and curlier than I remembered. College was definitely changing all of us.

He catches my eyes and within seconds a smile spreads across his face. Josh was my first boy friend. Notice the space between boy and friend. If it wasn't for my infatuation for him, I would have never started dating Peter. I would have never fallen in love with Peter and that is something I would always be indebted to him and Kitty for that matter.

"Lara Jean!" he cries and in seconds were hugging. I missed my best friend.

"Josh! It's so good to see you. I feel like it's been forever!"

"That's because it has! God, you look different. Not a bad different, a good different. I can't believe you're here."

"Honestly, me neither. All credit to this one," I saw as I point to Cass behind me, "Josh meet Cassandra. Cassandra meet Josh." I can see it in his eyes, he's crushing on her.

"Ah lucky number five it's nice to meet you. Call me Cass," she says sticking out her hand. I can tell Josh is nervous, he probably didn't anticipate that I would tell her the full, real story about my letters.

"Yeah," he says as he lets go of her hand and rubs the back of his neck nervously, "that would be me. It's nice to meet you too. Should we go find some seats?"

As we walk to through the bleachers, one thought crosses my mind. I can't wait to see him.

Come on Kavinsky, get your head in the game. I think to myself. If I was being honest, my mind has been elsewhere today. I still hadn't heard from Lara Jean and I tuned out about ninety percent of coach's spiel. I didn't care though. I was too worried about Lara Jean.

As we made our way towards the field, I could help but take in how different everything felt. This wasn't what I was used to. I didn't have a whole states' hopes and dreams riding on my shoulders in high school. Lacrosse was the third-largest sporting event at UVA and nearly everyone in the state had come out to see the home opener. The stadium was bigger, the crowd was large and I wanted more than anything to just see her there. I knew she was live streaming it but it wasn't the same. She should have been here!

I watch as the ball is tossed up in the air signalling the opening of the match. Put your game face on Kavinsky, your girl is watching, I think as I throw myself into the game. Coach wasn't kidding when he said college lacrosse was much more intense. But as the clock wound down, I felt more into my element. I had this, I knew I did.

I'd win this for Lara Jean. I'd win every game for her.

"Come on Peter," I mutter under my breath as one minute remained on the clock. The score was tied and it was all or nothing.

"Lara Jean, if you want to catch Peter after the game. You better head to the side of the bleachers now," Josh reminds me and I almost can't bring myself to move. One minute with a tied game. I pick my bag up off the floor, my eyes never leaving the field. I didn't want to miss anything.

I hurry through the stands and run down the steps. Thankfully I was still about to watch the game from the sideline. The ref throws up the ball with easy, UVA in possession. I suck in a breath, silently praying for a victory. "Come on, come on, come on," I mutter to myself. Peter is near the goal. The ball is being thrown in his direction. He catches it with ease. Thirty seconds. His arm winds back, one swift movement and ...

IT'S IN!

The crowd erupts in cheers as Peter's team begins to pile on top of him in victory. There was no way I could have missed this. UVA has won their first home game with my boyfriend scoring the winning shot.

I watch as the team begins to walk off the field, Peter trailing behind. I see him from a distance, head bent down, helmet in hand. He walking slowly, tired from the game he just played. He's being congratulated left, right and centre. Cheerleaders trying to capture his attention. He's unfazed by it all and walks towards the dressing room. I lean up against the side of the bleachers, it's now or never Covey. Just as he steps towards me, I utter the words I've been dying to say all day.

"Looking good out there Kavinsky."

"Looking good out there Kavinsky."

It was a voice I couldn't miss. The voice I had been waiting to hear from all day. I look up in shock. No, there was no way she was here. There was no way I was staring at her in her cute outfit, her hair tied back with a ribbon in UVA colours. There was no way she was here.

"What you too cool to give your girlfriend a kiss?" she asks, a playful smirking gracing her lips.

I drop my helmet without a thought, my lips crashing into hers hungrily. Fuck I missed her. I missed this. As I pulled away from the kiss, I grabbed her in a hug and spun her around. She was here and she was real.

"What are you doing here? Is this why you didn't answer my calls?" I ask and she nods her head.

"I couldn't tell you I was coming. It would ruin the surprise."

"God, I fucking missed you," I say breathlessly, leaning my forehead on top of hers, "how did you get here?"

"I think I can answer that. Sorry to break up the little love fest. I just wanted to meet the infamous Peter Kavinsky," a girl says who I think to be Lara Jean's roommate.

"Peter meet Cass. Cass meet Peter," Lara Jean says and I could literally hug the crap out of this girl.

"It's nice to put a face to the boy that LJ can't stop talking about. I hope you don't mind that I tagged along too."

"If you bring her here, you can come anytime you want," I say, sliding my hand into Lara Jean's tiny one.

"Careful what you wish for Kavinsky. I will take you up on that offer." She shoots me a wink. This Cass girl has a quick wit about her so I knew we'd get along. It, also, felt good knowing that Lara Jean had someone like Cass to hang out with. I was just grateful she wasn't staying locked up in her dorm room.

"Anyway ... Josh and I were talking and he's offered to show me around campus," she says smoothly.

"I did?" Josh asks. I watched as Cassandra elbows him in the ribs.

"Right," he says finally taking the hint, "Right I did." God Sanderson could be so dense sometimes.

"So we're going to go just text me when you guys know where the party is," Cass remarks backing away slowly, grabbing Josh's jacket in the process to follow her lead. I hear Lara Jean laugh next to me at her roommate's antics. God, I missed her laugh.

"Alone at last," I say huskily, leaning down to kiss her. She pushes me back slightly.

"You need a shower," she remarks with a laugh.

"Wait for me," I plead and she nods her head. This would be the quickest shower I've ever had.

And here is another update for you all. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter so I hope you guys enjoyed it! Did you guys love that Lara Jean and Peter finally reunited. I know I did! As always I'd love to hear your feedback. So you know what to do, make sure to leave a comment if you love the story and share your thoughts. I always take everything into consideration.

Until next time readers, all the love.

Sam