The End of the Sidewalk

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except Kristen, my very own, customize as you wish character.

Chapter Six: Liars, Cheats and Fakes.

It was so easy. All it had taken was a little sweet talking and Isabel had almost fallen into his arms. He went up to her, his eyes met her green ones and he laid all the cards on the table.

"Look, I understand that things are over between us but I want you to know that I do still have very strong feelings for you and that…I might…might be in love with you" Peter stuttered, breaking Kristen's rules completely. He hadn't kept his cool; the shaky voice and hands gave that away. He didn't gently word his feelings; he just pulled them out of the blue. But still, when Isabel looked up at his face and began to dance with him, any thoughts of Kristen seemed to vanish away. Things had worked; he was now dancing with his ex-girlfriend and maybe if things worked out, they'd get back together. But Peter had always been known to be a dreamer. And right now he was doing exactly that.

He looked over his shoulder and saw Kristen dancing slowly with Isabel's dark haired date, a pained expression on her face. He could easily tell she wasn't enjoying her dancing partner, but when he caught her eyes, she smiled at him and he smiled back, genuinely happy that Kristen had done what she had done. Not to many girls he knew would have danced with a random stranger just so that he could have a few minutes with his ex-girlfriend.

"Look, Isabel, maybe if we talked things out and tried to make things work, we could—" Peter started as he held the gorgeous, thin, blonde in his strong arms. She stood at about 5'4, her head resting gently against his chest, but at the sound of her words, he felt her tense up and she pushed him away, averting her eyes from his.

"There's something you should know" Isabel started sternly. She looked around, noticing her date was dancing with an ugly, random girl she had never seen before. The girl was human. The only humans in Narnia were the Pevensie family. Even Isabel wasn't a human, she was a witch. But she needed to talk to Peter in private. There was something he deserved to know. She clamped her hand onto one of his wrists and dragged him outside to the Palace's rose garden and sat him down in a beautiful white gazebo.

"What is it?" Peter asked, his aquamarine eyes trying to look into her green ones. Her face was pointed downwards towards the concrete floor. She wouldn't be able to look at him when she said it.

"When we were dating…my father made me date you to get our district popularity. After news got out that we were a couple, money and items started pouring in and my dad made me keep on dating you" Isabel said in a rush. She started to shake.

Peter was confused. His heart was beating fast and his head was spinning. Things were in an upward spiral. Things had been so perfect between them. This couldn't be real.

"So you only dated me to get money and fame for your province?" he said quietly, repeating the basic fact of what she had just said. He was a quiet temper and never lashed out in public. But this was too much to bear. The girl which he thought he loved only used him because he was king.

Isabel sucked in a breath and nodded slowly. He had caught on.

"Yes" she finally answered; never imaging such a small word could cause so much pain.

"So you never loved me?"

"Y…n...no," she stuttered.

"So everything was a lie?"

"Pretty much"

"I…I almost lost my virginity to you! So the past few months have meant nothing? While I was love sick in this castle what, were you off with your prince in there?" Peter erupted quietly, making sure to keep his voice down. This was all too much to bear.

"Peter…I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…I never meant for this to happen…I never…I never thought it'd get this far" she whimpered, searching for an explanation for her coldness. She had never been a good kid growing up. She'd always broken the rules and she was still like that. Evil in all ways. But she had just broken and crushed the heart of the only guy to ever see past all the darkness in her. Peter, the only guy who had been able to look past her magic and evil, had been nothing but a publicity stunt. She might have been evil but this…this was just cold.

"Well it did. How…how could you? I introduced you to my family; let you stay at the palace. I thought…I had thought one day you'd be my Queen" he finished quietly, his voice dying out. He was strong, but even his emotional capacity had been overridden by all this. He couldn't believe that a girl who didn't even like him had played him for 5 months. If he could fall that easily for that scam, who's to say he wouldn't fall that easily for someone or something else? His head became swimming in What If's.

Tears were rolling silently down her cheeks and she made a last attempt to get his forgiveness. She lunged at him and roughly pressed her lips against his, holding them there for a lifeless, heartless, passionless kiss. She squeezed her green eyes together while he kept his open, staring at her eyelids for a few seconds before pulling away.

"Did you cheat on me?"

"W...what?" Isabel asked, dumbfounded.

"Did you cheat on me?" he asked slowly, sounding out each word. So she never loved him. Everything had been a lie. He could forgive a liar, he forgave liars everyday. But he hated cheaters.

Isabel looked into Peter's eyes. Should she tempt fate and lie? Dare she try and cover up the fact that Monday night she hooked up with her other boyfriend? Her evil nature stirred inside and she put on a fake, disgusted look. ((Oh what a tangled web we weave/ when first we practice to deceive! Anyone ever seen The Perfect Man?)).

"No! Heavens no! I was completely faithful" she protested, keeping her fake look on her face. Peter stared back at her intently and as she feared, he saw completely through her act. He scoffed at her and let out a low whistle, bringing his eyes off of hers and onto his shoes. She was as transparent as Saran Wrap.

"That would have worked. You're a good liar; you've had me going for about 6 months here. But even the best of liar's have to fall sometime. Have a nice life Isabel. It's been nice" Peter said honestly as he gave her a small smile and started out of the gazebo.

Peter was a King. If his golden crown wasn't sign enough, his diplomacy, self control and respect did. He was wise beyond his years and treated everyone with respect, even those who lied and cheated. As he walked away, his head filled with all the memories of Isabel and the wonderful times they had had together. The day they spent hiking in the forest and instead of turning back, slept by the lake side with a small fire. The night which they had spent out in the rose garden in which he was walking through kissing. Everywhere he looked, there was a memory of Isabel. Things were getting just a little to hard. A little to complicated. Even the strongest of men had to break sometimes. And this was Peter's time to break.

Inside, Kristen's eyes searched the dance floor for Isabel's long sheet of blonde hair. Did they do somewhere private? Where were they? As the waltz ended, Kristen thanked her raven haired partner and then picked her dress off the floor, shuffling out of the hall. As she looked up the sets of stairs on each side of the entrance, a flurry of blonde hair and green silk flew past her and into the hall, throwing herself into the arms of the dark haired prince. He consoled her and held her like a good man should and Kristen directed her eyes out to the rose garden, where sure enough she saw Peter sitting on one of the cold concrete benches. Tears? Him sitting alone? Ugh. Things didn't turn out right, she thought to herself as she sighed and made her way out to Peter. The least she could do was talk to him about it. Her dress gently swished as she walked and she sat herself down next to Peter and crossed her arms. He kept his head down and she noticed that silent tears were running down his face.

"Things didn't go to well?" she asked softly, not wanting to push too much. He was fragile and sensitive and she needed to respect that. Her brown eyes oozed sympathy, but she couldn't help but be sceptical. How could Peter, the High King of Narnia, have fallen so hard for a girl like Isabel? She knew hardly anything about the blonde bombshell, but when an ex-girlfriend publically hooks up with someone else a day after a relationship ended, Kristen's respect for that girl went out the window. What Isabel had done, how ever unintentional, was inconsiderate and Peter was better off.

"She used me…to get money and fame for her family" he said silently. His hands were shaking. His eyes were running out of tears. His head was spinning. He needed to pull things together. He was a King. King's don't cry.

"Say what? She used you?" Kristen said, not registering how high her voice was going. When girls acted catty and bitchy, she got mad. Very mad. If it was one thing she couldn't tolerate, it was when girls took their love for popularity and fame and interfered with other people's lives.

"Pretty much" Peter said as he wiped away his tears, regaining his composure. He sniffed and then sat up, wiping his eyes again. He had his moment. He cracked. He had broken down. But now it was time to be king again. After all, he would be initiating a new Queen into the Narnia government today. He had imagined this day for weeks if not months. But it had always involved a different Queen to be.

Kristen calmed her temper. She'd deal with Isabel later. Right now Peter needed someone to talk to. She rubbed his closest arm to her and smiled a reassuring smile. He looked over his shoulder at her and smiled back.

"Everything will be alright" she said simply as she took her eyes off of him and looked down at his hands, which were clasping one red rose. He extended the flower out to her and smiled again as she took it and smelt it. Inside she swooned, letting her heart swell with the thoughts of her one day dating and even marrying Peter. She was getting ahead of herself but she didn't dare. She didn't even care if the rose meant nothing to Peter. A handsome young man had given her a rose. Why not let her imagination get the best of her?

Peter smiled at her. He was happy she had come here. He was happy she was soon going to be living with them. But still the feelings he had for her were only friendship and the rose had been an offering of thanks for being such a good friend. He barely knew her, but she had the works of being his best friend. He toyed with the idea of dating her, but he found himself comparing her to Isabel and Kristen had come up incredibly short. Her hair wasn't as nice. Her eyes were a plain brown compared to Isabel's fantastic green. She was strong and toned, while Isabel was girly and delicate. Kristen was…not Isabel.

And right now, what he wanted was the gorgeous, blonde haired, green eyed girl that was dancing happily in the hall with a handsome prince. All traces of remorse gone. Isabel had once again only put on a show. She was a liar. The tears she had shed for him were fake. She didn't feel bad about using him. She didn't feel like the bitch she was for having spent 6 months with someone she couldn't stand. She was a fake and a liar.

Now if only he could see that.

((Author's Note: Once again, our pair of star cross'd lovers are just friends. Thanks for everyone's reviews. I'm planning some big things…big things…Keep on reviewing!))