We're going to be finding out some big news from Lara Jean in this chapter..
As the final weeks of high school come to a close, the teachers haven't been as hard on us. Our senior field tip is in 2 days, and I'm excited. Washington D.C. got out-voted, and our class is going to NYC instead. As much as I would've wanted to visit the states monuments, I think i'll have a much more fun experience in New York. There's so many romantic places for Peter and I to go to, eat at, and sight see. It's a nice distraction from thinking about the college acceptance letters. More letters were coming in this week, and everyone was pretty hyped. So many people were getting into Stanford, i'd be lucky if I even got wait-listed. I wouldn't tell Peter that, because he'd just tell me to stop worrying, and i'd get in.
I'm currently sitting in history class, waiting for the bell to ring. Chris is currently snoozing on top of her desk, leaving me with no one to talk too. I decide to text Peter.
*Me: I hate this class.*
*Peter: Don't worry, it'll be over soon. I heard Stanford is sending out acceptance letters in 10 mins. Let me know when you get in! *
*Me: Sure :)*
I have no idea how Peter is always so sure of things, but I love that about him. Soon enough, 10 minutes later, peoples phones are ringing like crazy. Our teacher is annoyed at the current state of our class, and I hear her mumble "I thought they would wait till school finished".
"I GOT INTO STANFORD!"'s fill the room.
Anxiety sweeps over me as i'm awaiting my acceptance letter to show up in my email. Tapping my desk a little to harshly, I feel a buzz from my phone. Almost dropping it, I quickly open the email. I close my eyes, saying a silent prayer. I open it, and start reading.
"Dear Lara Jean, we are sorry to inform you that you were not accepted int-"
My heart drops. I quickly shut my phone off, and as if on que, the bell rings. Saved by the bell, huh? I grab my things and hurry out of the class. I ignore Chris calling out to me to see if I got in, Peter's text messages blowing up my phone, and all the excitement filling the crowd of students who received good news. Almost there. If I can just get to my car, before the tears start to fall. Without no one seeing me. I can get there.
"Covey!" I hear Peter scream across the hall, as i'm trying to escape.
I pretend to not hear him, and continue speed walking to the parking lot. I reach my car, and climb in, when all the tears I was holding back burst out. I'm sobbing into my steering wheel, when I hear the car door open. I don't turn my face to see who it is, I just continue balling my eyes out.
"Lara Jean? Hey, hey, what's wrong?" Peter asks, putting a comforting hand on my back, trying to soothe me.
"I didn't...get..in...Peter" I say through sobs.
There's a short silence in between us. I'm assuming he's just taking in the information I just blurted out, at least taking it a bit better than I am.
"It's alright, we'll figure it out." He says finally. He embraces me into a hug, as I cry into his chest.
"I'm sorry, Peter." I say sincerely.
"You have nothing to be sorry for! Fuck Stanford. They just lost an incredible, smart, talented student. Their loss." Peter tells me.
After another half-hour of letting all of my emotions out, I come to realize Peter is missing a lacrosse game because of me. I quickly get myself in check, and sit up straight in my car.
"Peter, you're missing your game!" I exclaim.
"They'll be fine without me, I'm driving you home." He replies calmly.
I don't try to put up a fight, knowing he's made up his mind. We switch seats, and were on our way to my house. I dread having to tell my family I didn't get in. I can't even fully accept it myself. I'm already fearing the worst. Everything I imagined.. all my plans with Peter were falling apart. What could possibly happen next?