Chapter 4- Wild Thoughts

Peter sat with his third cup of beer as Trevor and Greg played Fornite. They were in the den in front of the big screen surrounded by packs of beers and boxes of pizza.

Audrey sat watching as for the first time she watched as her brother played poorly.

Audrey resembled Greg except she was more petite. She also had more defined features that made her...well hot.

She took her phone out and started taking pictures on Snapchat. She then opened the video option and began filming.

"Guys you won't believe the shit I do for my little dumb brother" she laughs as Greg says, "but hot."

She then turns the camera to show the beer and pizza. She then turns the camera to me, "It's Peter guys."

When I just give a awkward wave, Audrey frowns and then turns off the camera.

"Why did you ruin my snap?" Audrey asks.

"I'm just not in a party mood." Peter shrugs.

"I gathered as much," Audrey rolls her eyes, "Urgh what did that sucubus do now?"

"Have you all been calling her that this whole time?" Peter asks.

"Yes," Trevor laughs still looking at the screen.

"She dumped him for a Brad." Greg says simply.

"Dude I told you not to say anything yet." Peter says defensively.

"Well now we know." Audrey says as Trevor looks at me.

"A Brad?" Trevor asks.

"A UVC Brad." Greg says without taking his eyes off the screen, "Oh shit now I'm kicking your ass."

Trevor pauses the game. And nudges his friend.

"What the hell man," Greg says but Trevor shakes his head in my direction.

"Ouch," Audrey says shaking her head, "She even went to a whole new level."

"Tell me about it." Peter says ducking his head.

"Audrey!" Greg hisses at his sister, "This is meant to be a guys night where we don't think about chicks. You making him all sad and that's not what a guys night is all about."

"Wake up in this century asshole," Audrey says, "Guys have feelings too."

Audrey goes and sits next to Peter and puts her hand on his shoulder.

"Peter look," Audrey begins, "You-"

"No!" Greg snaps at Audrey, "Don't bring your weird girl crap here. Or your weird Psychological shit that you learnt from one semester from college or any of that Shit here."

"Dude," Trevor shakes his head at Greg and turns back to the TV.

"What?" Greg says, "We all know what Peter needs. He needs to one up Gen because Gen basically one upped you."

"Dude can you shut up." Trevor says.

"My brothers sexist and dumb comments aside," Audrey says to Peter, "He kinda of has a point."

Peter frowns at Audrey.

"Girls like Genevieve need to be showed that you can live Without them," Audrey says,"Whether you want her back or not, it's still worth doing. Find a girl you know that will make her go crazy but nothing too obvious."

"And this will get her back?" Peter asks Audrey.

"Wait after everything she did you still want her back?" Greg asks in disbelief.

"Well yeah," Peter shrugs, "I think shes going through a phase right now that's why she did what she did."

"Your obvious denial aside," Audrey cuts Greg off before he can say anything, "yes, make her jealous that generally gets girls back."

"And Gen does have a jealous nature." Peter allowed himself to feel hopeful but then sighs, "It's useless."

"Why?" Audrey asks.

"She's too sure of herself," Peter says, "She would destroy the other girl. It would need to be a real match to her and I know no one like that."

Audrey sighs and then squeezes his shoulder, "Sometimes this can be a good thing Kavinsky. You just have to believe it is."

That Saturday Peter stood in the kitchen cleaning up the kitchen after breakfast with his mom and brother.

His mom walks in sorting through the mail. This was a normal Saturday for the family.

"Bills, bills, bills, bi-oh Peter this is for you." Peters mom hands him an envelope with the most elaborate handwriting he had ever seen. This made his name look a lot more interesting than it actually was.

What the hell?

"Who's it from?" Peter's mom says,"Gen?"

Peter puts the letter down and looks his mom, "Um I doubt it."

"What do you mean honey," Peters mom says opening the letter.

"Um mom we broke up." Peter said quickly. Peter's mom looks up at her son.

"Are you ok?"

"I think so." Peter shrugs grateful that his mom is not asking what happened.

"Well honey you are still young," She comes over and gives him a one armed hug.

"I like that advice." He smiles at him mom.

"And girls do love a Kavinsky boy." Peter's mom rolls her eyes and then walks out the room.

Peter looks at the door his mom just walked out of and sighs. He picks up the letter addressed to him and opens it knowing that after the week he has had he can't be anymore shocked.

Boy was he wrong.

Dear Peter K,

Where do I begin?

Did you know you were my first kiss? I don't know if I was your first kiss but I've been told you never forget your first, so let me remind you of mine...

It was that party in the 7th grade when we all played spin the bottle. My first real girl/boy party. I was still best friends with Gen and I knew how much she liked you.

Did you know you're the reason she hates me? I bet you didn't. Don't worry about it though; ancient history. It's whatever.

I just wanted to write to you about that kiss. It was rushed and awkward but it was my first and for that, you hold a special place in my heart, Peter.

When that bottle stopped and landed on you, I couldn't help but look over to Gen. I weakly offered to spin it again to appease her ego, but you, Peter Kavinsky, insisted we couldn't "cheat the bottle". Did you want to kiss me, too?

When you got closer and leaned in, this light hit your face and I swear I could see golden specks in your big brown eyes. I remember my heart pounding when I closed the gap between us and gave you that quick peck; my first kiss.

I lost a friend that day because of you, Peter, but I have no regrets.

All I have is a crush, on you. And maybe sometimes I wonder what could've happened between us.

Do you?

Sincerely,

Lara Jean Covey

Lara Jean Covey?

Will post again soon.