If you saw the last Chapter 8, my bad with all the weird symbols. Anyway here we go. Remember to review.

Chapter 8- Delicate

October rolled in pretty quickly which was great because now the implementation of his fake relationship with Lara Jean was beginning on new day, in a new month and it was the end of the week. and he wasn't one to get philosophical but it felt just about right doing this.

As he left his house the next morning to go and pick up Lara Jean and her sister he couldn't help but wear his smile of excitement.

Last night he had gone to bed early so he had several missed calls from Greg and Gen.

He check his texts from Greg which read: I know this is so last minute but I'm having a party on Friday night. Audrey plugged me all the way from New York.

Greg didn't mind doing things last minute because he knew people would show up. People loved a Greg party.

Gen was pretty much the same;

Peter?

Peter?

Come on, I need to talk to you?

Why are you never there for me but I must always be there for you?

That last one message pissed him off. Gen had never been there for him, what the hell was she going on about. She legit needed him more than anyone else in his life. And when she clicked her fingers he jumped, even now when they are not together.

Peter now had a urge to show her how much she needed him.

He got in his car and texted Lara Jean letting her know that he was on his way.

He drove to her house and spotted Sanderson turning out of his drive way and leaving.

He saw Lara Jean coming out the house and he could hear her sister moaning and telling her something her being afraid of her driving.

That's right, Peter remembered, her little sister wore a helmet on the day Lara Jean almost killed him.

Peter chuckled before climbing out the car saying, "Hey! Ya'll ready?"

"Oh, hell, yes!" Lara Jeans sister's face resembled something of excitement and happiness.

Both girls walk to the car and get in. Lara Jean smiles at Peter when she gets in as her sister gets in the back with her waffle in her mouth. Peter smiles back at Lara Jean and catches her sister taking a small drink out of her bag.

"Hey, little LJ, what is that?" Peter asks her.

Lara Jeans sister frowns at him before answering, "A Korean yogurt smoothie," and then she gets really cheeky, "And my name, thanks for asking is Katherine Song Covey.Kitty to my friends," she smiles at that but then glares at Peter, "You can call me Katherine."

"Yes, ma'am." Peter says amused but impressed at how straight forward she is. He looks at Lara Jean, "She's feisty!"

Lara Jean nods in agreement and then looks at her sister and says, "Kitty, put on your seat belt."

At this Peter looks at Lara Jean briefly to admire her because well this was something that Gen never got. When he had to pick up his brother while he was with Gen, she would always make fun of him when he told Owen to put on his seatbelt. She would always say things like "duh he knows Peter. Stop babying him."

But she didn't get because well, she just didn't.

As an older brother or sister, you unconsciously protect your sibling because you know it's just something in you that needs to happen.

"So how exactly do you know my sister again?" Kitty asks after buckling herself in.

"Well," Peter says looking at Lara Jean and without thinking he continues, "I guess I'm her boyfriend." He didn't know where that came from. Maybe from the fact that he had just admired the fact that she protected her sister.

No, Peter shook his head, enough people had to believe this including family. People bump into each other in grocery stores so this was important. He would also make it so that his family would know about Lara Jean.

Kitty didn't look shocked in fact she had a smirk on her face but Lara Jean chokes a little on her water. Kitty begins to peel open her smoothie.

"Can I have some of that?" Peter asks.

"Sure." Kitty shrugs and hands him the smoothie.

Peter takes a sip of the smoothie and for the second time that he has been in Lara Jean's presence, he is taken aback by creaminess and sweetness of a beverage,"Oh, wow! That is really good."

Peter turns to look at Kitty, "Hey, what do I have to do

to get you to bring me one of these tomorrow?"

"You're driving us again?" Excitement is radiating off her face.

"Yeah, of course." Peter liked her excitement because it was so innocent. Owen was so withdrawn that he rarely went all crazy when he was excited.

"Okay, you can call me Kitty!" Kitty shrugs and takes her smoothie back happy that there is an alternative way to school.

"Progress!" Peter hisses leaning over to Lara Jean. She is smiles slightly as Peter starts the Jeep and starts driving.

During English class Peter is trying to concentrate when he hears the same cheerleaders who are always gossiping talking.

"I heard that Brad took her on this college party and introduced her to all his friends." One said.

"He came this morning and dropped her off," this was news to Peter, "His car is so wow...even better than Kavinskys."

At least the cheerleader who said this was whispering. But he could still hear her.

"What?" One flipped her hair, "No way. Kavinsky drives a Jeep. How is a Chev better."

"Yeah but Kavinsky's Jeep is second hand," the girl argues, "Gen told me that Brad got his brand new last year. Best of all Freshmen aren't meant to have cars."

They were not wrong about Peter's Jeep. His dad had sent his mom money to get me a car. He had this rich uncle, Toby in Texas who had this 'old' Jeep that he was thinking of selling. The uncle is his dads older brother who Peter knew his dad hated, so to be a dick Peter asked if he could give his uncle his fathers money for the Jeep.

At first Uncle Toby said he would give it to him for free but then Peter presented his case and because his uncle always liked rubbing Shit in Peters fathers face, he happily took the money.

But Peter knew that Uncle Toby's petty wouldn't last that long. Because eventually Uncle Toby gave the money back to his brother with the statement "maybe talk to your kid. He seems pissed at you"

Little to say that, the irony of that statement is that uncle Toby has four daughters from three different women,all close in age.

Peter frowned at the girls who were now talking about his car.

As he was about to say something, Chris turns from in front of them and says, "Hey, where is your car again? Oh wait where's Gens car?" The cheerleaders look at her, "oh wait she doesn't have one. Or you Mel. So can you shut up."

"Miss Carter!" Mrs Olden says from her desk looking up. She is an old woman who can hardly hear but because Chris was loud she did hear her, "Problem?"

"No Mrs O," Chris shrugs and turns back in her seat. The cheerleaders have also turned back into their seats and for the rest of the lesson have reserved their comment.

Peter's phone buzzes and he check it. It's Greg.

So Party or nah? Everything is arranged. Bring Covey ;)

Peter then had a thought. He ripped a piece of paper out of his notebook and writes:

We are going to Greg's party tonight.

Peter thought that this was better than giving her an empty piece of paper. He wrote in bold and thick letters her name in the front of the note and put a heart at the bottom.

He then texted Greg:

We will be there.

He then texts Lara Jean:

Meet me at your locker before you go to the cafeteria.

When the bell rings for homeroom, he walks past Chris who doesn't make any sort of motion that shows that she will be moving.

"Thanks." He says to her. She frowns at him but just shrugs and continues reading her book.

Peter walks out the classroom and walks to Lara Jean's locker where she is taking off her pink bomber jacket and putting on a mult yellow and brown jersey.

"Hey." Peter smiles at her. People walk slowly past them, especially the cheerleaders, trying to see and hear what they were talking about.

"Hey there," Lara Jean smiles back and then frowns at the cheerleaders who then quickly scramble towards the cafeteria, probably to report to Gen. This gave Peter more of an idea.

"What's their story?" Lara Jean asks.

"Don't worry about it," Peter smiles, "Hey, you wanna take a stroll through the cafeteria."

"What?" Lara Jean said confused then takes a book out.

"A stroll you know," Peter leans in to whisper but makes it look flirtatious, "give the people more than rumoured kiss and are they or aren't they?"

"Rumoured kiss?" Lara Jean scoffs, "A bunch of girls were eyeing me out this morning in chem and it did look like they were looking at my lips."

"Not that it was rumoured to begin with." Peter laughs a little.

She rolls her eyes and then says, "I can't. I am tutoring Chris in maths today."

"This won't take long," Peter pleads, "Gen will be there and I want her to see first hand that I have moved on."

"Or that it would appear that you have moved on." Lara Jean laughs without humour, "What do I have to do?"

"Not much," Peter says and when she frowns at him he adds, "I didn't mean it like that. Hey we could test you 16 ass candle pocket thing."

At this Lara Jean laughs but then closes her locker and sighs, "I suppose people should actually start believing that I am into you and you are not into Gen."

"Why couldn't you say I am into you instead of the Gen part?" Peter asked slightly taken aback.

"I want to remind you what you doing this all for." Lara Jean smiles and puts her backpack on, "So you ready to do this Mr Romantic."

Peter pulls her in by her waist and looks at her, "I can't believe you would choose this over kissing."

"Just put your hand in my pocket casanova." Lara Jean rolls her eyes. When Peter slips his hand in her tight jean pocket, he can't help but feel a little…

He couldn't find the word. Was he aroused?

No it couldn't be.

The only girl he wanted to be with was Gen. The only girl that had made him feel anything was Gen. Well she wasn't the only girls but the other girls you could feel lust on both ends. But with this felt a little...different than when he was Gen.

Lara Jean gasped slightly but then just smiled at Peter in a reassuring way and then said, "Shall we."

Peter smiles and hey begin to walk to the cafeteria and to Peter's delight- all eyes are on them.

"It's true." he hears one girl hissed to her friend as the move out the way in the cafeteria.

"Why does Kavisky always get the hot ones." He heard one guy ask.

But Peter continued as if he was so proud to have Lara Jean next to him. He was smirking as people greeted him with a big smile on his face. This hand in the pocket thing seemed stupid because he had never done it before but now doing it, he could see the reaction from people made it more satisfying then kissing her in puclic. It actually felt more intimate doing this which painted a romantic picture to the outsiders.

When they got to the middle of the cafeteria where he knew they would be in view of Gen.

He took Lara Jean's pocket and spun her so she was facing him. This was not planned but it was perfect because she giggled and she looked flushed.

"What are you doing?" She whispered.

perfect , Peter thought.

What was even better was that Gen had spotted them. The smile she once had disappeared very quickly.

Peter dug in his own back pocket for the 'love letter' and he handed it to her, "This is for you."

Lara Jean took it with a slight smile on her face.

Peter decided to take it to the next level since he had the attention of both Gen and her friends. He tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear and then leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"Good job."

Lara Jean looks up and him and sort of smiles.

"I'll see you in a bit ok." Peter says to her and gives her one final smirk before heading over to the table where most of the lacrosse team sat as well as other people.

Greg and Trevor were gaging between Gen and Lara Jean and laughing out loud.

"That poor girl." Trevor says but laughs.

Peter gets to the table and all the guys high five him and give him a big grin. He sits on the table so he can face both Greg and Trevor.

"Poor who?" Peter asked.

"Dude you just missed the biggest 'if looks could kill' moment." Greg says still chuckling as he ate his fries.

"From who?" Peter turned to find that Lara Jean was gone and Gen was now having what looked like an intense conversation with her friend. Emily just got to the table too and it looked like she had just been briefed. He turned back around and said, "Nevermind."

"So what's up with you and Covey anyway?" Trevor asked sipping his drink.

"Well," Peter said figuring that his friends needed to believe him, "She's my chick now I guess."

"What?" Greg said with his eyes bulging, "That was fast but I did say I guess."

"I am happy for you man." Trevor high fives Peter.

"So have you smashed yet?" Greg asks suddenly.

"What no!" Peter then realizes he said it to fast and too defensively, "I mean it's not like that right now. We just like hanging right now you sussing each other out."

"Fair enough." Trevor accepted that answer, "Just be careful though dude."

"Don't be his mom Pike." Greg said chuckling.

"What do you mean?" Peter decides to ignore Gregs statement but takes one of his fries.

"You know that you have Covey," Trevor shrugs, "Gen will be a problem."

"I am not afraid of Gen. She can't steamroll me." Peter says simply stealing another fry.

"Dude I am pretty sure he wasn't talking about you." Greg says licking his fingers that are full of ketchup.

"Yeah I wasn't," Trevor says, "She may not be able to steamroll you...but she will definitely try to steam roll Covey."