Chapter Twelve

Maybe I Don't Wanta!

"Hey, Peter," Elizabeth said as she passed by. She was leaving to talk to Jenna, but she thought she should make a detour.

"Yeah?"

"How could you do that to Lana?" She asked walking closer to him.

"Do what?"

"Slap her right across the face! You know she loved you, now she isn't really sure. And you picked perfect timing too! She is almost 17 and she has been here with you for three years now."

"I slapped her because she was screaming at me, she had a gun, she saw her little sister kiss me, she was going crazy, and I am having a horrible day! I wanted to ask her something but I chickened out!"

"So you take all your frustrations out on her!?!" Elizabeth shouted starting to get highly annoyed.

"Well, sorry! I wasn't really thinking then!" Peter shouted back.

"Well, you need to apologize to her, not me. She is in my room."


Then Elizabeth saw Jenna looking at the sea. She grabbed her by the arm (Elizabeth is very aggressive today) and whirled her around. "Hey Elizabeth! Whatcha doin'?" Jenna said as if nothing was happening.

"Why would you kiss Peter just to make Lana mad? You know she almost killed herself with Jack's gun."

"Well, he shouldn't have given her his gun. And I didn't think she would go that far." Jenna said pushing Elizabeth off her.

"Well, she did. And now Peter and Lana are mad at each other and they were the perfect couple. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Cool!" That really ticked Elizabeth off. She took Jenna by the arm (again) and went over to Jack.

"Jack, give me your gun," she said as she tightened her grip.

"Maybe I don't wanta!"

"NOW!" She shouted.

"Ok! Ok! But what are you going to do with it?" He asked handing over the gun hesitating thinking of all the things she COULD do with it.

"Maybe I don't wanta tell you," she mocked. She turned her head towards Jenna and held the gun up to her head. "It might be in your best interest to say sorry to both Peter and Lana."

"Elizabeth we both now you wouldn't shoot me." Elizabeth cocked the gun. "Fine! I will apologize! But don't you think you are going a bit overboard?" All she did was stare at her with an evil look in her eye. "Never mind," Jenna said getting scared and ran off.

Meanwhile, after Elizabeth left, Peter walked in. The first thing he did was sit next to me, which was a bad idea right now. Guess what I did, even before I said anything? I slapped him right back. "I guess I deserved that," he said smiling.

"Why are you smiling?!? I just slapped you back! You are supposed to be mad!" I stood up and started pacing again. "Well, why are you smiling?!?" I said after a long pause.

"You are cute when you get mad. Your forehead wrinkles and you start to blush a bright pink," he replied standing up and walking over to me. At first I pushed him away debating in my head whether or not to forgive him. It was like in the cartoons, little mini-mes appears on my shoulders. One side says no, the other says yes. And I am caught in the middle wishing they would just shut up!!!