Chpt. 3

Dear Peter,

Well I almost died on the way to school, twice. Once when I turned out of the drive way and slid across the road and almost hit a tree, and then in the parking lot walking towards school and this guy ran past me, knocking me over and I hit my head. As I said before ice really doesn't help the uncoordinated!

The first reaction I was given was a sympathetic smile and a pat on the arm from the secretary. It probably would have been more appreciated if she hadn't started gossiping about me to the other women in the office before I had even left. I got to go to class but I bet you a new suit and tie the second person to react is a guy. I shall call him Creeper, he will probably know me because of my mom's slutty movie roles, probably a pervert who thinks of doing my mom, or has seen her Sport's Illustrates Swimsuit Edition. Who ever this guy is I'm going to hate him, I already know that.

PETER HELP!!! This might just have been one of my worst ideas EVER!!! Please respond love, I miss you SOOOOOO much and I cry myself to sleep every night we are apart! Just know that I have always and will always love you and only you. Shit the bell just rang! TTYL!

~Bells

Chpt. 4

Peter took two whole class periods to respond, and I was right. I started typing frantically to him.

HA! I was right! The next person to say something to me was a guy and he is creepy! With a capitol C. I asked him how he knew me and he said it was from my dad, I then found out the whole story. He only knew my dad, Charlie did I ever tell you about him, because he got drunk and was arrested and when Charlie pulled him over he had dirty mags, including my mom's Sport's Illustrate! Charlie threw him in jail and didn't call his parents until the next day and burned the pictures of mom! So yeah thanks for finally texting me back babe! Miss you! Love Bells.

His text consisted of two sentences. Sorry, late for class. GTG.

No love, no LOL, no miss you.

In the beginning it had been easy. No need to explain. No need for anything else. We had each other and that was all that mattered. I knew he loved me, and I knew that I loved him back, but still. There was always the thought, the idea in the back of my mind. I would give everything for him but would he be able to do everything for me? I was starting to doubt him.

Chpt. 5

I cried, hard. I knew before I knew, but it was still the worst day of my life.

I texted Vanessa asking her how things were since I'd left, her response? 'I don't know/think you want to know what I'm looking at right this minute' 'what?' I texted innocently. My mind jumped to the first obvious, and damn my smart brain, I was right. 'Peter is like totally making-out with this chick who has been hanging on him almost literally since you left.'

It took a few minutes to sink in. Peter the man, no not a man because a man would never sneak behind his girlfriend's back, the boy I had loved and been with since the seventh grade did not love me back.

Bloop! 'Hey you there? Well if you are just don't do anything stupid, ok?'

'Yeah I'm here but schools over so I gtg drive home. Bye.'