The next few days, Peter avoided Jason as much as he could. He didn't know why he did. It wasn't that he was mad at Jason or anything. He was just afraid that Jason would be mad at him for some reason, or that Jason had made some mistake, or that he must've been feeling sad or something that day and took it out on Peter. It was probably a fluke, the more Peter thought about it. That was why he ran away after he did it. Peter rolled his eyes at himself. God, how could he have ever been so stupid as to think someone like Jason would actually want to be with him?

Why did he have to go and kiss him back?

Peter went through life as he usually did. He laughed when Lucas accidentally blew up his potion in class, and tried his hardest to listen when Matt complained about the rumors of Ivy being a slut, and tried to be a good friend to everyone. And just when he thought things would be going back to normal, Jason approached him after class.

"Hey," Jason said quietly, glancing around at the rest of the students who were leaving. "Can we, like, go on a walk?"

"I have a lot of work," Peter lied. Honestly, the thought of being alone with Jason again was slightly thrilling, but at the same time, probably not a good idea. "I think, um, Matt and Lucas might be waiting for me."

"This is kind of important," Jason laughed nervously, and Peter gave in.

"I guess they can wait," Peter said with a small smile, and Jason's face broke into a relieved grin.

They walked out of the school and onto the grounds, moving farther away from people as they did the other day.

"So, um," Peter awkwardly glanced over at Jason, who looked to be his normal calm and collected self, although his hands seemed to be shaking a little. "You, um, did really well with the Summoning Charm today."

"I'm sorry," Jason blurted, a stricken look on his face. "For what I did the other day. I mean-I understand that you don't want to talk to me anymore, or even be with me, I wouldn't want to either, and god, I messed this all up. You don't have to talk to me ever again after this, I just wanted to apologize."

Peter couldn't help it and started laughing at the irony of the whole situation. Like, he had thought Jason hated him, and he had gotten it all wrong, which wasn't really funny at all, it was actually sort of relieving, but Peter had a hard time reacting properly when he was nervous about things.

Jason looked even more worried. "I-you're laughing," he said in a strangled voice.

Peter shook his head, trying to calm down. "I'm sorry. It's just that I thought you wouldn't want to talk to me," he said, still giggling.

Jason still looked distressed. "I fail to see how that's funny."

"It made sense. In my head. I'm going to stop talking now," Peter nodded, internally smacking himself. Jason was pouring out his feelings to him, and there he was, laughing. There was an awkward pause, so Peter decided to fill it. "I'm sorry too. I mean, not just about the laughing. About, like, ignoring you? I shouldn't have done that. I was just, like, really scared that you didn't actually like me and that this was all a fake and, um, yeah. Because I really like you, Jason, and I have, and-I'm going to stop," his face grew hot. It didn't help that Jason had been staring at him, with that judgmental look again. He looked away and there was another long pause, neither of them looking at each other.

"Does that mean you liked it?" Jason said suddenly, looking at Peter. "Like, you would want to do it again?"

"What?" Peter asked, confused.

"You know," Jason cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable. "The whole, uh, kissing thing."

"Oh," Peter said, slightly surprised. "Yeah, I liked it."

Jason smirked and it was like he had never been nervous in the first place. "I knew you would," and he glanced around before leaning forward, taking Peter's face in his hands, and kissing him.