A/N
I didn't get any reviews so I'm pretty sure no one liked that first chapter. It was awful. Yes, I know, but I'm hoping to use this FF as a test run to see if I have writing potential….okay I'll stop talking!
And this one is longer! Still in Drew's POV! And Peter is a little OOC, but not too much.
Maybe Peter does like me. Not in the way I want him to, but having him as a close friend is as close as I'll get. I always see him getting up in the middle of night and leaving the dormitory. I've always been curious as to where he was going, but I was always too tired to see for myself. Which is why I stayed up tonight, and after Peter left tonight, I walked out 2 minutes later.
Turns out he just went to the training room and practiced his knife throwing and different fighting techniques. I went into the training room as quietly as I could and tried to act nonchalant.
"So you practice here at night also Peter?" He tensed, obviously not expecting me. I don't know if he was upset or just paranoid.
"Yes." He answered carefully then continued throwing his knives.
I grabbed three knives; put two in my left hand and one in my right to get ready to aim. I was just about to throw when Peter interrupted me.
"You're-you're stance is wrong… You're supposed to inhale while setting your aim, then exhale as your hand lets go of the knife." I was shocked. Peter never really talked to me that much, unless he had to. And he never gave me advice or helped me with anything. I actually don't think he's done that for anybody.
"Thanks." I almost smiled at him but I caught myself and realized it would be suspicious.
I took my stance again and inhaled, then exhaled and let the knife slip through my fingers, making it soar through the air. It hit the middle of the target. I grinned; this was my first time hitting the middle of the target. This was exciting for me, it gave me a rush. I took the other knife from my hand and set my aim; I let it fly through the air again as I exhaled. And it hit the lower middle of the target. I started laughing and whooping and then realized that Peter was still in the room with me. I looked up at him; he was looking at me funny, as though he was trying to solve a puzzle. I was still happy and I guess I was delusional because I thanked Peter again and hugged him. Yes. I hugged him. I didn't realize how inappropriate and stupid the gesture was. I quickly pulled back. I saw the angry and conflicted expression on his face. I put my hands up in surrender, and I ran out the room. Like the coward I was.