Three weeks later I pulled on my favorite pair of skinny jeans and put on my grey Vans. Grabbing a semi-tight grey V-neck, I put it on and yanked my back pack off the floor, walking out the door.
Sliding into Tyler's car, I leaned over and gave him a quick peck. "Good morning," I said.
We still weren't together, but we weren't nothing, either. It was like a relationship, but we hadn't labeled it yet. I still hadn't talked to Peter, and it was killing me.
When we pulled up to the school, I got out. Tyler walked around the car and pressed me up against it. Capturing my mouth with his, he rubbed himself up against me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, kissing him back. Sometimes while I was kissing Tyler, I opened my eyes. For some reason he seemed more vulnerable while kissing me. This time when I opened my eyes, I didn't see Tyler. Instead, I saw Peter, standing a couple of parking spaces away, staring at us. Suddenly, kissing Tyler didn't feel as good as it had a second ago. My lips went dead, and I stopped kissing him back. He didn't seem to notice, and kept kissing me. I stared at Peter and he stared at me, his jaw hanging open. I put my hands on Tyler's chest, and gently pushed him away.
"What's wrong, baby?" he said, leaning back in for another kiss.
"No," I said, my voice sharp.
"What is it?" he said, stepping back.
Peter turned away and started walking in the opposite direction.
"I have to go," I said, leaning down to pick up my back pack from the ground where I had dropped it.
"Babe, what's going on?" Tyler said, grabbing my arm and frowning at me.
"I have to go, Tyler," I said, pulling away and walking away.
"Alex!" he called after me.
I ignored him and kept walking.
Suddenly, I was being jerked back. I spun around and involuntarily slammed into Tyler's chest.
"You can't keep walking away from me!" he said angrily.
"Let go of me!" I said, tugging against his tight grip.
"What's wrong with you, Alex? You're kissing me one second, and then the next you're running off!"
"I just have to go!" I said, turning around to see if Peter was still in sight. He had disappeared. I cursed under my breath and yanked out of Tyler's grip forcefully.
"No," he said, "you're not going to keep leaving me!"
"Goodbye, Tyler, I'll see you later."
"If you leave now then that's it. We're through."
This made me pause. I turned back and looked at him. He had a victorious smile on his face. He thought I was going to stay. I cocked my head and smiled at him. "Okay." And then, I turned back around and walked away.
I ignored him and started to run. I needed to find Peter, now. I walked into the school and scanned the crowd of bodies. There seemed to be too many people in the hall, crowding me. I suddenly saw the top of his head, way down the hall. I shoved people out of my way.
"Peter!" I yelled. He didn't hear me. He walked out a door, going outside. I sighed and forced my way through the crowd. Why were there so many people in this damn hall? I would not loose him. Pushing my way through, I finally made it to the door. Exploding outside, I looked around for Peter. I then saw him, far away, walking down the steps, making his way towards the baseball field.
"Peter!" I screamed. He still didn't hear me. Cursing again, I started running after him. When I reached the top of the stairs, he was just stepping off the last step. "Peter," I said in a normal voice.
This time he heard me. Turning around slowly, he showed no reaction. He then just looked at me, seeming to expect me to say something.
I drew a blank. Why had I hunted him down in the first place? What was I going to say? What was I doing? I didn't know what to say, so I just told him the truth.
"I miss you."
His face was blank. He glanced down at the ground, and then frowned back up at me.
"Say something," I pleaded.
"What do you want me to say?" he asked.
I frowned in disbelief. "What do you mean what do I want you to say? Say something!"
"I don't really have anything to say to you," he said flatly.
I didn't expect it to hurt that much. It felt like a slap in the face. "Peter, please."
He shook his head, and then turned around.
My eyes filled with tears. Was this really it? "Peter! Please," I begged.
"You haven't spoken to me in over a month and a half, Alex," he said, turning back around.
"What did you want me to do?" I cried, tears streaming down my face.
"I wanted you to do something!" he said, getting madder, "I thought you would at least say something! React somehow! You didn't speak to me, Alex!"
"You didn't talk to me either!"
"I was giving you time!"
"Time for what?"
"To make up your mind!"
"About how you felt!" he yelled, clearly pissed off.
I fell silent. I let the tears escape my eyes, not trying to stop them.
"See? I give you all this time and you haven't even thought about it, have you?"
"It's all I've thought about!" I yelled, "But what was I supposed to think? You just went into your room and ignored me! You acted like it was a mistake!"
"So did I!"
"It doesn't matter, anyways."
"What do you mean?" I asked him, wiping away my tears.
"You're back with Tyler! That asshole! You went back to him? What the hell were you thinking, Alex?"
"I don't know!" I said, collapsing. I slumped down and sat down on the stairs, hugging my knees and crying into them. "I'm s-sorry!" My shoulders shook as I cried. After a couple of minutes, I was able to pull myself together. When I looked up, I froze. Fresh panic set in my bones as I realized that Peter had left. He was gone. I got up quickly, running down the stairs. Sprinting towards the baseball field, I looked around for him frantically. I stopped when I realized that if he had left me, then he wouldn't want me to come find him. I heard the bell ring inside the school, signaling the beginning of first period.
I was defiantly not going to go school today. I couldn't believe that Peter would leave me. I knew he was mad at me, but to just leave me? I had to admit that I'd treated him like shit the past couple of weeks, but still. I suddenly became mad. I was going to find him and give him a piece of my mind.
I ran back up the stairs and set off in the direction of the parking lot. I would find him. When I reached the edge of the parking lot, I stopped. Scanning it, I realized that he wasn't here. I stepped off the curb and onto the pavement. Where did he go? And more importantly, why would he leave me?
Sighing, I sat down on the curb. So this was it. He had left me. I guess we weren't anything anymore. Fresh tears streamed down my face as the truth sunk in.