you’d skipped school. for the past two days.

that’s not normal for you.

but, with how well peter’s gotten to know you, he knew exactly where you’d be.

checking to see if you were at your favorite diner in town, that’s where he finds you.

and it’s clear that you don’t want to talk about it when he sits down across from you, but it’s also clear that something’s going on — keyword: something.

and when he tries to get you to open up, you refuse.

you’re insisting that you’re fine, despite the fact that you’ve missed a few days of school, which is completely unlike you — you’re a rule-follower, even more than lara jean, so if you’re missing school, there’s a seriously concerning reason for it.

with your eyes downcast to the table, refusing to look at him or respond to his pleading for you to talk to him, he feels like he has no choice but to try harder, becoming a little bit more desperate.

he lets out a small scoff, eyes staying on you.

“covey.” he calls out your last name — a familiar name he’s called from the beginning — with his eyes still on you.

and the way he looks at you, like he’s staring straight into your soul, has a shiver going through you.

along with the feelings that are slowly starting to crash over you.

“what?” is all you reply with, still refusing to look at him.

“come on,” he says, pleading once more.

“we—we literally just made this pact. no secrets. fight club!” he continues with a sigh, throwing his hands up in a little bit of exasperation, referencing that favorite movie of his and pointing out the deal you’d made with him — the fake dating that started all of this.

if only you knew how much he cares about you — how much he’s starting to feel for you.

“our personal one. can’t you remember that?”