Peter Hayes didn’t get you. He didn’t understand the way his heart lurched wherever your name was thrown around. The funny way his chest would go tight when you caught him staring. He usually was cocky and always the first to make some asshole comment about what was happening, but with you? He would shut up.

He wouldn’t admit it but he kinda scared him with his much you invaded his every waking thought.

“You think this is funny?” He asked with a furrowed brow, his features hardening when stalking towards you. He squared up when you flicked your beautiful colored hues up to his. He finally managed to talk to you only to revert to his usual patterns. Idiot.

“Bet this is all some kinda joke to you.” He laughed humorously, making a show of crossing his arms over his chest while looking down at you. He scoffed when you asked what he meant. Did you really not know how you affected him?

“Oh come on now, don’t play dumb.” He stepped forward, casually taking his time to corner you. “You seriously think I don’t notice how you try to-to lure me in like some kinda fuckin’ siren?” He eyed you warily, stuck in disbelief when you only looked to him in confusion.

“Seriously??” he threw his hands to his sides, the corner of his mouth quirked in mock amusement. “The way you look at me like I’m more than some jackass, like- like you know me, or- or the way you bat your eyes my way and smile—“ he forced a chuckle, suddenly uncomfortable with how unusually vulnerable he felt.

“This is all some game to you isn’t it?” he throws a finger you’re way, his tone laced with accusation and a twinge of anger. He searched your gaze, taking note of the subtle worry in your eyes and his stomach flooded with guilt. Did you really not know…

He stopped when your back bumped into the nearest wall, you’re breathing slightly elevated. His own breath caught when he noticed the little tremble in your bottom lip. All of his frustration seems to vanish in that instant. He sighed heavily, weighted by his actions and the stupid way he approached you. He flicked his hazel browns over your soft features, the tension he felt dwindling.

“What’s going on in that head of yours sweet thing?” He whispered lowly, his voice rough with uncertainty and awe.