Life of a Mean Girl

Chapter 6

A/N: So erm, I guess Kaye got everyone into trouble just to save Jayden, huh? So, this is another part of the story to spice things up!


(Leighton's POV)

"Now, you two sit here and don't move. I will be back with your adolescent friends," Madam Du Bois said as she left the detention room. Because of this incident, that woman will never look at me the same again. So much for keeping a clean record.

"Leighton, this is all your fault! We wouldn't be here just because of your whole "kitty" fiasco just now" Peter annoyingly mocked me, but I could see a hint of pleasure in his eyes.

"How was I supposed to know that the great Peter Trey, Lord of the Jokers, would be SCARED of adorable and tiny animals," I retorted. It ain't my fault we're here. People have their moments, don't they not?

"Why don't we just blame Thea for wearing a sweater with a ridiculously cute and disgusting sweater?" he joked. I could feel the tension in the air. I've never been alone with Peter before, he was always with Evan and me with the girls.

"That works too," I declared.

"Well, at least we get to miss class," Peter gave a small laugh.

"Touché," I said, as I fidgeted with my skirt. We don't have to listen to those boring lectures from boring-ass teachers for the rest of the day. Maybe I should have more moments like that more often...

But for now, it's just Peter and I in here. What shall we do? The awkward silence is killing me, taunting me to break it and fill in the hushed spaces. So I racked my brains for some topic or a hand-game or anything...

LIGHTBULB!

"Hey Peter! Shall we play 20 questions? I'm so bored and there's only the two of us here so why not we liven things up? Thea and Evan will probably argue with Madam Du Bois and 'defend their innocence' to the death so they'll take a while. Besides, we don't really know each other that well and it's getting kinda awkward..." I said with enthusiasm and anxiousness.

I'm trying really hard to get rid of the awkwardness but I feel like it got even more awkward when I said that. But it's true though, that we don't know each other that well. I never really had an actual conversation with him and we don't even have a class together. This may be the only chance we'll ever be alone in one room again. Unless I have another one of my 'moments'...

He nodded and gestured me to start it out. "Okay, but I think it will be better if we face each other so I'll know when you're lying or being sarcastic or whatever," I said giving him a wink.

"Whoa, hold it there young lady. You don't trust me? Your words hurt me so," Peter replied with a wink mimicking my own. Peter Trey, everyone. Always having something to say.

We moved our chairs from its original back-to-back position to in a way that we were facing each other, then I began...

"Favourite sport?" I began. Lame I know, but it's a start.

"Leigh, if you wanna make this interesting, ask me some good questions! I'm on the Basketball team so obviously it's Basketball," he said, jokingly and all. Can you believe him? He better have something better to say or I will stuff a basketball down his throat.

"Well, I'm so sorry to displease you, Mr Trey. I assume you have something better? Do go on." I mocked him. I get sassy when I'm annoyed and right now, I'm about to put the 'ass' in 'sass'.

"Fine, my turn. What is the most disgusting thing you've ever eaten in your entire life?" he asked, feeling all proud of himself just because his question was better than mine. Oh please, can this guy get even more douchier?

"Well, imp pretty sure it's that casserole we had the other week. The one with the asparagus eugh. Okay, now my turn..." I could feel the rumbling in my stomach, even though I absolutely despised vegetables, as I thought of a question to entertain Peter.

"Why the animal phobia?" I said, finally, hoping this would please him.

"I don't know, I guess they just disgust and give me the creeps? I mean, cats purr because they are near enough to attack you! Who wouldn't be scared of a cat clawing your eye-balls out?" he said, doing that disgusted face with the hands. I gave out a chuckle at his funny face and quickly covered my mouth.

"Well done, Leigh. You actually asked a decent question. Now it's my turn," Peter said as he thought.

He looked down to his hands, and started fiddling with his thumbs and said, "What would you like to do on a date?" And he slowly looked up so that our eyes could meet.

Woah, this question caught me off guard. I never expected this question to come from him. Peter has never been the romantic kind and as far I know, he's never had a girlfriend. But that didn't stop him from flirting, though. So maybe this is just another joke of his...

"Cuddling up on the sofa while watching movie marathons," I answered slowly with hesitance as it felt weird to answer such a question. Especially if it came from an unexpected person like him. He looked back to his fingers and nodded slowly, as if he was processing something.

"Well, if you're done having a thumb war with yourself, I'm ready with my question. What brand of boxers are ya wearing today?" I giggled while trying to lighten up the mood. He gave a small laugh and replied,

"Since today is Monday, it probably a Tommy Hilfiger."

"Wow, a different brand for an each day, not bad Pete!" I teased. Phew, I thought it was going to stay awkward and weird all session...

"Now, it's my turn! What's the colour of your bra you're wearing now?" He said giving me a wink with an impish grin on his face.

I gave him the "really, bitch?" look and turned around. I took a peep inside my dress. I'm not the kind to keep track of my bra colour, okay? Don't judge. I turned back to face him and eyed him from top to bottom to scan whether he was also taking a peek at me while I peeked. So far, no signs of Peeping Tom are showing. I answered his stupid little question with a smirk, "Red."

"Ooooooh, me likey," he raised his brows in the creepy manner and eyed me too.

"You better keep those eyes to yourself of you want to see again, Peter Trey!" I said as I folded my arms. I knew he was just joking and I think he knew I was too so we both laughed.

"Okay okay, now answer this. Would you rather wear makeup, a dress and heels for a week or go around naked in the school for a week?" I laughed, in between words.

"Dress like a girl," he said almost immediately. "My pranks might be over the top but I never do those things on myself. I have to much pride for that." He smirked as I rolled my eyes. Boys and their egos, humph.

"Okay my turn. So... When did you have your first kiss and with who?" he asked.

Oh, shit this question. Should I tell him the truth? That I have pathetic virgin lips at 16 and has still never been touched? He might just laugh, but there's probably no use lying. I could feel the sweat on my palms and I started to fidget.

"I've never had mine." I mumbled as I look down to play with the lace on the hem of my dress.

Peter burst out laughing. This was expected. He probably thinks that I suck in the love department, which is kind of true. I started pulling on my dress harder as I felt the heat rise up to my cheeks.

He finished his usual hearty laughter, it died out with a rare sincere look on his face. I guess he saw how embarrassed and uncomfortable I looked and stopped.

"I haven't had mine too, actually," he confessed as his eyes met mine. That was unexpected. He hadn't had his? I thought there were girls swarming all over him that he probably kissed a thousand girls.

At first I thought he was joking, but then his tone was dead serious with that unusual poker face. How rare, Peter Trey being serious about something. His eyes were still intensely staring into mine, as if trying to reach into my soul. I suddenly felt a deep longing and that I should believe his words.

The longer I look into his eyes, the more I noticed how beautiful they looked. I counted the colours in his eyes, mostly having the concentration of blue, it was like rays of the Pacific Ocean. Such wonderful sapphire orbs staring into my eyes, intensified focus yet a calm aura his eyes gave me. I never noticed his eyes before... I always thought I'd just a class clown looking back at me.

Soon, it seemed that his eyes are drawing me closer to him, like a magnet. That sort of attraction did not feel wrong, he didn't seem to mind either, and he was leaning forward to. Distance decreased between us, our lips barely touching. This was the closest I've gotten with a guy

I shouldn't be doing this. But my mind shut out all its control and senses as my lips are almost meeting his, yearning for the taste of my first kiss. I started to close my eyes and enjoy the memorable moment about to happen and...

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS LOOKING AT?! MOVE YOUR ASSES, I WANT TO SEE TOO!" I heard the door slam against the wall as Rosheyl made Peter and I almost jump out of our seat.

I looked at Peter, then to Rosheyl and I found that Evan and Thea were also there. All of us exchanged awkward glances. Rosheyl was covering her mouth as if she said something totally sinful, in this case it was ruining a terrible moment. While typical Thea was controlling her glee and Evan was ready to pat Peter on the back and give him a huge bear hug. I couldn't bring myself to look at Peter.

So much for a first kiss.


A/N: Oops, what will happen next? Hehes... Peter 3 Leighton pairing huh?

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