yo your comments last chapter were weak. let's blow the comments out of the roof, homies! I know you guys can do that for me!
a lot happens and they talk about a lot of serious stuff so try your best not to be a skim reader
Chapter 22
I wake up to the delicious smell of chocolate chip cookies. A plate of the treats rests on my nightstand, a green sticky note placed on top.
I lift the note that reads:
I'm sorry
A small drawing of two stick figures holding hands is at the corner of the little piece of paper.
There's another note on the wrap of the cookies as well. That one says:
p.s. don't eat these until after breakfast! it's the most important meal of the day!!!
I can't help but smile, even after I spent the night crying. I tried to stop, but when I heard the soft cries coming from Peter's room, I lost it all over again.
I slammed the window shut after that.
There's a soft knock on my door, pulling me out of my thoughts. None other than the cookie maker himself is standing at the doorway.
"May I come in?"
I nod, setting to plate of cookies back on the counter. Peter sits on the floor, his back against my pink walls. No one says anything at first.
"Greg Shepard was this kid in my biology class who helped me dissect a frog because I was too scared. Or as the other kids in the class put it, I was a pussy."
"Jerks," I mutter.
"You were in my biology class that year, Grace."
I shut my eyes, my stomach dropping. "You know what, can we not do this right now? I had a rough night thinking about all of this and-"
"That's not the point of the story. Greg was one of the few people who didn't pick on me for being shy or whatever. It wasn't until the start of this year when he..." he trails off, fiddling with his hands.
"What'd he do?"
"Uh, he broke into your locker and stole your phone from your backpack. He was trying to get dirt on you or something stupid like that."
I raise my eyebrows. "I didn't even know about that."
"Yeah, well, Andrew got really pissed off.. like I had never seen him so mad.. and then they kind of got in a huge fight about it and Greg never spoke to us again after that."
"Until yesterday?"
"Until yesterday," he confirms. "He just shook me up a little, Gracie. I-It doesn't change anything."
I sigh, rubbing a hand over my face. "But it does change things. I know you and I know you listen to what your friends say and-"
"He's not my friend! Sure, maybe I thought he wanted what was best for me at first, but once he started saying all those mean things about you I-I.." He looks down in shame. "I shouldn't have punched him."
My mouth drops involuntarily. "You punched him?"
"I-I've never punched anyone before.."
There is so much guilt in his voice, so much pain. His hand shakes a little as he rubs his swollen cheek.
I want to be happy that he punched Greg to defend me. It's insanely sweet and brave of him, but a part of me thinks maybe he was scared into punching him. All of the words Greg was spitting at him got to him, to his heart, and caused him to crack.
