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"Hey, hey, hey, hey"
Sabrina leaned back from her locker, cocking her head to the side. "Yes, hello?"
Peter Kavinsky stood in front of her, in all his glory. He was sporting that cocky smile that had girls fall left and right for him.
"May I help you?" Sabrina asked, crossing her arms with a huff.
Apparently, not all girls.
"So, you're blonde." He said, adjusting the straps of his backpack.
"Yeah, no." Sabrina chuckled, closing her locker. "This is a wig, my hair's naturally purple."
Peter stayed silent, which caused Sabrina to turn to him. "Oh my god, that was a joke."
"Oh."
"Lighten up, Petey-poo." Sabrina laughed, turning her back on him and walked towards the school exit.
"Woah, woah, woah, woah, wait." Peter called out as he followed Sabrina, walking side-by-side next to her.
"Yeah?"
"What's your name?" Peter asked, groaning as he saw Sabrina's smirk. "Come on, otherwise I'll call you Mal until I get your name off of someone."
"Alright," Sabrina laughed, stopping in her tracks, turning over to hi. "What do you want from me, Kavinsky?"
"Okay, I still stand on you should help me for Greek Mythology--"
"Not gonna happen."
"Subtle, but I still stand firm on that." Peter nodded with a chuckle. "No, I just wanna tell you that your friend almost ran me over yesterday."
"My friend running you over?" Sabrina ask. "Uh, are we talking about Lara Jean?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"Man, I am so sorry." Sabrina laughed, shaking her head. "She's a terrible driver. Anyways, what's that got to do with me?"
"I got this last night." Peter said, pulling something from his bag and giving it to Sabrina. "Can we go to the track, by the way?"
"Why?" Sabrina whined, taking the letter from Peter as she followed him to the track.
"La la la la la la." Sabrina muttered as her eyes scanned over the letter addressed to Lara Jean. "Oh, that's tough. I assume you don't like her like that?"
"Not gonna happen." Peter affirmed, scratching the back of his neck.
"Let me ask this again, what do I have to do with this?"
"She's your friend," Peter shrugged. "Maybe you can help me ease the tension, tell me how to let her down gently."
"Let her down gen--She's not a dog, prince charming. Just tell her." Sabrina huffed, waving over at Lara who jogged next to Chris.
