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Peter held my hand for the next three blocks without saying a word. Seeing my mom with his dad walking around town looking like an actual couple made me feel so sick, I nearly choked while biting into the apple Peter had picked for me.
By the time he released my hand, I saw that we were standing in front of my house. I looked at the space between us, secretly wishing he'd stand closer.
"Why are we back here?"
Peter stared straight at my house, his mind clearly in another place. "It's almost four o'clock."
I swallowed another piece of apple. "Is it?"
He nodded. I glanced around, noticing kids walking with their book bags on their backs, laughing and running past us. They looked like they had just gotten out of school.
"Wait..." I glanced at his wrist. "You're not even wearing a watch. How can you tell the time?"
"I can't. I guess I just, sort of, know." Peter stated, now looking down at me. "Hey, are you okay?"
I pushed my glasses up a bit. "Yes. I think. Are you?"
He shrugged, a sad smile on his face. "Yeah... I think."
"Look Kavinsky, if I had known that my mom was actually seeing your dad, I would've told you. I promise. I didn't know a thing." I rambled nervously.
"CRAZY LADY'S TALKING TO HERSELF!!" A tiny child shouted at me. Her small group of friends pointed and giggled loudly, running past us. A girl with long black hair tied back with a pink bow, wearing a bright yellow skirt with a polk a dot sweater gave me an apologetic look. She ran behind them, trying to catch up. "KITTY! IT'S NOT NICE TO MAKE FUN OF CRAZY PEOPLE!"
I felt my face get hot.
Peter snorted so loud, he hurt his throat and ended up coughing super hard.
As I searched for the spare key underneath the rug, Peter regained his composure.
"Don't worry about it. I believe you. I know you didn't know." He took a deep breath before continuing. "...but I did."
I had just opened the door. "What?"
His eyes got real big. "No, no! I didn't know it was your mom but I knew he was cheating."
My shoulders remained tense. "Oh."
We walked inside and made it to my room, where Peter practically threw himself onto my grandmother's rocking chair while I sat across from him, on my bed.
