I was in the library when Peter came to meet me. I was reading a fairy tale about an ancient witch. I read all kind of genres I came across be it romance or mature.
Peter had passed a sheet of paper to me and in it read: I've found a way; he had drawn two smiling emoji on it. I wondered how he found me; I sat at the rear end — a spot difficult to find.
I stared at his lightened up expression and sighed.
"What way?" I whispered to him.
"I'll tell you outside. Come on, let's go. " He whispered to me.But I sat still. I was wondering if I should ask him to forget it or if I should at least hear what he had to say. However, Peter held my hand and pulled me up. He took the book I had been reading and kept it back into the shelf.
I tried to pull my hand away from his but he held on tighter. He let me go immediately we got out of library and I examined my wrist. Some red marks had appeared due to Peter's tight grip.
"Oh! I'm sorry." He said as he took my palm in his; examining thoroughly and caressing softly.
"It's okay. " I dragged my hand away from his. "What other way did you find out?"
"Well. . .I've been thinking for so long but then it dawned on me that the solution was right before my eyes. I wonder why we didn't see it since," he said.
"And what could that solution be?" I folded my arms.
"Telephone! Thank God we're in the 21st century where technologies have been invented. We could chat on__"
"Have you been listening to anything I said to you?" I shook my head. "I don't have a phone. My grandma didn't provide one for me."
"What if I get you one?"
"How possible?"
"There are many phones that are not been used in my house. I could get one for you"
"Invalid Peter. That would never happen. I can't sneak a phone into the house. My Grandma would surely find out."
"How?"
"What if she walks into my room impromptu?"
"Your door should always be locked."
"Too bad. Grandma has the keys."
"Damn!" Peter stomped his feet and rubbed his palm over his face.
"I wish there was another way to be friends." I told him and turned to go.
"We could actually find a way if you want. We could hang out in school, during break. We could turn the rooftop to our spot —I know you don't like crowded areas. We could actually make things work. It depends on you."
"I told you my grandma has eyes everywhere. What if she finds out?"
"Let's try it first besides I don't think she would. But if she does, then. . ." Peter shrugged.
"Then what?" I prompted.
"Then we're find another way." He smirked at me and laughed.I didn't laugh with him. I didn't find that amusing. He stopped laughing when he saw me frowning at him.
"What's the worst punishment your grandma can melt out on you?"
"Starve me for a day?"
"That is not a problem. I would bring food for you. You don't have to worry."
"What about the beatings?"
"Well, let's say it's your sacrifice besides you can wear extra clothing. She wouldn't know. You'll just pretend like it's really hurting you whereas you're chilling."He was right. Grandma only flogged me on my back and never on my hand or arm. I could easily wear extra clothing without her knowing.
"But__"
"Come on! Stop over thinking it." Peter groaned. "Actually, I must commend your ability to endure. I would have died if I were you. I can't stay indoors, I'd surely die."
"You wouldn't. " I told him.
"Yes, I will. So that's a yes, right?"I shouldn't be considering this friendship of a thing; I really shouldn't. I could get into big trouble and Ma Suzanne had warned me to stay away from anything that would infuriate Grandma but here I was, considering this friendship — not even with a female but a male. I was running mad, wasn't I?

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