COVINSKY | tatbilb (updating)

promises are meant to be broken

He pulls me towards the circle of teenagers dancing next to their friends and dates. I stand awkwardly while Peter dances like everyone next to me.

"Lara Jean, loosen up." He shakes me shoulders and keeps them there while he controls moves my stiff body from left to right.

I almost laugh when Peter narrows his eyes at me. "I really can't dance!"

"Even to Lady Gaga?" Peter asks while I can't help, but giggle at him.

I nod until I realize some people slow dance when a love song comes on. I gasp when Peter takes both my hands and places them on his shoulders.

"Since you can't dance to Gaga, then maybe you could dance to this song." He pulls me closer to him with his hands on my waist.

I avoid his gaze by looking at anywhere else, but him. We start to slowly sway and move while I try not to freak out.

"So, how are you liking school?"

I take a deep breath and answer him. "It's great, what about you?"

"It's alright, I was thinking of trying out for the lacrosse team." I look at Peter while he continues, "I was thinking of football, but the guys at lacrosse seemed cooler."

"Oh... Don't forget me when you get popular."

"How could I forget you? I would never forget you..." Peter chuckles and squeezes my waist, "and your horrible dancing."

I giggle at his comment before he starts to laugh with me. "Hey, I can always get better."

"I'll you give four years."

I raise my eyebrows in confusion. "Four years?"

He nods at me. "Yeah, at prom."

I stop for a second. "What do you mean prom?"

"Save me a dance for prom." Peter says while he grins at me with his all perfect smile. "Promise me." He takes his hand off my waist and shows me his pinky.

I hestitate for a second because promises were meant to be broken and four years was a long time, but just maybe... "Okay." I hook my pinky with his and seal the deal.

The lingering question kept me up
Two a.m., who do you love?

The rest of the homecoming dance, Peter and I spent the night laughing at my attempted embarrassing dance moves. I tripped a few times, but Peter helped me each time.

"Lara Jean, did you have fun tonight?" Margot asks quietly next to me at the back of the car.

"I think so." I play it cool knowing Margot would turn my mood down. "I just sat around."

Margot crosses her arms in front of her and looks straight at me. "Someone told me you were dancing with Peter Kavinsky?"

"Just a dance cause he saw me alone."

For the rest of the ride, I think about the possibilities of what might happen the rest of my high school knowing Peter's promise. Will Peter and I ever get together?