This Is Us

a/n: Disclaimer! I am not the amazing Jenny Han for bringing this story into our lives and creating Peter Kavinsky who has now ruined my image for a perfect guy. I swear with these fictional boys I'd become an old maid.

Chapter Eighteen

I was trying to search for a highlighter in my bag when I felt my phone ring. Peter's calling. It was still six. He usually doesn't calls me this early, besides he knows I have test tomorrow so I'm going to be with my study group till dawn and I can only call him for a goodnight tonight.

At least we weren't in the Library so it's okay to answer my phone but I gestured to my group that I had to step out a bit so I won't disturb them. Adam Smith was the only one who noticed and he nods.

After a couple more rings, I answered. "Hey," I still couldn't hide the fact that I was happy he called despite me supposedly studying.

"Lara Jean," the way he said my name is different. Which means he's calling for a reason... "What time is your test tomorrow?"

My eyebrows met, I wanted to ask why he's asking but I answered him first. "9am?" though it comes in a question.

"So, don't freak out, okay?" There he is again... I think I should teach him not to start those words because it is making me freak out.

"What's going on? Are you okay?" I started to have these thoughts in my mind and I'm panicking really bad. If anything happened, I have no idea what I'm going to do. I'm 4 hours away with no car...

"Whatever you do decide I'll do it, if you want to go tonight or tomorrow. I'll come pick you up." He started to talk really slowly trying to calm me down. He already knows I'm pacing around like a mad man and biting my thumb nails.

I can't process what he's saying, why is he picking me up? "Peter!" He is leaving me in suspense and it's not even the good kind, I'm too anxious to read into his riddle.

He takes a deep breath, "It's nothing really serious, but Kitty's in the hospital."

"What?" I sputtered out so loud that a couple people that walks in the cafe turned to me like I was crazy. "What? What happened? Oh my god is she alright? well obviously not if she's in the hospital... oh my god..." I could hear Peter in the background raising his voice at me at me since I haven't been paying attention. I'm hyperventilating now. "Is Daddy and Trina— "

"Covey!" Peter's firm voice finally brought me back. "Breathe!"

And I stopped breathing all together. My heart beating across my chest, demanding air.

"Dam it, I knew I should have just drove there." He mumbled under his breath.

That's when I decided to calm down, or started to. I did the slow breathing just to settle my nerves, though my pulse is beating wildly I could hear it by my ear. Peter said it's not serious, so him driving 4 hours just to tell me that, well. He doesn't need to do that.

Peter was waiting for me, it was a good ten seconds before he finally spoke. "You better?"

I nod but then I forgot he can't see him so I gave out a tiny squeal. I cleared my throat and said, "Is she okay?" I tried to sound normal but it came out in one shaky breath.

"She slipped and fell on some ice on her way to her friend's house. She landed on her arm. Your dad said, she might have a fractured elbow." He explained as slowly and as calmly as he can.

I put my hand on my mouth to stop making any unnecessary noises that would make Peter uneasy. I could already hear the guilt in his voice since he knows he went about giving me this news the wrong way. "Where's daddy? Why didn't he call me?" I whispered.