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Chapter 2: Please, don't look at me like that.
Peter's Pov:
I swear my brain just stopped working.Like....full system crash.Evan Villins.Standing in a gay bar.Watching me on stage.As soon as I finished my set. I got off as fast as I could and went straight out the back. I didn’t even think. I just moved.Cold air hit me outside, and I actually felt my lungs again.Good. Great.“Peter.”Of course.I closed my eyes for half a second.Then turned.“…What are you doing here?” I asked.Because honestly, what else do you say to that?
Evan's Pov:
I didn’t have a good answer.Because there wasn’t one.I just… saw him.And followed.Which, yeah, sounds worse when I think about it.“I didn’t know you worked here,” I said.Peter let out a short laugh.“Yeah. That was the idea.”That hurt more than it should’ve.Not because he said it like an insult.Because he said it like a fact.
Peter's Pov:
This is where it gets fun.I get to watch someone try to figure out how to look at me.Like I’m a math problem they didn’t study for.“It’s work,” I said finally. “That’s it.”Evan didn’t react big.No shock. No jokes. No “what the hell.”Just… quiet.Which honestly annoyed me more?“Don’t do that,” I said.“Do what?”“That face.”“What face?”“That… I feel bad for you face.”His expression didn’t change.“I’m not pitying you.”“Yeah,” I muttered. “Sure.”
Evan's Pov:
He was defensive immediately.Not surprised.Just braced.“You need money?” I said.Not guessing. Just stating it.Peter didn’t answer right away.Then: “Yeah.”Simple. Flat.Like it wasn’t worth dressing up.Which somehow made it worse.“I won’t tell anyone,” I added.He gave a short laugh.“Everyone says that.”“I’m not everyone.”That finally made him look at me properly.Like he was checking if I meant it.
Peter Pov:
I should’ve left.I didn’t.Instead, I just said, “Don’t make this weird at school.”Because that’s all I could handle right now.Evan nodded once.“I won’t.”A pause.Then he added, “We’re still lab partners.”I scoffed.“Yeah. Great. Normal chemistry lab experience.”
Evan's Pov:“I’ll act normal,” I said.Peter actually laughed this time.“Define normal.”“Same as always.”He shook his head like that was ridiculous.“Yeah. Right. Nothing abnormal about your lab partner being an undercover stripper.” Peter mentioned.He turned to leave.Then stopped.Didn’t look back.“…Just keep this out of school, okay?” he said.“I will,” I replied.
And that was it.
END:
Peter walked off as if nothing had happened.I stayed there a moment longer.Not because I had anything to say.Just because my brain hadn’t caught up yet.It’s strange how quickly someone can split into two versions.The one you know in daylight.And the one you’re not supposed to see after dark.
And I’d just met both of his in a single night.