Seven and a half years earlier...
I f*****g hated my classmates. f*****g hated every single one of them. Because what was I seeing right in front of me? None other than Peter Honston, doing everything in his power to flirt with Cora. And while Cora was sweet, smart, and sometimes far more mature than people gave her credit for, she most definitely couldn’t see what was going on right in front of her.
Peter had been talking her up for several minutes now, laying it on thick. He was making her laugh, throwing out those fake little jokes, and there she went—doing that thing that girls always do when they’re entertained. You know the one—she laughed so hard she gave him that playful push on the chest. Classic. And yeah, maybe it looked harmless to someone else, maybe it even looked sweet. Bu
