AMY
Pete hadn't said anything else, but from the last words he said, with the now smaller space between us. I could read the tension in the air. He was holding his sweatshirt and I felt like he was waiting for my response so he could act. When I didn't do anything, he hung it on me.
“Wear this,” he said.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked him, trying to know what his plans were.
“Isn't it obvious, Amy?” He asked, looking me in the eyes. “I never wanted to hurt you.”
“That's what all the male leads in a movie tell the female leads. Be realistic Pete, we aren't acting in a movie here.” I swallowed.
We heard some noise in the distance, and it was Sandra. She was looking around, and I believed I was the one she was searching for, with her eyes.
“Let's leave.” Pete grabbed my hands,
