My walk with Peter was silent. It was also very awkward. We haven't said a word to one another since the whole Prince conversation took a rather dark turn. Is he really genuine about how he feels about my friendship with Prince or is he just being jealous? I can't always be too sure with Peter. This whole thing could just be one big joke to him and he's just pulling my chain to get a reaction out of me. If this is the game he's playing it damn sure is working. The only conversations being had at this point was the sound of our footsteps meeting the cold and damn gray concrete beneath us. This eight block trip was the quietest and longest trip of my life. The silence was almost deafening and I couldn't take it anymore. The more I thought about it the more it was beginning to eat away at me. I immediately stopped walking and Peter did soon after. My cheeks were getting really warm. I can tell because the wind wasn't as chilled when it hit my face until now.

  "Peter I need to know. What is your vendetta towards my friendship with Prince?" I hissed at him angrily.

Peter had no words. He was so caught off guard by my anger that he wasn't really sure how to respond. He scratched his head in confusion as he tried to think of something to say.

  "Regan I'm honestly not sure what you mean. I don't have anything against your friendship with him at all. I just want you to be careful that's all." He replied.

I can tell that by the look on his face that he was stunned.

  "So then what was all that about back there?" I asked.

  "Regs I'm just looking out for you."

  "You wouldn't just look out for anybody unless there was a motive behind it. So what's really going on? Are you trying to piss me off my playing some sick joke or is this really how you feel?"

The more I looked at Peter the more I can see that there was something on his mind that he wanted to tell me. Something that I didn't even know about but he did. He didn't want to say the wrong thing and he knew that for his sake it was better to keep quiet. If he really knew what was good for him he'd start talking. He must have forgotten that I have a very mean right hook. His eyes wandered down to the ground and his body language was giving off a sign that he did know something about Prince that I didn't.

"What's going on with you? Why are you acting weird?" I asked him bluntly.

He didn't answer right away like he normally would. He just kept looking down at the ground.

"Peter! Stop playing games with me! What is it!"

"Alright!" He shouted at me out of frustration.

"Don't yell at me!" I shouted back at him angrily.

"I'm not yelling!" He shouted at me again.

This was getting nowhere. All we're doing is just yelling at each other on the corner like a bunch of idiots and nothing is getting accomplished.

"You know what? This is fucking stupid! I'm not gonna sit here and let you you with me. I'm outta here!" I huffed.

I started to cross the street and stormed away from him as quickly as I could. I thought he was my friend but he was the one with the motive.

"Regan he's having sex with Denise!" Peter shouted as my left foot touched the curb.

I just froze in place. Did I just hear him right? Is Prince really sleeping with Denise right now? Is Peter just lying to me because he's jealous of the relationship me and Prince have? Now I need some answers. I turned to face Peter who was standing just across the street from me looking as sad as a lost puppy.

"You don't know what you're talking about! He's with the band! I know he is I just saw them! They were all at my house waiting for me!"

"Regan I know he stayed over at your house last night. I saw him leaving at dawn." Peter replied sadly.

"What does that prove? He just left my house! That doesn't mean that he's screwing anybody." I hissed.

He began to jog across the street towards me.

"Stay where you are. I might punch your lights out the way I feel right now." I scolded.

"Well then you can punch my lights out then because I think a real friend would take that hit for telling their friend the truth." He replied.

"For somebody who does cross country he seems very persistent about this." I said.

"I have to be. My daddy is a pastor and if I started lying then my chances on getting into heaven would be ruined." He chuckled.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head a little. Standing just a mere four to five inches away from each other Peter stood and looked at me.

"Regs? I wouldn't make this up. Ok? I saw it with my own eyes!" He told me.

"Then that makes you just as sick as Prince!" I said to him angrily.

"That's not what I meant. I mean....I was out for my run this morning when I saw him leaving out of your front door. He didn't notice me because I wasn't standing in direct light. He didn't go the direction he usually does to get home which was funny to me. So since my run was the same way he was going I trailed behind him. I just thought maybe he was walking around so he wouldn't get into trouble for not showing up for curfew but he went to The Matthews place. I saw him tap on her basement window and she opened the door for him about 3 minutes later. I didn't go over there at first but when he went inside I did. The basement light came on just as I crossed the street. By the time I got there he was already doing sexual things to her. I didn't want to get busted for watching so I left. I'm sorry Regan. But I can't sit back and let him keep railroading your heart like this. I know how you feel about him but.....honestly you deserve so much better."

I had checked out of the speech when Peter said sexual things. All I could hear was my heart pounding in my ears and my skin felt like it was engulfed in an inferno of rage. I didn't know what to say or what to do. My legs felt as if they were super glued to the pavement. I had a feeling that if I got my hands around Prince Nelson's neck I was going to kill him.