Noah Centineo Peter Kavinsky Novels & Stories

Blonde, ever-grinning, ever-joking Peter, and he's looking at me like I'm Christmas come early. "W-what's going on?" I stammer, eyes bouncing between them. Peter, too bright, too eager. Noah staring at the floor like the carpet's got something important to say. "Don't be anxious, baby girl," Peter says, his voice all charm and smooth glass. He nudges Noah, trying to get a reaction. Noah lifts his face. He shaved for the wedding. The clean look is strange on him. Makes him look younger. His hazel eyes don't hold mine for long. His smile is twisted-awkward, unsure.

“We all watched the news. Guess what? Noah fucking Centineo is here! So make it up quickly.” Shit, shit, shit.. The thought of how I messed up few minutes ago flew out of my head only to be replaced by the thought of meeting the actor. How was Cameron able to bring such big actor here? Is he planning to revive the series? My hands slightly trembled as I think of the first thing to say to him. Noah Centineo! I would love to be the face of your new brand... no, that is just lame Emily. This is terrible. I am not composed and nothing is going my way!