Lexi’s blue gaze shot up hearing him comment about her apologizing. He had a point that he had done a lot more to hurt her then she did to him but… well she used something she knew hurt him in order to trigger a response. She knew what things to say and how to say them in order to get Peter mad and she did it. And… he hit her, but she asked for it in a sense. Literally and it pulled him from whatever he was fighting with.

Upon his mention of when they first started to date, her lips curled into a knowing smile and she turned her gaze back down to the floor, her small body leaning up against his door and the toe of her shoe traced along the carpet of his bedroom, drawing random shapes as she listened. 

“If anything like that happened again…” She repeated, her gaze shooting up at him, “I will fight back and we’ll both end up battered, bruised and most likely bleeding. I knew the real Peter wouldn’t hit me; violence towards someone you care about is what was needed in order to pull you from… wherever you had gone. So believe me when I say this, I will not hold back and it will be quite a battle for the ages.” She said with a nod. Peter may be a nice guy but if he ever got intentionally physical with her (not being controlled by some crazy glop of black-stuff) she wouldn’t hold back and she would make him look and feel as bad as her. He had strength but she had a quickness and a wiggliness about her that would work towards her advantage.

“I’m not mad you hit me. I’m mad about something else.” Lexi’s head gave a firm nod before she continued. “If you recall; when we first started dating, one of the things you told me was that you were excited about not having any secrets between us. The stuff on you, the thing that wrapped itself around your judgment and nearly your mind; you had to have known before. And you didn’t tell me. Not one word; even when I asked you about it. Nothing…” Again she gave another firm nod.  “That’s what I’m mad about. More secrets…”

Shaking her head she looked down at the ground. “Well that and…” She gave a small chuckle fighting back some tears,  “It seems rather opposite compared to that but I have had a lot of girls in the last few weeks whispering around me about how flirtatious you had become towards…” Her eyes flicked up at him, “them and other girls around the school.”

She leaned her head back against the wall watching him closely. “So, two things decide how I walk out of here Peter, and it’s your call. One is whether you want me to be your girlfriend or not. Because if you’re going to flirt with other girls then there’s no point at us being together if you think the grass is greener on the other side. And two; if you still want me as your girlfriend, the secrets, the lies, they have to stop. And they have to stop now.” Her weight shifted slightly from one foot to the other before she continued, “No matter how you choose to take this, I hope we can still be friends afterwards.” Yes the decision was up to him, she wanted to be together but it all weighed on his shoulders now.