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Stutterin’ Pete {Pt. 5} -Peter Parker x Reader-

Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3 - Pt. 4

Part 5!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter’s alter-ego starts to interfere with his relationship with you. Now, neither have you have proposed being exclusive but you couldn’t help feeling jealous and driving yourself crazy over the suspicions that Peter, wherever he was, wasn’t alone. This leads you to blow up on him, leaving him in the dust and very confused. It takes a visit from the Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man to truly open your eyes. Patching things up with Peter was easy, it felt great but duct tape only lasts so long.

You also become increasingly aware that Peter, Ned and Michelle would be going to DC soon for the Decathlon Finals. There was one other person that would be going on this trip.. Liz Allan. A girl Peter has been very open about being into since you were kids. Liz’s interactions with Peter start to become more frequent, your fearful brain suspects she has seduced Peter and he had given into his childhood crush. Despite whatever it was that had been going on between the two of you.

Warnings?: This part is probably going to be long.. There’s talking about injuries, swearing and maybe/definitely some fluff. ;)

“Why don’t you just tell her?” Ned asked fiddling with Peter’s mask. “She would probably understand.” He added.

“No, no, no.” He said turning his desk chair around to face Ned still holding the small screwdriver in his hand he was been using to tinker with one of his web shooters. “If Y/N knew about this she would be so angry with me. She would worry too much” He said gesturing to the red and blue suit that was laying on the bed next to Ned.

“I don’t see why you suddenly need Y/N’s approval anyways. It’s not like you guys are together.”

“We aren’t.” Peter said feeling his heart hammer against his chest feeling as if it was going to thump right out. He turned his back to Ned again trying to hide his blush that he knew was spilling onto his cheeks. “It’s just… You know so I figure it would only be fair if I told her why I’ve been such a flake.” He shrugged his shoulders “But then I realized that just because I’ve known her as long as you and… I trust her, that doesn’t necessarily mean I need to share my secret identity with everyone. You found out by accident so thats almost justified.”

“And who told you not to tell anyone?” Ned asked.

“…Mr. Stark.” Peter said

“Oh… You mean Tony ‘I am Iron Man’ Stark?” He asked Peter paused realizing that Ned had made a good point.

“That doesn’t matter. I don’t have Mr. Stark’s money to have security following me and people I care about. What happens if one of my enemies goes after those closest to me?” He asked

“What enemies? The fake Avengers from the other night?”

“Okay fine, future enemies.” Peter grumbled rolling his eyes.

“Don’t get grumpy with me. It was your idea to tell her and also you that told me it was a bad idea minutes later.” Ned quipped. Peter sighed.

“You’re right… It’s just… I hate all the lying.” He said

“I know, man. You’re doing a good thing though. Protecting your family and stuff. Very heroic of you.” He said smirking.

“Don’t be an idiot, Ned.” Peter said but they both started to laugh.

“Hey, you.” You smiled into your locker hearing Peter come up behind you. He had waited. You were getting hours at the Library after school, technically only one but you hadn’t expected Peter to wait. You turned to kiss him briefly.

“I didn’t think you would have waited.” You admitted shoving your books into your backpack.

“Oh, I did leave.” He assured you. “But I decided to come back for you when the hour was up. How was it?” He asked leaning back on the lockers beside yours. You shrugged.

“Alright. I mean it was no great task.” You said zipping up your bag. “Speaking of those, did you see the News actually did a story on that Spider-Man guy?” You said Peter coughed.

“O-oh, no. I haven’t se-seen that.” He said as you closed your locker.

“He’s pretty cool isn’t he?” You asked slinging your backpack onto your shoulders. He shrugged his own broad shoulders.

“I g-guess so.” He said as you started towards the exit.

“I hear Liz Allan has a crush on him.” You said

“She does?” He asked, you internally rolled your eyes at him. Of course, you bring up Liz Allan and his interest in peaked. A little too much, you thought jealously.

“Yeah,” You added your voice clipped. “That tells you how above high school boys she thinks she is.” You didn’t want to look at him, you felt like you were going to lose your temper even more.

“Maybe Spider-Man goes to high school.” Peter said nonchalantly. You stopped and fake-checked your phone.

“I don’t think I can hang out tonight, Pete.” You said

“Why?” He asked seemingly clueless to the fact that you were blowing him off.

“My mom wants me to do something.” You lied you couldn’t leave him like this, as much as you wanted to. You put on your best smile tough due to how hurt you were feeling. “Thanks for coming back for me though.” You said he nodded and stepped towards you for what you assumed would be a goodbye kiss or hug. You couldn’t touch him right now. You didn’t want him to touch you. So you backed away more waving.

“Bye!” You said and rushed off before he could stop you.

It was dark by the time you headed home. You knew it wouldn’t really be that big of a deal since your parents were gone again. Oscorp business is San Fran or whatever. You hated walking by yourself so you kept your head down and moved as fast as you could without running. You nearly made it back to your apartment doorstep when you heard clatter from the alleyway behind. It sounded like a trash can being knocked over.

Like a stereotypical hero film character, you decided to go have a look. You shrieked when you turned the corner and saw none other than the Spider-Man that had been all over social media and youtube.

“Sp-Spider-Man?” You stuttered he was laying on his stomach struggling to prop himself up on one elbow. He had his other arm wrapped around his torso. He looked up at you, the lenses in his mask widened, you had to hold back a laugh at how expressive his mask was. You put down your bag of take out and rushed over. You heard him whisper something, more to himself before he groaned, you could tell even his voice was definitely disguised by his mask as well. Pretty techy.. You thought to yourself.

“What are you doing down here?” You asked

“I had to come to this alley. T-To hide.” He said you looked at his other arm, the one that was holding his torso.

“Are you injured?” You asked he nodded.

“I think I was stabbed.”

“Oh no.” You said “I’ll call you an ambulance.” You went for your phone but Spider-Man reached out with lightning fast reflexes and snatched your wrist with surprising strength, despite how buff he looked under that spandex.

“No. No hospital.” He said

“Well, I can’t just leave you here! If you’ve been stabbed,” You shook your head trying to comprehend the new problem you were facing. Peter momentarily out of your thoughts you gave up all sense of reason.

“Can you stand?” You asked “My apartment is right there, I’ll take you in and up the elevator.” You said

“I think I can walk but you don’t need to do this.” He said

“No, I don’t. But I would like to. So, do you want my help?” You asked he hesitated for one moment before sticking out his gloved hand. You took it and with a lot of effort on both of your ends, you got him to his feet. Pulling his arm around your shoulders, you dropped an arm to his waist to help him stand. Something about him was familiar but you shook it off as how much you’ve seen him online.

“Can you grab that?” You asked as you passed your take out bag.

“Georgio’s?” He asked almost as if offended at your choice in sandwich shops.

“Well, it’s not my first choice. The place me and my best friend go to kind of got blown up in that bank robbery you stopped the other night.” You said

“Sorry, about that.” He said

“Well, I would be a little less inclined to help you if Mr. Delmar or his cat Murph had died. Mind you but I heard you saved them too. So, no apology needed.” You said you pushed the outer glass door open with your foot but had to lean Spider-Man against the wall to unlock the inner door with your key before getting him to lean on you again. It didn’t take you long to get him down to the hall and at the elevators you reached over and jabbed the button for your floor.

Mrs. Wembley was out in the hall was you exited the elevator so you tried to act as casual as possible.

“We’re just getting back from a convention.” You said “My friend here had a little too much to drink.” You said rolling your eyes.

“You kids should drink more responsibly.” She said and pushed her apartment door open.

“And you should mind your own business.” You muttered blushing when you heard Spider-Man chuckle at a comment he wasn’t supposed to hear. Shoving your key into its place and turning it pushing the door open. You brought Spider-Man over to the couch, pulling a sheet over it before guiding him down.

“Wait here.” You said you rushed over to the kitchen shutting the door and flicking to bolt across but also throwing the chain across too, just in case your parents decided to show up out of the blue again like they did the last time Peter was over. Your heart felt heavy as you thought of him. You had realized you were over reacting and had been finding out what to say to him when you got home. You had bought sandwiches to break the ice for your apology. That looked like it was going to have to be put on hold considering the superhero on your couch. Taking out your phone you texted the next person you thought of. Ned.

You: Ned!!! I’m freaking out. You won’t believe what happened to me!!!

You pocketed your phone, grabbed a tray, filled it with hot water, grabbed a towel and the First Aid Kit your parents left underneath the sink, a candy bar and some orange juice. You piled the things on the tray then came back. Setting the tray on the table, you looked back at Spider-Man who was watching you. Or at least you thought so, his eyes were quite expressive so you just assumed.

“I brought some things to help, I don’t really know how to deal with stab wounds but, I can clean it and try to make sure it doesn’t get infected or something.” You said feeling your phone vibrate in your butt pocket.

“That’s great.” He said

“Oh, the orange juice and candy bar are for you.. Blood sugar and stuff. Just in case you have lost a lot of it, I thought it would be good to have.” You realized you were babbling and quickly turned away acting like you were busy with the First Aid Kit, you pulled out your phone reading Ned’s text.

Ned: What?! Is everything alright???

You: Everything is okay with me but for the SUPERHERO ON MY COUCH not so good. YEAH SPIDER-MAN IS ON MY COUCH, HE’S INJURED WTF DO I DO????

You sent the text and looked back at Spider-Man who was eyeing the take-out back with sandwiches in it.

“You can have one of those.” You said pulling out things you thought you might need.

“Are you expecting company?” He asked

“No… You’re safe here, Why?” You asked

“You said one of those. Or do you just eat two sandwiches?” He asked

“Oh, no.” You waved him off. “One of those is for that best friend I was telling you about earlier. I was going to go to his apartment to apologize for something stupid I did earlier today.” You said

“What did you do?” He asked reaching for the sandwich bag.

“I got all jealous. You see- Nevermind you probably don’t care about this. I’ll bore you into throwing yourself out that window.” You pointed to the far window he chuckled.

“No, I promise. If you’re going to patch me up and feed me, we might as well share some secrets.” The eyes on his masks narrowed in mock suspicion when you said secrets, it was an appearance enough to get a giggle out of you.

“Okay, well, My best friend has had this crush on this girl since we were kids. Her name is Liz… Um, she’s a senior. We’re Freshmen.” You said rolling your eyes. “I would love to inform you that she’s a complete snob and completely unbearable but they would be lies. The problem is I actually like the girl.” You grumbled.

“Why is that a problem?” He asked “Do you mind if I have the one with the pickles?” He added

“Go head.” You said “It’s because I like him. I have for as long as I can remember. I mean since we were just little tikes. Our parents knew each other and our moms were pregnant at the same time so we spent practically every day together since the womb. It sounds weird and cliche but Peter-” You broke off “That’s his name.” You said Spider-Man nodded and held the sandwich ready to bite until he seemed to remember he was wearing a mask. Glancing towards you, he pulled it up to just above his nose. Part of you wanted to search for any simulates to see if you could place him but you didn’t bother. You didn’t have the kind of luck to know someone who was a superhero. Your phone vibrated again.

Ned: TREAT HIM DUMBY! HE FIGHTS CRIME FOR US. But don’t lift up his mask, that’s like rescuing a hero code. It’s totally uncool to do that. And maybe he’s the “I’d tell you but then I’d have to kill you type of superheroes??? Tell me everything later! Go be a Doctor!!!

Rolling your eyes at Ned’s text before putting your phone on the table.

“So,” You began again. “It probably does seem like a cliche for me to be into my best friend or whatever but recently, I thought it was mutual.” You said deciding telling Spider-Man about your sex life was just too weird. You crawled on your knees towards him with the bowl of hot water and cloth. “Would you mind lifting that or something?” You asked gesturing to the upper portion of his suit. He put the sandwich down, reaching up he tapped the spider on his chest and the suit seemed to grow ten sizes, he easily slipped out of the top half, keeping his mask tightly secured on his face. You gently pushed him back towards the back of the couch you climbed on beside him and started to wipe at his knife slash.

“It’s not a stab. It’s more of a slash. You won’t need stitches or anything. Just a bandage and you’ll be golden in a few days.” You said

“Cool.” There was silence apart from the occasional hiss from Spider-Man as you touched certain sensitive parts of the wound. “So, keep my mind off of all this…” He gestured to the cotton balls and rubbing alcohol you just picked up.

“Tell me more about… You and Peter.” He said

“Well, that’s the problem.” You said “There isn’t a me and Peter. Officially. I can’t look at a girl who is looking at him and tell her he’s mine or tell people he’s my boyfriend… Even just to hold his hand.” You thought sadly “Just to hold his hand in the hallway at school or on the street. I’ve dreamed about it for years. Just to show everyone around that I found my… Han Solo.” You smiled to yourself sticking a cotton ball to the mouth of the bottle and tipping it upside down to wet it.

“Well,” He said but seemed to be stuck. “If you want this Peter guy to be your boyfriend.. Why don’t you tell him? Maybe he feels the same way? Why don’t you make your move?” He asked flinching as you dabbed the slit of his wound with the alcohol cotton ball.

“Well, because Han shot first.” You said with a smirk you were rewarded with seeing the beginning of a smile on his face as he pulled the mask back down. “No, I guess it’s just because… Since we’ve kissed and since we…” You stopped “Well, we’ve been sort of couple-ish but neither of us have brought it up. I think it’s just because we’re both afraid of pushing it. I mean what we have is great. I love it but it’s the fact that I can’t tell other people. I mean, I want to be able to tell Liz and other girls to back off but, I don’t have the right too, you know?” You said

“I understand…” He said as you reached for a tube of polysporin from the First Aid Kit. You grabbed a q-tip and turned back. You realized that his voice hadn’t been disguised earlier but you hadn’t picked up on it, no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t remember what it had sounded like “But.. You’re a guy… How would you feel about this sort of situation?” You asked

“I don’t know how other guys would react but if I was Peter.. I would hold your hand in the hallway.” He said you blushed turning away to grab a gauze pad. You rubbed the polysporin on with the q-tip then placed the gauze pad down. You placed a bit of sticky guaze over top of that and leaned back admiring your work.

“I think you’ll make it, Spider-Man.” You said He nodded to you.

“Thank you, citizen.” He said you laughed.

“Are you strong enough to go home to wherever you live?” You asked

“Would you mind if I just sat here for a little bit? I’m still reeling from the fight.” He said

“Of course.” You said you grabbed a pillow from the other end of the couch fluffing it up before putting it beside him. “You can lay down. Want a blanket or something?” You asked

“No, I’m-” you jumped as he stopped talking. He looked towards the door.

“What?” You asked

“I have to go.” He said getting up

“What? No, you should rest.”

“I’ll be fine.” He said looking towards the door again with a slight flinch.

“Oh um, okay. That window opens.” You pointed to one of the living room windows.

“Great, thanks.” He rushed over to the window sliding it up just as you heard the key slide into place on the other side of the door. “Thank you for everything.” He said before dropping out of the window. You ran over to see if he had stuck the landing or not but he was gone. There was no sign of the red and blue suit anywhere.

Holy shit. I just met Spider-Man! I gotta tell-

Peter.

Your heartsank as you thought about Peter. You looked down at the table where the half eaten sandwich was laying. There goes your peace offering… Perhaps the new peace offering could be telling him the Spider-Man story? Leaving out the parts where you used him as your own personal Dr. Phil… Your parents were knocking on the door pushing at the chain bolt.

“Sorry! I’m coming.” You said grabbing as much stuff off the living room table as possible and threw it in the garbage. Once the door was opened and your parents tiredly shuffled in with their duffle bags you grabbed a garbage bag and wen back to the living room while they were distracted with getting their usual glass of wine after they came home from different places.

“Home from San Fran so early?” You asked grabbing the half eaten sandwich and throwing it away, a couple pieces of gauze and the cloth you had used because you didn’t no where else to put it. You tied off the bag and grabbed the bowl of water that was still warm against your arm. You dropped the bag by the door and ducked behind your dad dumping out the water in the bowl.

“Oh, it was quite the chain of events.” Your mother muttered sipping her wine. “We get half way there when we find out the deal had fallen through. Probably something Norm said.” She shook her head.

“Hey, it’s not his fault. He’s stressed lately.” Your Dad jumped to Norman Osborn’s defence.

“Oh, Norm can do no wrong in your eyes. Neither could Richard. Including-” Your mother stopped as if realizing you were still here. Your parents didn’t like mentioning Richard Parker when you were around. You always assumed it was because they felt guilty since they knew Peter’s parents better than he could. They did it with Ben too. You remembered how May, Ben and your parents used to get together and have game night when you and Peter were kids that’s originally how you had met him. Your parents couldn’t find a sitter and it turns out neither could Richard and Mary so Peter had come along too. He started to come around a lot after you first met. Your mother later told you it was because he didn’t really have any other kids to play with since Norman Osborn had sent his son, Harry to boarding school when they were only kids so that took away Peter’s only friend. You and Peter only had each other for a long time. You reflected sadly on that one day Peter came to his Aunt and Uncles but that time he was holding a suitcase and was wrapped in his uncles jacket. You remember the night his parents got in the plane crash. Peter was hollow for a couple years after. This was until he started being comfortable with the idea of May and Ben as his guardians and even started to be happy but this year, Uncle Ben was murdered and it had brought back a lot of things for Peter. You suspected he was still in a lot of pain from it but he was choosing to hide it for May’s sake who sometimes, when you were over and she thought she was alone, you could hear her crying quietly to herself.

“I’m sorry guys but I gotta go.” You said

“Go where? It’s passed midnight.”

“To Peter’s I need my science notes off him.” You said and pulled the door open before any more objections could be made. You took the short stair case up onto Peter’s floor and rushed down to his apartment door, almost doing it naturally. You reached it and knocked. May was always up at this hour anyways. Ever since Ben. You waited but there was no answer. You knocked again this time harder.

“May? Peter?” You said you knocked again and waited. You backed away, someone had always answered the door. Always. Your world felt suddenly really small as you were consumed with guilt over how you had treated Peter. Reflecting on your conversation more and more you realized that you had been a complete jealous bitch. And if you were being honest, it was majorly your fault. You’re the one that didn’t propose you guys be exclusive. You had no right to get angry at him for being so blatantly into someone else. He wasn’t the one at fault. Giving up, you turned around and went back to your apartment.

You talked to your parents for a little over half an hour about their trip before finally retiring to your room. You didn’t bother to turn on your light as lightning flashed outside, rain smacking against your windows. You shuffled over to your bed and stripped off into your underwear, you crawled under the covers and felt prickly tears in your eyes as the scent of Peter surrounded you, but this time his warm arms didn’t come with the scent.

You made yourself even more upset the more you thought about where he was. Perhaps he had slept over at Ned’s? They did that sometimes lying to their parents that they had assignments and then staying up all night playing video games. You fought the compulsion to text Ned.

Or maybe he went to visit Liz.

You cursed yourself, angrily rolling onto your side. Even if he was, you didn’t have a right to be angry. Yes, the two of you were sleeping together and acting like a couple but neither have you had proposed it. The fact was that Peter wasn’t yours to keep out of another girls arms. The thought of Peter holding Liz as she slept at this very moment made you finally cry. Had you ruined it getting angry at him and bailing without an explanation? Pulling out your phone you checked to see if he had replied to your earlier text asking if you could talk. He hadn’t. You locked your phone and tossed it onto your dresser. Of course.

You woke up with a chest full of emotion, a brain heavy with possible scenarios. You had slept in so you couldn’t catch Peter at the train stop so you decided on going to his locker. You marched into the school with purpose. You saw him at Ned’s locker, he was wearing a dark red long sleeved shirt was a dark grey and white plaid collared shirt underneath with black jeans. He looked good. You reflected grumpily. When you reached him you reached out and grabbed his arm with both of your hands and pulled him.

“I need to talk to you. Excuse us, Ned.” You said yanking Peter down the hall until you reached the music room you opened the door and pulled him in closing the door.

“What the hell are you doing, Y/N?” Peter sounded more confused than angry. He was oblivious.

“Where were you last night?” You asked his face went pale and his eyes widened.

“I w-was at h-home. Why?” He asked scratching his neck.

“Oh, you were, were you?” You narrowed your eyes.

“I don’t understand what you’re trying to say here, Y/N..” He said passing his notebook from hand to hand.

“Were you with her?” You asked

“Her?” Peter asked

“Liz!” You shouted but it came out more like a croak. You had convinced yourself this was it.

“What?” He said his brows coming together “No!”

“Then why didn’t you answer my texts or answer your door when I knocked. Where was May? Where were you?” You started to cry and Peter dropped his notebook on one of the chairs and rushed towards you pulling you into him. You wanted to push away from him. There was still something he was hiding.

“My phone died and I couldn’t find the charger. May’s not home because she took a girl’s trip.” He said stroking your hair soothingly.

“What about you?” You asked

“Me? I w-was with St-Stark.” He said

“Are you lying?” You asked leaning away from him, enough to look into his eyes.

“No. Why would I lie?” He asked

“Can I ask you something?” You asked he pulled you against him again.

“Anything.”

“Do you have the same feelings you have for me, towards Liz?” Peter tensed before he backed away from you.

“God, Y/N, Can you let this go already? It’s a crush. A crush.” He said he was getting angry now, you could see that.

“You can’t blame me for being afraid! She’s the prettiest most popular girl in the school and she’s on your decathlon team and she’s-”

“Not you.” Peter said it would have been a sweet comment if he hadn’t snapped it at you. “I’m with you. Not with Liz. I thought that would have been made pretty clear by now.” He turned around putting his hands through his hair sighing with exasperation.

“Oh has it? I can’t recall you asking me to be your girlfriend or to be exclusive or grabbing my hand in public.” You said

“You don’t do those things either!” He turned around throwing up his arms. “For all I know you could have not wanting those things.” He said

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked

“Because what if I was right? What if I told you I wanted to be exclusive, what if I told you I wanted to hold your hand and what if you didn’t want that. That would ruin our friendship and that is the last thing I want to happen.” He said

“Oh, Peter…” You stepped forward but he took a step back.

“I told you it was only you. I said I only wanted it to be you. Did those words mean nothing to you?” He asked

“When did you say that?” You asked he looked puzzled for a moment.

“In your defence, I think you were sleeping at the time.” You couldn’t help but smile. Quickly dismissing it trying to maintain the seriousness.

“Those words do mean something to me, Peter. They mean everything to me.” You said he took a step forward and reached out taking your hand in his much larger one, reaching up with the other hand to cup your face, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb.

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” He asked you smiled up at him.

“If you’ll still have me. Yes.” You said

“I’ll still have you.” He smiled back at you, you leaned up and kissed him deeply.

“We should probably tell Ned. He would never forgive us if the rumour mill got to him before we did.” You said Peter nodded he let go of your hand to grab his notebook.

“At lunch.” He said you nodded in agreement.

“Lead the way… Girlfriend.” He said following behind you as you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the huge grin on your face.

“Is this a joke?” Michelle asked from across the table. Ned sat beside her staring at you and Peter who had just told your secret to them. It was a secret anymore. You and Peter were together. A couple.

“No, MJ. It’s not a joke.” Peter rolled his eye

“Oh well then good luck to you both.” She shrugged, smiled and snatched the apple off your tray taking a bite and looking back down at her book.

“So… You’re together, together?” Ned asked

“Yes, Ned.” You smiled “A couple.” He was blank for one more moment before grinning like a kid in a candy shop.

“Awesome. My best friend and my other best friend. I’m glad you guys finally got together.” He said sipping his drink.

“Finally?” Peter asked

“It was pretty obvious.” Michelle said “It’s always been there, it just took you guys waaaay to long to see it.” She said not once looking up from her book.

“I don’t know how you notice anything with your nose jammed so far into books. Perhaps it was all an illusion from all the glue in the spine you’ve been huffing.” Peter said both you and Ned laughed as she flipped him off.

“Hugs and kisses to you too, MJ.” Peter muttered looking back at Ned.

“So what time is the Decathlon practice tonight?” He asked lightly drumming his finger tips on the table.

“I don’t know, maybe you should ask, Liz. She’s coming right over here.” Ned said his eyes locked on the moving figure over Peter’s shoulder.

“Hey guys.” Liz greeted her entourage standing by.

“Hey Liz.” Both Ned and Peter croaked.

“Hey.” Michelle muttered, nose still in her book.

“Hey.” You said lifting a fry to your lips.

“Just a reminder that practice is tonight right after school. Is that okay for you?” She asked

“Fine.” Peter said you rolled your eyes at his smile. He’s just friendly. You kept telling yourself. It’s just a crush, he wouldn’t act on it. He’s with you now. He only wants it to be you, remember. You kept telling yourself.

“I can do after school.” Ned said blushing like crazy as Liz smiled at him.

“Alright,” You nearly snapped at her when she gave Peter’s shoulder a squeeze before turning away. “I’ll see you guys then.” She said over her shoulder.

You officially hated her. You caught Michelle looking up from her book at you, she rolled her eyes. “I know.” She mouthed.

It had been three days since you and Peter came out as a couple, so far so good, except for the fact that you had to leave New York for the day and Michelle texted you saying Liz sat with them at lunch and was getting really flirty with Peter and kept touching his arm and stuff. She had provided no comment on how Peter reacted to the whole thing so you didn’t know how to feel. You went by Peter’s when you got back which was a little before school ended. Aunt May let you in and the two of you talked until she had to head out and do some laundry. You laid on the couch watching tv until you heard Peter’s key slide into place. You shut off the tv and sat up. Peter walked in, you could hear his music playing through his ear buds from here. Highway to Hell by AC/DC. Oh, what an appropriate soundtrack. He almost kept going straight to his room until he froze and backed up. He turned and saw you, his brows came together and he slowly reached up click the pause button on his earbuds and slowly pulling them out.

“Y/N? What… What’s up?” He said

“I don’t, is there something up?” You asked he slowly came over and sat on the couch beside you.

“What’s going on?” He asked his hand slipped onto your knee.

“I heard you had quite the lunch hour.” You said. Like that, his shoulders slumped and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he dropped it onto the back of the couch.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Am I boring you?” You asked crossing your arms across your chest.

“A little, yes.” He said getting up, he walked around the sofa to go into the kitchen, you turned leaning over the back of the couch to keep your eyes on him. “Why do you keep bringing this up?” He questioned going into the fridge and grabbing a can of cola. “It’s never going to get better if you don’t,” He popped the soda open “Let it go.” He said taking a sip.

“I can’t let this go, Peter. How would you feel if you heard that the hottest most popular guy at school sat next to me and was having his hands all over me and flirting with me all lunch hour?” You asked

“Who told you this? Was it Ned?” He asked leaning on the counter. “No, no. I bet it was MJ.” He said

“That doesn’t matter.” You said sharply

“Well, I would like to know who said this, who blew this way out of the gate. Yes, Liz had lunch with us. No, she was not flirting with me and she certainly didn’t have her hands all over me. Okay?” He said taking another drink from his coke. “And as for how I would feel if the situation was reversed?” He set the can down and walked around to sit on the coffee table in front of you. “Well, I would like to think I trust you enough not to act on your crush. Because a crush is completely different than what I feel for you.” He said bringing your hand to his lips and kissing it.

“Yes, I’ll admit. Liz is pretty. But that’s it. We’re polar opposites besides the fact that we are on a mathlete team. I have no history with her and I don’t feel like our personalities would do well together. I think I’m bias since I had already had my other half since I was a kid.” He said you found yourself smiling as he continued to speak. “Liz Allan is nothing but a school yard crush. I have no future with her. You,” He said squeezing both of your hands in his “Are my future.” You felt a tear roll down your cheek as you put both hands on his cheeks pulling your lips together. He leaned into you, his hands slipping onto your thighs.

“I’m so sorry.” You said breathless against his mouth kissing him again.

“Prove it.” He said against your’s your heart skipped a beat as you reached for his belt buckle.

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