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[just-jordie-things]

She’s Not Yours - Peter Parker

word count: 3666 (I did not do the 666 on purpose but I sure as hell am proud) warnings: swearing, rotten cheating boyfriends with basic douchebag names summary: Peter is hopelessly in love with his friend, (y/n).  His taken friend (y/n).

“Ah, and here we see a young boy, with a heavy heart, longing for a girl who will never notice” Flash gave Peter a shit eating grin as he passed him in the hall.

Peter Parker was doing what he always did in between fifth and sixth period.  Watching (y/n) and her boyfriend from across the hallway.  Why he enjoyed torturing himself, he wasn’t sure.  But everyday between fifth and sixth, he went to his locker, and would glance over to (y/n’s) locker, where her and Blake were talking, laughing.

Flash clapped Peter on the shoulder, tearing his attention away from the happily taken girl.

“Come on Penis Parker, you’ve been friendzoned since the sixth grade man! You gotta give it up already”

“Fuck off, Flash” Peter muttered, and turned away from him to grab his chemistry textbook.

“I’m just saying dude, you’re gonna have blue balls the rest of your life if you keep on thirsting over a taken girl-”

“Excuse me, best friend coming through,” Luckily Ned showed up so Peter wasn’t alone to deal with Flash.  “Eugene, Carly Davis is wearing a crop top today, go drool over that”

“See ya nerds”

Ned frowned at Peter, who as soon as Flash was gone, focused his attention back on (y/n) again.

“Pete, dude,” Ned sighed, hands on his hips as he followed his friend’s stare.  “He’s kinda right”

“Ned,” Peter whined, having hoped for some uplifting advice.  “Come on man, I just-”

“You’re just admiring from afar, I know, I know.  I’ve heard it all before,” Ned explained.  Peter frowned as he shut his locker.  “You don’t understand, Ned, it’s love.  I’m in love with her yadda yadda yadda-”

“You’re in love with someone, Ned?”

Peter nearly had a heart attack when (y/n) had walked up to both boys, he prayed to Thor that she hadn’t heard what they’d been talking about.  (Thor was the only God he knew.)

“Uh- yeah, you know.  When Cupid strikes, he hits hard, or something like that” Ned trailed off and coughed, not sure where to go with the lie.

(y/n) just chuckled and let it go, chalking it up to an awkward boy moment.  She knew all too well about those, being friends with Peter Parker and Ned Leeds gave her a plethora of weird boy moments.

“So, tonight Blake and I were thinking of doing a group thing instead of just regular date night, you guys want to come?”

“I mean we don’t have dates-” Ned started before Peter kicked his ankle.

“Yeah, that sounds like fun,” Peter said.  “What are uh- what are we doing?”

“Maybe a movie, or something simple like that,” (y/n) shrugged.  “I’m really glad you’ll come though, I never get to have both my boys at the same time” She grinned wide and innocently, and Peter had to fake a smile back at her.

“Yeah, been a while since we’ve hung out” He replied, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

“I’ll text you with more details later?” She asked, and he nodded quickly.  “Alright, see you guys later” She smiled to both of them, but only squeezed Peter’s arm before heading off to class.

“Really Peter? You think going on a group date with (y/n/n) and Blake is a good idea?” Ned asked as the boys headed off to their class.  “Don’t you think it’ll make you… I don’t know, depressed?”

Peter gave Ned a bored look.

“Maybe, but I want to hang out with (y/n) again, and you’ll come too, right?” Peter asked hopefully.

“I don’t know, sure,” Ned shrugged.  “But maybe you should just… maybe distance yourself, Peter.  And I mean it for the best I don’t want you to end up getting hurt by your own feelings”

Peter nodded, and held his textbook a little tighter.

“Yeah.  Yeah, maybe I… should,” He sighed.  “You’re right”

Distancing himself from (y/n) was going to be… awful.  Absolutely awful.  But maybe it would help get rid of his feelings for her, and the sooner he wasn’t painfully in love with her, the better. ___

Peter had been in love with (y/n) for as long as he’d known her, he was sure of it.  She was too nice, too pretty, too smart, how couldn’t you fall for her? Sadly, Peter waited too long to make his move, and by the time he realized just how in love he was with (y/n), Blake had already asked her out.

Blake Walters was an okay guy.  He was popular enough, and attractive, and had his own car.  He was the kind of guy any girl would be happy to have ask them to Prom.  It was disappointing that (y/n) was the girl he asked, but Peter couldn’t complain too much.  Of course beautiful people go to Prom together, that’s always how it has been.

But now, watching as Blake wrapped his arm around (y/n) at the concessions counter, Peter wanted to throw himself in front of a bus.

“You’re staring again,” Ned singsonged as he walked up to Peter, bucket of popcorn in hand.  “I knew this was a bad idea-”

“Wait hold on,” Peter cut him off, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up.  “Something’s…. Something’s weird”

“Is it the Peter tingle?” Ned asked excitedly, and Peter groaned.

“No! Let’s please not call it that!” Peter hissed, but Ned just laughed with glee.

“Blake! Oh my God!”

The boys swiveled at the high pitched squeal, and in ran a blonde girl, straight into Blake’s arms.  They hugged for a moment before pulling away and grinning at each other.  It took a few minutes of small talk before he seemed to introduce his girlfriend to her.

“Who is that?” Ned asked as him and Peter curiously watched the situation in front of them.

“I don’t know… she definitely doesn’t go to Midtown…” Peter trailed off, eyes narrowing as he watched the mystery girl and Blake interact.  “They’re real… touchy, don’t you think?”

“What? Pfft- Oh” Ned’s eyes blew wide as saucers as he watched the girl shamelessly run her hand along Blake’s bicep.  “(y/n) is literally standing right there”

As if on cue, (y/n) turned away from her boyfriend, catching Peter and Ned watching them.  She walked over to them, relieved.

“That was awkward,” She chuckled lamely, tucking her hair behind her ear as she glanced back at her boyfriend.  “That’s Blake’s friend, Ashley.  She goes to another school”

“She doesn’t look like his friend” Ned mumbled.  Peter smacked his arm.

“Dude” He hissed, eyeing (y/n) so Ned got a clue.

“It’s alright,” (y/n) defended.  “I know what it looks like.  And don’t worry, it’s not like that at all” She shoved her hands into the pockets of the jacket she was wearing.

Blake’s letterman lacrosse jacket.

“You guys,” (y/n) forced a laugh as Ned and Peter went back to staring down Blake and Ashley.  “Seriously, it’s okay, I’m okay.  She probably just has a crush on him.  Who wouldn’t?” She winked, but Peter still frowned.

“It’s still not right” He mumbled.  (y/n) gave him a half smile.

“Come on, let’s go claim our seats,” She tugged on the sleeve of his sweater, and Ned followed her, but Peter stayed put, still watching Blake and Ashley.  “Pete, come on,” She hummed.  “It’s fine”

He agreed, but not without one more skeptical look, before following (y/n) and Ned into the theater.

Peter felt lucky to get to sit next to (y/n), with Ned on his other side.  Maybe Blake was the one holding (y/n’s) hand, but still, he got to sit next to her.

However, Ashley was whispering an awful lot during the film, and maybe it didn’t bother anyone else, but Peter’s enhanced hearing picked it up easily.

“I’m just saying, Blakey,” Ahley purred into his ear, perfectly out of view from (y/n).  “Don’t you think you deserve a little more… fun… than you’ve been getting? Hm?”

Peter choked, and then began to cough, gaining (y/n’s) attention as she patted his back comfortably.

“You alright?” She asked softly, rubbing circles on his back now.

“Yeah, sorry, I’m fine” Peter shook his head nonchalantly.  (y/n) gave him a worried smile, patting his back softly before turning back in her seat to watch the movie again.

Peter didn’t miss the skeptical glance that Blake had given him.

Five minutes later, the whispering started again.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom,” Blake told (y/n), who nodded without even looking away from the screen.  He then turned to Ashley, and whispered in a lower voice, “In five minutes, meet me in the hall” Before standing up, and leaving.

It was clear to Peter that (y/n) hadn’t heard this, because she happily took Blake’s popcorn bucket, and set it between her and Peter to share.  Peter gave her a timid smile in thanks.

The boy couldn’t even focus on the movie now, knowing that any minute now, Ashley was going to stand up, and walk out of the theater, to go meet up with Blake and-

Peter watched with wide eyes as she did just as he suspected.  Standing up, and quickly making her way out of the theater, not even catching (y/n’s) attention for leaving.  It was like he could feel his blood boiling.

“I’ll be right back” Peter said quickly, before practically leaping out of his seat and racing out of the theater.  (y/n) barely had the chance to ask him if he was okay.  And Ned could tell that for whatever reason Peter was sprinting to the exit, wasn’t a good one.

Practically bursting through the doors, Peter raced around the corner to the bathrooms, and sure enough, caught Blake and Ashley, pressed against the wall, sucking face.

Before he could say something to break it up, Blake had caught sight of him.

“Of fucking course,” He grumbled, and pulled away from Ashley.  “Parker.  Only you could so grandly fuck this up”

“What the hell are you doing?” Peter hissed.  “(y/n’s) in the- your girlfriend is in the theater right now, waiting for you!”

“Jesus Christ Parker, listen- honey why don’t you wait right there?” Ashley nodded, and pulled out her pocket mirror to fix her makeup while Blake walked closer to Peter, as if they could even have privacy in the middle of the hall.  “Why don’t you just fuck off and go back and enjoy the movie, yeah?”

Peter narrowed his eyes and shook his head, disgusted.

He knew there was something off.  He could just feel it.  But up until now, Blake had actually treated (y/n) decently.

“What’s the matter with you? You and (y/n), your-your relationship is perfect-”

Ashley let out a laugh from where she stood.

“It’s not perfect if it’s missing all the good stuff” She said with a seductive wink.  Peter felt himself bristle at the action, at the thought.

“What, so she’s a good lay?” He asked Blake, who shrugged nonchalantly.  Peter’s nose scrunched, bothered to his core from what was unfolding right in front of him.  

“Oh please, like you wouldn’t tap that if you’d had the chance.  And let’s face it, at this point, you won’t”

“I’m nothing like you, I don’t treat people like-”

“Doesn’t matter how you treat people.  I treated (y/n) pretty fairly, don’t you think? I kept up with the act.  Took her to Prom, didn’t even ask her to blow me, that’s how generous I was.  No, I gave her time.  Walked her to class, surprised her with flowers, all that dopey shit girls like.  And what did she do with all that time I gave her? Threw it right in my face.  She’s not yours, Parker.  And even if she was, you’d be bored out of your mind.  You think you’re not getting sucked off now? Go ahead and take her like you want to so bad, you’ll just be disappointed”

“That’s good to know”

Peter spun around to see (y/n) standing there, a newly refilled bucket of popcorn in her hands, and tears in her eyes that she wasn’t daring to let fall.

“(y/n/n)-” Peter started, but she put her hand up, and walked in front of him to Blake.

“Sorry to bore you, babe,” She mumbled.  “Glad you handled it like a real man, huh?”

With that, she threw the bucket at his face, popcorn spilling everywhere, leaving Peter, and Ashley, for that matter, stunned.

“There.  Just like your time you wasted”

(y/n) yanked Blake’s jacket that she wore off of her like it was poison, and threw it on the floor as well, making a point to kick it towards him before hastily walking off.  Not wanting to waste another minute around him.

Peter followed her all the way outside, where she stopped at the bench and collapsed.  Head in her hands as she wept.

“(y/n), hey hey,” He spoke softly as he sat next to her.  But no words came to mind on what to say.  “I’m sorry” He settled, and she looked up at him.

“Why are you sorry?” She whimpered, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hands.

“I don’t know… maybe if I hadn’t left the theater then you wouldn’t have and then you wouldn’t have seen-”

“Don’t be sorry about that,” (y/n) sighed.  “It’s better that I saw it.  I wouldn’t want to waste another minute with that piece of shit”

She wrapped her arms around herself and sat in silence for a few minutes.  Peter kept his distance on the bench, and didn’t want to speak up only to say the wrong thing.

“You were right” She whispered after what felt like ages.

“What?”

“You were right,” She looked over at him sadly.  “I should’ve- listened-” She hiccuped and began to cry again, and this time Peter reached for her and hugged her tightly.  Not even caring when her tears seeped through his shirt.

“It’s not your fault, (y/n), none of it, okay?” Peter held her close and rubbed her back while she just cried.

Her hands balled up into fists, grasping the material of his shirt so tightly, her hands began to shake.

“It doesn’t even matter that he was a dick that didn’t deserve me,” She said sadly.  “It still hurts, that-that he-” She didn’t bother trying to finish her statement, instead taking deep breaths to calm herself down.

“He didn’t deserve you,” Peter agreed, palm cupping the back of her head comfortingly.  “But you’re still allowed to hurt, (y/n), it’s natural, I mean he-”

(y/n) pulled away from him abruptly, her eyes locking on his.  His brows furrowed with concern, but he waited for her to speak.

“Will you take me home?” She asked softly, and he nodded.

“I just gotta text Ned that I’m leaving first” He told her, pulling out his phone and trying to figure out what to say to explain the situation in a text.

(y/n) waited patiently, and just stared at him while he would type, and then backspace, and then type again.

He looked really pretty in the moonlight.

Finally, he sent a text, and shoved his phone into his pocket, standing up from the bench with a sad sort of smile for her.

(y/n) stood up, and reached out to take his hand before they walked to the bus stop together. ___

Since the day they first met, (y/n) knew there was something about Peter Parker.  Something special.  Something she was falling in love with.  She’d known it for years.  And as the years past, she realized more and more that it was all of him.  She loved every part of him.

And just when she thought he’d return those feelings, Ned had told her that he was head over Chucks for Liz Allen.

Next thing she knew, she was getting asked to the Prom by Blake Walters.

“Do you want to stay over? For a little bit?” She asked him as they were getting on the bus, hands still entwined.

“Yeah, s-sure” Peter stammered while also nodding his head.

It was silent between them for most of the ride, but it was late, and it was rare that the bus was quiet, so they just enjoyed the peace of the ride.

(y/n) didn’t say anything until they were walking the block from the bus stop to her apartment.

“So, hey, can I ask you something?” She asked him, and Peter shrugged.

“That depends, is it embarrassing?” He replied, and she chuckled and shook her head.

“No, I don’t think so,” She hummed.  “What was up with Blake telling you to ‘take me like you want to so bad’ hm?”

It was as though his entire neck and face began to burn up at the question.  And while (y/n) awaited his answer with an excited smile, his nerves were very apparent.

“Wh-what? I-I-I don’t know why would I know why he’d s-say something w-weird”

He cursed himself for stuttering so much.  But (y/n) just giggled again.

“It’s alright, Peter, you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed of.  I already told you so,” Her voice was soft, and gentle, and her hand squeezed his a little bit.  “So just tell me the truth”

“Okay, so maybe Blake had an idea that I… didn’t like him”

“That’s it?” (y/n) asked disbelievingly.

“And… maybe he had that idea because he knew I… liked you.  Like, a lot” Peter added in a weaker voice.

“Well if you liked me so much, why didn’t you do anything?” (y/n) asked, which wasn’t even on the list of questions he’d prepared for.

“Cause you had a boyfriend?” He answered, almost sarcastically.  “For a long time, you dated him.  I wasn’t about to get in the way of that and ruin-”

“Peter,” (y/n) stopped him, right there in the middle of the sidewalk, letting go of his hand and shaking her head at him.  “Didn’t you wonder what I might say?”

“I mean… yeah, obviously, I wondered that for like four years,” He shrugged.  “But we were friends, and you had a boyfriend, so-”

(y/n) cut him off again, this time in the best way she could have.

Her hands splayed across his cheeks as she pulled him down to her height, and pressed her lips against his.  Peter’s hands set on her waist to steady himself before kissing her back.  Her lips were soft, and gentle.

“There,” She smiled smugly when she pulled away from the kiss.  “There never would have been a bad time to tell me that, Pete” She told him.

He nodded, albeit shakily.

“Noted” Was all he was able to say.

(y/n) giggled as they began to walk again, not too far from her apartment now.

“So uh- what does that mean?” Peter asked shakily, his hand raising to rub the back of his neck.  (y/n) hummed as she looked over at him, quirking a brow in question of what he meant.  “I mean, you-you kissed me,” Peter clarified.  “So… what now?”

She was grinning at him, and if he wasn’t so anxious he would’ve stopped to think how cute she’s being and put two and two together.

“What do you want it to mean?” She teased him, and Peter looked away.  “You wanna know something?”

“Okay?” He answered unsurely.  (y/n) looked up at him with round and hopeful eyes, wanting him to know she sincerely meant every word she was about to say.

“If you had made a move before Blake asked me out, I would’ve said yes,” She admitted.  “I would’ve said it a thousand times,” She added in a murmur.  “And I waited for it too”

“You waited for me?” Peter asked, brows furrowing, and she nodded her head softly.

“Yeah,” She whispered out, and then cleared her throat before continuing.  “But you never did,” She shrugged.  “So I thought you didn’t like me like I’d thought you had so… so when Blake asked me out I just… went with it”

Peter shook his head, mentally beating himself up for being such a blind idiot.

“He wasn’t all that bad, of course until he cheated on me,” (y/n) told him nonchalantly.  “But to be honest with you… if you’d come to me even in the best part of our relationship I would’ve still left him-”

Peter turned to her suddenly, stopping her from her explanation.  His hands flew out to take her by the waist, pulling her close to him before he leaned over and pressed his lips to hers.  She reacted immediately, her hands latching behind his neck as she moved her lips over his sweetly.

He could taste the popcorn and cherry cola.

(y/n’s) fingers carded through his hair as she pressed closer to him, their noses bumping clumsily as they kissed passionately in the middle of the sidewalk, under the stars, no one else bear witness to the simple act of love.

When they’d parted after several minutes, neither stepped away from each other.  Forehead and noses pressed together as they caught their breath.

(y/n) let out a soft giggle, making Peter laugh as well, and soon they were smiling and giggling and hugging one another so tightly, he was lifting her off the ground.

“Come on, we’re not too far now” She said, taking his hands and pulling him towards the direction of her place.

It wasn’t until Peter got to her apartment that he checked his phone, seeing a text from Ned.

[ ned ] : np dude, i took the bus home. go shoot your shot !! [ ned ] : hey, i think i just saw blake and ashley kissing😱😱😱

Peter grinned as he typed back a quick reply.

[ peter ] : shots were taken☺️😁

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