Your father's secret

Meeting up

Peters P.O.V

Peter walked into Delmars, his eyes scanning over the shop searching for his friends. His eyes landed on them at the corner of the shop deep into their conversation. He started to walk over to them catching their attention.

"The love bird is here" Mj announced with a smirk. Ned chuckled doing his and Peter hand shake.

"Ha ha very funny Mj" He returned shaking his head. Peter looked down at his watch, it read one-twenty. He breathed a sigh of relief, Peter needed to be back at the compound at two-forty for y/n's meeting. Which meant He still had one hour and twenty minutes before he had to be there.

"Ok so what do you guys have for me?" Peter questioned looking between them for answers. Ned looked at Mj with a smirk, she returned the gaze. Peter widened his eyes slightly, gulping harshly afraid of what they were going to say next.

"Dude, I'm not going to do that" Peter scoffed shaking his head as they headed out of Delmars. Mj hasn't changed her expression this entire time they've been talking, and of course it's a smirk.

"Fine, I'm just saying that mine is the best idea out of all of the ones we discussed" Ned spoke. Peter shook his head, all the ideas they came up with is him being a total dork, nerd or dick towards y/n and non of those truly appealed to him. When he was going to ask y/n out he was going to do it in a sweet way not one that excludes yelling and screaming before hand.

"Ok so let me get this straight. You've known this girl for six months now, and you guys still haven't had hate sex?" Mj spoke bluntly, Peters eyes widened so did Neds as they wipped their heads to look at Mj. She shrugged and kept on walking.

"I'm just saying, by the way your explaining your experiences with her. She may feel the same way you do for her. She's probably covering up her love for you with hatred. It's easier to act then to be yourself around someone who may not feel the same way, you know" she continued with a shrug. Peter furrowed his eyebrows, does y/n really feel the same way he does for her. Could she just be covering her love for him with hatred or could she actually feel pure hatred for him. That would make sense of why she started hating him the day after they met. He shook his head, no he's being silly she would have showed hints right.

"Are you a hundred percent sure?" Peter questioned with a raised eyebrow afraid of her answer.

"I'm a hundred and ten percent sure, Peter she likes you" Mj stated smirking. Peter shook his head again not fully believing her. How would she know, she's never met her before. Let alone been there during a fight of theirs.

"Fine, don't believe me but when the sexual tension finally breaks, I'll be here to tell you I told you so" Mj spoke smirking. Peter rolled his eyes, that would never happen, well anytime soon anyway. Peter rolled up his sleeve to check his watch, it read
two-thirty-eight. Fuck, he's already late.

"Um thanks guys for all your help I guess, I have to go" Peter spoke. Panic spread across his face. Ned furrowed his eyebrows, Mj's smirk still well intact as they looked at Peter. Before he gave them enough time to reply he rushed out of there in a hurry pulling his suit out of his bag and pulling it on to get there in time.

Y/N'S P.O.V

I stared at my school work my dad gave me to finish. My mind blanking every time I tried to get some of it done. I walked away from my desk knowing that I won't get any more done for a good hour. I flopped on my bed, my mind filling with thoughts of Peter. The way his mop of hazel curls flop over on his face during training. The way his face always lit up when they talked about sometime he knew a lot about. The way he gets so invested in so many topics at a time. The way his biceps bulge when he crosses his arms over his chest. The way he skims his eyes up and down my body every time I walk into a room he's in ever so slightly so I don't notice even though I always do. The way he flicks his eyes to my lips so quickly every time we start to fight and eye each other up. The way the veins in his is hands flex once he reaches for something.