A Sunday Kind of Love- a Peter Parker x Reader story

Chapter 40

Y/n's POV:

"Come on. Lets get out of here before Caldwell sees me here."
Two things I learned very quickly about Avery.
One; she has way more friends than I do. We went to the cafeteria. I tried to not look at Peter but failed miserably as we made our way over to her friends. They are all the stereotypical popular kids, and I understand why she was hiding from them. Still, it's better than trying to sit with Peter and pretend like everything's normal.

And two; she's way different than my usual friends. She doesn't care about grades or being on time, which compared to my other group, is crazy. And she's good at talking to people. No matter who is at that crowded table, she is able to talk to any one of them as if they are her best friend.

I start to feel myself idolizing her. Something about her confidence, her ability to have all the guys swoon over her, is something I didn't know I wanted until now.

Speaking of the guys, I was sitting at the table trying to look entertained by the other girls when Avery nudges me.
"Hey, you see that kid?" She nods her head towards a guy at the lunch line and I nod. Tall. Athletic build. Jeans and a t-shirt. Nothing too striking about him.
"That's Bryce. He's single." The girl sitting next to Avery says. I don't know her name but I can already tell she doesn't like me.

"Wait Y/n are you single too?" The girl asks. I glance at Peter and he's already looking at me. He looks away.
"Yeah I am." I say.
"Oh my gosh you two should totally go out!" She tells me and squeezes my arm. Her voice is too high and fake. I glance at Avery and she winks at me.

"Oh my god I totally should!" I squeal and grin. I'm mocking her so strongly that I'm surprised when she doesn't recognize it. Avery snorts and nudges me in the arm.

I look back up and see Bryce has taken a seat across from me. Now that he's closer I can see his striking green eyes and dirty blond hair. He isn't bad looking. I just don't have a single bit of interest in him. Besides, I've already screwed up one relationship, I don't need another one.

"You're that one girl right? You're in my Spanish class." He has a nice smile. Nothing like Peters though.
"Oh yeah. Nice to meet you." I almost put my hand out for him to shake but then remember what Avery said.
"Or I guess I should say hola." He says and I scrunch my nose. He looks down and blushes.
"I'm sorry that was a stupid joke." He says as I laugh.

My friend group grew quickly after that.

Peters POV:

Here's two things you should know about Avery Scott.

One; she's been suspended for theft multiple times in the past semester. She's stolen little things, but the biggest thing she's taken is a box of money from a basketball game. $250. She ended up returning it but she still got weeks of suspension.

And two; Avery is notorious for making friends then leaving them in the dust just like that.

So when Y/n walked in with her, the first thing I felt was worry. She's already been through enough. I don't want her to get hurt again.

But then, Bryce sat across from her. He smiled. She laughs.

And then I feel pain. But more than that, jealousy.

"Alexa, play "Heather" by Conan Gray." Ned says, noticing my stare. I nudge him with my leg and look away.
"Shut up." I murmur and stab the apple on my plate with the fork.
"I'm gonna miss her. She was cool." Ned says it as if she's leaving forever, when really she's only two tables away. Still, it feels like she's in a bubble, surrounded by all these people.

And we're the odd ones staring at her, looking at her as if she's unattainable when a couple weeks ago she was right next to me, holding my hand and laughing with me. Not with Bryce.

Y/n's POV:

A couple weeks passed and I have grown closer to a lot of Avery's friends. Most of them aren't so bad really. They're fun and careless, which is what I need right now. Unfortunately, being friends with them pulls me farther away from MJ and Peter. MJ and I still hang out, but she can't stand my other friends. Peter, well, I don't know what he thinks.

Avery and Bryce walk up behind me as I shut my locker. I could sense them coming but I still act surprised when I see them.
"Hey Ave." she smiles and leans against my locker as Bryce puts an arm around me. I immediately want to push him away, but I don't. The only thing running through my mind is please don't stick to me please don't stick to me please don't-

And I don't have much room in my brain for anything else.
"I'm having a party at my house this weekend. Wanna come?" He might act nerdy, but his witty charms make a lot of people like him. In some ways, he's won me over a little too. I can't help but think that if more people paid attention to Peter then he could have more friends too.
"Maybe. I'll have to see what I'm doing." I act calm on the outside, but on the inside I'm freaking out. A party? I haven't been to a party in forever.

My initial reaction is to say no. Staying at the tower and either training with Natasha or hanging out with Sam sounds much better than going to a party with a bunch of horny idiotic teens. My dad was always trying to make me get out there, to go hang out with friends and live my teenage years before they're gone. But I'm an Avenger now. Those rules don't apply to me.

I start to understand why Peter hides his identity. If they knew who I was, would they even hang out with me? Would they treat me normally?

My eye catches Peters as he walks by. I can feel his eyes go to Bryces arm around my shoulders. I watch him clench his jaw and walk away at a faster pace.

God I wish I could follow him; to take him out of here and go to our sushi restaurant. We could order food and work everything out. Then go to the tower and watch a movie together just like we used to.

But I can't. To have this life, to have the security of living two lives, and one of them is me being an Avenger, I have to make sacrifices. We both have to make decisions we don't want to.

I just didn't know it would hurt this much.

"So what time do you want me to be at the party?" I'm not really thinking when I say the words. I just have to do something to distract me.

To ease the pain in my stomach. To erase Peters heartbroken eyes from my memory.

To forget.