Y/N POV
I sat up, yawning. I looked over to see Peter still passed out. I tapped him on the shoulder.
"What?" He mumbled.
"Well... We gotta get up and head to school." I said.
He let out a sigh, opening his eyes. I smiled at him. He pushed his hair out of his face and sat up. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out some clothes.
"I'm gonna run to the bathroom and change real quick." I said, opening my bedroom door.
"Mk." He muttered, standing up.
I ran to the bathroom and changed. I brushed my hair and teeth and walked back to my room. I noticed Peter had gotten both of our bags ready. He handed me mine.
"Thanks." I said.
"No problem." He said.
We walked out of the house and to the vehicle and got in, driving off to school.// Time Skip //
School went by fast. Me, Opal, Peter, and TK sat at one of the cafeteria tables, figuring out a plan for homecoming,
"So... Are we all gonna meet up at the school or..." Opal said.
"How about the coffee shop? We could hang out there till homecoming starts." I said.
"Good idea Y/N." TK said.
"Yeah. And we could get food there too." Opal said.
"What do you think, Peter?" I asked.
"I'm cool with whatever." He said.
"The coffee shop it is. Let's meet up there in about an hour from now." TK said.
"Good. I'll cya later guys." Opal said.
"Yup. Cya." TK said.
TK and Opal got up and left. Me and Peter walked out of the school together.
"Whatcha gonna wear to homecoming?" I asked.
"I don't know." He said, shrugging.
"I think you should wear a tuxedo." I said.
"Hell no." He growled.
"Why not. You'd look so good in one." I said, elbowing him playfully.
"Pfft! Yeah right, nerd." He said.
"Ok ok. I was just saying. Buy hey, it is homecoming..." I muttered.
He rolled his eyes.
"Homecoming my ass." He said.
"Lighten up mah dude." I said, jokingly.
I leaned against him, grabbing his hand.
"I'm gonna wear a dress... But only because I promised Opal I would." I said.
"I... Guess I could wear a tuxedo." He mumbled.
"No you don't have to if you don't wanna. Don't think I'm forcing you to." I said.
He just shrugged. We made it to my vehicle.
"Want a ride home?" I asked.
"No thanks." He muttered.
"Ok. Cya soon, Peter." I said, kissing him on the cheek.
He turned bright red and nodded. I got into my vehicle and pulked out of the school, heading home. Once I got home, I ran into my room and over to my closet, grabbing the dress. It wasn't anything too dramatic. Just a plain blueish/whiteish dress. It went a little passed my knees. I planned on wearing one of my more stylish leather jackets with it though, along with my black combat boots, and some jewelry. After putting on my dress, jacket, and boots, I grabbed the choker I had bought from the mall and put it on. It was just a short spiked choker. I put on one of my chain necklaces as well. I ran into my room after and grabbed a bag with some clothes for tomorrow, since I was more than likely spending the night with Peter. I then walked into the kitchen and was met with Steph.
"Have a fun party." I said.
"Oh trust me, I will." Steph said.
I laughed a little, about to exit the house. Steph grabbed my hand. I looked over at her, confused. She then shoved something into my arms. A bag.
"What's this?" I asked, opening it.
"Just a little gift I bought for you." She said, smirking.
I opened it and inside was some hand cuffs, condoms, and lube.
"What the fuck Steph!" I yelled, looking up at her with shock.
"Go have fun with your boyfriend." She said.
"N-no!" I stuttered.
"These are your teenage years! Live them like one!" She said.
"Like a whore!? No thanks! Plus... I'm not taking these to homecoming. That'd be weird." I said, shoving the bag back into her arms.
"Fine..." She sighed.
I felt my face flush in embarrassment.
"I... I'll cya sometime tomorrow." I muttered.
"Same." She said.
I exited the house and headed to the coffee shop. I decided to walk though, cause why not.(747 words)
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Peter/YB X Female Reader //Highschool Drama//
FanfictionCOVER ART IS NOT MINE!!! Warning!!: This story includes smut, foul language, suicide mention, abuse, murder, drug use, self-harm, kidnapping, and etc. 18+ Ahh, the life of a teenager. It's either you hate it or love it. And for Y/N, she hated it. He...