BANNED |P.P| [SPIDER-MAN, ANDREW GARFIELD]

|Thirteen| All Mine

Peter Parker

She's mine. She's all mine now. And I couldn't be happier. That night when I went to bed, I laid down smiling. She made me this happy.

And to call her mine, it felt amazing.

Now the issues with her father was not something I wanted to think about right now, because he could easily ruin this. What if he suddenly decided to send her on more dates and she ends up marrying one of those rich men?

I couldn't help but to wonder. But right now, I should focus on the good. She's mine.

Right now, I was in the gym and had just done a set, I was walking out of the shower then grabbed a pair of underwear, when suddenly the one and only Adam walked in. That's right, the Adam who took Arya on a date. The rich man.

He looked at me, trying to figure out who I was, then he parted his lips, saying aaah as he nodded, then pointed at me. "Peter! Aryas friend, right?" He asked, then grabbed a locker.

My brows raised as I took on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. "Yeah, friend, I don't know... more like boyfriend." I said.

He stopped in his tracks, and looked at me surprised. "Wait, really?" He asked confused.

"Yeah, it got official last night." I said. He slowly nodded. "Congratulations, man. Did mr. Holmes approved it?" He asked.

My brows furrowed. "It's not the 197os, we don't need approval of her dad." I said.

He looked at me. "You sure about that? I don't think he'll be that happy if you haven't asked him about it." He said. "Well, it's not like we're married, we're just together." I said.

"Great, you basically just told me that this relationship won't last. Which sounded good in my ears, because my long plan of getting her isn't gonna end right now." He said, smirking.

My brows raised. "Huh?" I asked. "Arya Holmes is a special lady. I feel like she knows how to.. well, who do I say this? Pleasure a man. I just know those hands could do some things to me, and lord have I already pictured it." He said.

My jaw clenched in a try of not saying or doing something stupid, but this man was on really thin ice. "And I wouldn't mind fucking her. I wouldn't mind having her breasts right over-"

"Shut the fuck up, dude." I said angrily.

He raised one brow at me. "Why are you so offended about that bitch? She's nothing more than a nice ass and pretty fac-"

Before he could say anything else, I quickly stormed over to him, punching him right in his face. He groaned out. "You're gonna keep disrespecting her, Adam?!" I yelled out, taking a grip of his shirt.

He looked scared, even though this was what he would have expected. "You know I'll take her right out of your hands, Peter." He spoke weakly, making me even madder.

And before I even knew it myself, I was punching him over and over again. "You fucking idiot!" I yelled between the punches.

"You stay away from her!" I yelled. "And don't ever fucking talk about her like that again." Was the last words I spoke before grabbing my things and running out of there.

When I basically jogged to her apartment, I kind of regretted what I just did. Not the part about hurting him to defend Arya, but the fact that my dumb mouth said those things.

Now he's gonna do everything in his power to get her. But I don't have to worry. Hopefully, her heart will decide, and not her father.

When I knocked on the door, she opened and gasped once she saw my knuckles. "Peter what happened?" She whispered nervously while grabbing my hands.

"Nothing, don't worry blondie." I said, smiling as our eyes met.

She didn't smile back, she seemed very worried, but suddenly her dad stood behind her. "Peter, welcome." He said with a cold tone as I closed the door behind me.

"Great to see you again, Mr. Holmes." I said and he just nodded as a response.

Arya grabbed my hand and directly lead me to her room. "What did you do?" She asked sternly while closing her door as I sat down on her bed.

"What? This is work, Arya. Don't worry." I said, trying to laugh it off.

But it didn't work, she just got more and more pissed off. "Is this how it's gonna be? You lying to me every time I ask you something?" She asked.

"No, baby, no. I promise." I said, grabbing her hands and pulling her in to stand between my legs.

She looked down at me. "Peter, I really really like you. So don't screw this up, please." She said, looking at me worriedly. I smiled, grabbing her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

"You think I would do anything to screw this
up? You're the thing that gets me up in the morning now, blondie." I said, as she blushed.

She leaned down and gave my lips a quick peck, making me smile. "So you just came by on a random visit?" She asked.

"Yeah. I needed to see my girl." I said, wrapping my arms around her and laying down on my back so she followed after me and got on top of me while laughing.

We laid there, cuddled, talked and laughed for awhile. Maybe it should have been for the best if my stupid self told her about Adam, but not right now. I want to be happy for awhile.