RED - Peter Parker x F!OC

Chapter 4: There For Each Other

After that day, it became regular to visit the Parkers often. It was funny how Peter and I didn't really talk much at school. He always hung out by himself and preferred it that way. Gwen constantly tried to get me to invite him but I didn't even know if he'd want to. I remember him saying something about Gwen looking intimidating once.

One day, I was walking down the hall, on my way to meet up with Gwen in the library. I was caught off guard by a hand pulling me into the janitor's closet.

"Hey-!" A hand covered my mouth, shutting me up. It was hard to see who else was in here, the only source of light being what peaked through the door crack.

"Ro, don't worry." A familiar voice whispered.

"Peter? What are you doing?" I asked, keeping my voice low. I was able to make out his figure, having to look up at him slightly.

"I didn't want anyone to hear what I discovered." He sounded secretive. What was he hiding?

"What is it?"

"I found something out about my dad." His voice lowered so only I could hear. We were already huddled in a closet, why was he whispering? Wait, his dad? He passed away when Peter was little.

"What about your dad?" I tried to stay patient, knowing Peter's parents were always a soft subject. He scrambled to take an old newspaper out of his backpack. I couldn't see what the picture on the front page was. Peter must've noticed me struggling and put it away.

"I'll show you later. Come over after school?" He asked, wrapping his hand around the doorknob. I nodded, walking out as he held the door for me.

"Oh, Gwen and I wouldn't mind you joining us for lunch one of these days." I offered, smiling at him before walking toward the library. He flashed that awkward smile that never gets old.

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"He pulled you into a closet?" Gwen whisper-shouted at me after I told her what happened. Hearing someone else say it made it sound really stupid.

"Yup."

"That's kind of cliche, but cute of him." She grinned, bumping my elbow. I watched her highlight some things in her textbook.

"Cliche? What, no he just wanted to talk." I could tell Gwen was taking this a different way. Peter and I never intend to act- in that way. We agreed to stay friends no matter what.

"You can't tell me you didn't blush a little when he did that. What I would do to have a guy pull me into a closet with him." Gwen was drooling in her own fantasy. How is it that she turns down every guy that approaches her, yet always daydreams about these scenarios. I rested my chin on my hand, scribbling some notes down.

"You're missing the point. Peter seemed concerned about this. He might've found something he wish he hadn't." I couldn't see his face, but anyone could tell he wasn't happy about what he saw.

"Sorry, you're right," Gwen stood up from her chair, shoving her folder in her bag, "Just keep me updated, alright?"

I hummed, finishing up my work. All I had to worry about was an art project I haven't started yet. I sighed, getting up and walking to one of the aisles in between bookshelves. I should choose a book for my report rather than later.

"I'm in the mood for some modern romance.." i trailed off, reading the spines of the many books in front of me.

"So am I." A voice chimed in. I turned to see Flash leaning toward me with a hand above my head, holding onto the shelf. I shrunk in surprise, feeling uncomfortable.

"Uh- hey, Flash." I tried sliding away but he only moved closer.

"About the fight, we both know I'm better than that-"

"We both know how you are. I may not know you very well, but your first impression said enough." I ducked under his arm walking through the next aisle. He trailed behind me, refusing to leave me alone. I rolled my eyes when he spoke up again.

"I can be a nice guy. I am a nice guy," he placed his hands on his chests, "Give me a chance, Rosalie. I know we will make a great couple." He was starting to piss me off. Before I could flee away, he grabbed my wrist, spinning me around to face him. I squirmed as soon as our bodies touched.

"Flash- let go, please." He only tightened his grip, giving me a desperate look.

"Come on, don't be so difficult." He snakily wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer. When he leaned in, I turned my face to the side, dodging his lips.

"Take a hint!" I whisper shouted, not wanting to get anyone's attention. Flash ignored my cries, roughly grabbing my face and smashing his lips onto mine. It felt so weird and forced. I gave no effort, struggling to push him off me. My shouts were muffled by our lips.

"Get off her!" A voice yelled out from behind, pulling Flash away from me. I gasped for air, leaning my back against the bookshelf.

I witnessed as Peter punched Flash left to right, not planning on stopping anytime soon. His nose was bleeding and pink. I pulled Peter's shoulder before he ended up breaking Flash's jaw.

"Peter, I think you've done enough damage." I stared down at Flash crying with a hand on his nose. He raced out of the library, muttering curse words.

"He deserved more than a broken nose." Peter mumbled through heavy breaths. He looked away from the library doors, checking me up and down. He wiped a single tear away from my face.

"Are you alright? Did he hurt you?" He asked with concern, lifting my chin to examine the faded marks Flash left when he grabbed me. I shoved his hands away, feeling ashamed.

"Yeah, I'm just a little shocked. It happened so fast." I choked, trying to keep myself together. I hated how I felt right then. It was like I no longer had control over my body.

RING! RING!

The school bell went off, followed by hundreds of footsteps running through the halls. Peter hadn't taken his eyes off me.

"We can walk to my house together. It'll make me feel better." He lead me through the exit, not once leaving my side.

"Thank you, by the way. I don't know what would've happened if you didn't show up." I admitted, walking along the sidewalk. I stopped crying, slowly getting over it. I could still feel his hands on my waist, though. The hairs on my back stood up, making me let out a shiver.

"Don't ever thank me. I wasn't going to stand there and watch you go through that. Besides, it was a way of repaying you for stopping Flash the other day." He smiled at me, shoving his hands in his pockets. I noticed he decided to wear his glasses today. Personally, I liked them on him. It gave him an adorable look.

"Can you not tell anyone about it?" I pleaded, not wanting it to spread around. People would call me names I didn't feel like hearing.

"Wouldn't dream of it." There was never a time where I doubted Peter. He was such a trustworthy person, I wouldn't hesitate to put my life in his hands. Well, that's quite overdramatic and probably not true.

"So, did you find anything else about your dad?" I changed the subject, reaching his doorstep.

"There were a few things. I'll show you."