Arya Collins, typical school-girl. she had the good grades, the good friends. Even an internship at Oscorp Industries, she put that all on the line to help her best friend sneak in there so he could get some sort of clarity over his father. if only...
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"That's the third time in row" Quinn refers to the buzzing coming from my phone in which I flip over every five minutes to click to decline. "Spam calls... What can you do" I shrug my shoulders hoping to get her away from the subject.
"Arya, I know you well enough to know when you're lying" She smirks at me, cutting the raw chicken beast that was laid on the cutting board. "It's... Peter" I give her the honest answer this time. She nods, "And you are ignoring him, why?"
"Something happened, it's not a big deal, I'm just not ready to talk to him yet" I explain. I might of been being a little childish with avoiding them, but what could they say? I just needed time to think without them clouding my judgment. All I needed was time and I wish he understood that.
"If it's not a big deal then why aren't you talking to him?" I knew she was curious and she was just trying to be a good aunt, but I didn't want to talk about it with anyone.
"He just did something that hurt me. The thing is I don't even know why it hurt me" I open up a little to her, it kind of felt like a weight lifted off my shoulders. She puts the chicken onto the frying pan listening to my short explanation.
"Well, whatever it was. It's Peter, I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt you. He would never purposely hurt you"
"Yeah..." I trail off, thinking that I should probably talk to him soon. It's been a few days, I avoided Peter and Gwen at all cost. Sam, on the other hand, is who I had been spending most my time with. He was comforting, not about Peter or Gwen, but it was nice to talk about our parents together we both had similar problems.
"I'm gonna go to my room, tell me if you need help with anything" I get down from the counter I was sitting on, touching her shoulder as I walk past. "Will do"
I get to my room, opening up the door. "Oh my god!" I whelp out clinging onto my heart as I watch Peter standing in the middle of my room. He turns to me, "I didn't mean to scare you" I widen my eyes at him.
"Yeah, well, mission failed" I shake my head, running my hand through my hair. "What are you doing here?" I follow up with a sigh finding it's way past my lips. It was nice to see him, I couldn't ignore my feelings about him or Gwen and how much what they did had hurt me, even if I was slightly happy to see him.
"You weren't answering my calls" He awkwardly holds up his phone with a small smile, "Did you ever think that was for a reason?" I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms.
Maybe I was in the wrong in this situation, I was the one who needed to see things from their perspective. It's confusing for me, not knowing what these feelings I am having is.
"What you saw... It was just... Gwen and I, we..." Scratching the back of his neck, he stumbles out words, trying to find the right ones. "Why didn't you just tell me?" I cut him off, asking one of the multiple questions I had.
