Tom Holland/Peter Parker Imagines

Peter Parker- Backstabber

Y/N
I wasn't a party girl, but if I had nothing better to do, and my invite came because I was dating Peter Parker, then a party was my plan.

Peter Parker, my boyfriend of 2 years. I loved him like crazy and he loved me back. That's all I needed.

Everyone who knew Liz and Flash was at this party. I had been friends with Liz since middle school and I only tolerated Flash because he and Liz were friends. I looked around the house to see hundreds of kids my age, each part of the house a separate space.

The kitchen held the drinks, mostly alcohol. A few platters of food were sprawled around the bench, people stuffing their faces with dips and chips while also chugging as much beer or vodka as possible.

The living-room held the tv, the loudspeakers, a few chairs and the keg of beer that Flash brought. Between 10-12 kids were dancing to the music, grinding against each other.

The backyard held the druggies and smokers. Those who didn't drink alcohol, or who did drink alcohol, sat out the back, cigarettes in their hands and some of them with beer cans in the other.

The upstairs area held those who were too horny to go home and have sex. Every hour, one couple would exit and another entered. 4 bedrooms allowed for many couples or groups, to have fun away from the rest.

As for my group, we stayed in the basement. The basemen held the games. Pool, table tennis, arcade games, and truth or dare. The only rule, you had to play in order to stay.

Of course, Ned and MJ stood near the arcade games, Ned furiously smashing buttons while MJ dished out facts about the games that Ned was playing. Liz, Flash, Betty, Peter and I sat on the couches, a game of truth or dare being played. Without a second thought, MJ was sitting on the couch. Flash and Liz sat on the couch opposite me and Peter, Peter's arm wrapped around me. Betty sat on the chair on the edge, keeping score.

"Looks like MJ is joining the game." Flash smiled.

"Pick your challenger, MJ." Betty looked at MJ, who looked cautious yet confident, as if she was wanting to expose drama.

MJ
Y/N needed to know. She needed to know that the loving and caring Peter Parker wasn't who she thought he was. I collected the evidence and I made sure to check my sources. As much as I hated the idea of ruining something nice, it needed to happen, for Y/N's sake.

"Liz. Truth or dare?" I asked. I knew that Liz would go for the easy way, so I knew exactly what to ask her when the time came.

Y/N
"Liz. Truth or dare?" MJ asked.

"Truth." Liz smiled, flicking her hair behind her back.

"How long have you been fucking Peter?" MJ's question confused me. I watched as Peter eyed both MJ and Liz, shocked.

I was confused when Liz giggled, seemingly nervous.

"Wh-What? What are you talking about?" Liz looked between me, Peter and MJ, trying to hide the truth.

"How long have you been fucking Peter? And remember Liz, you picked truth." MJ said, this time her tone completely dull.

"I'm not...I don't know what you're talking about." Liz nervously giggled again.

"What are you talking about?" I looked between the three of them, tears forming in my eyes.

"Oh? I just- I saw her get into his car, kiss him, and drive off. That was like...a month ago." MJ focused her attention on me.

"Are you kidding me?" I felt Ned sit down beside me. I moved away from Peter, seeing his gaze on me.

"Liz, that's like really bad." Ned gave her a look of shame.

Liz could barely say a word without stuttering.

"You're fucking Peter? Are you kidding me?!" I looked at Liz, a single tear running down my cheek, more threatening to spill.

"No. I don't know why she would say that! Y/N, MJ's lying to you." Liz tried to backtrack.

"No, you're lying to me, Liz." I hissed.

"Hey, can we just...table this conversation?" Ned tried to end it, with no success.

"No! You're expecting me to sit here next to MY BOYFRIEND, who's been lying to me about fucking my best friend!" I snapped, feeling angry and violent. If it were just me, Liz and Peter, two of us would be dead, and I wouldn't be one of them.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N." Peter tried to apologise, but I stood up and moved closer to him, glaring at him. I slapped him, seeing that he looked sad, but not guilt-ridden.

"You can honestly just stay out of my fucking life, FOREVER!" I screamed in his face, getting a shocked response from the other 4 people who had been mostly silent for this whole incident.

I glared at Liz before I walked up the stairs, shortly being joined by Ned and MJ who hated Peter as much as I did right now.