Wish You Were Gay (Peter Parker x Male Reader)

Am I fruity?

It's been two days, TWO whole days since my little altercation with that hoe Flash Thompson, It's been two days since I've even been to school.

I was suspended for three days, for starters leaving the class before the dismissal bell, cursing at a teacher, and beating up on another student. I mean I personally feel like all my wrongdoings of the day should have at least been pardoned, when I saved Peter.

Peter, that's a whole nother story as well.

He hasn't even looked at me for God know how long, he's done nothing but ignore me, and I swear it's all because of Tony. He doesn't want his glorified secretary of an intern getting in with the wrong crowd, or lounging around a quote-unquote "delinquent" like me.

It's fucking unbelievable, everyone hates me at this point and it's not even funny, like it hasn't even been a full week yet, and it feels like everyone's against me. Even my own fucking mom.

The moment she got the phone call from the school, she tore through the streets of Manhattan like a fucking bullet. I was scolded at in the car, well actually more like verbally assaulted, she didn't hold back. Than once we reached the Compound, there was Tony standing on the front steps with his arms crossed, a frown plastered on his face.

And the moment I stepped foot out of the car, I was grabbed by the arm and dragged inside for one of Tony's favorite pastimes, screaming. Than I got screamed at by my mom for another 15 minutes, until they both decided to throw a punishment together.

Not only would I be grounded for two months, I would have to train with the Avengers as a team, and I'm not even a superhero! The scary redheaded lady is gonna be the one to conduct my training and I'm absolutely frightened about that.

Apparently she's an ex-russian spy of some kind, and she knows how to set people straight. Which wasn't a very good sign for me, at all.

What's even worse is they moved her up to be on the same floor as Peter and I, so she can keep an eye on me. It's totally ridiculous and completely uncalled for, but there's nothing I can do, literally nothing but sit the fuck down and roll with it.

I've been lounging around in my room for what felt like eons, either playing on my phone or soaking up whatever was on Netflix, surprisingly there were a few decent shows. However every time I'd get invested in it and I'd lay down to watch it, that annoying fucking prompt would pop up, "Are you still watching?" And I always for some reason leave the remote in the most random fucking places.

So, like there it goes killing the mood.

I was drowning in schoolwork, because of my three day suspension but like I didn't have the time, or care in the world to finish it. I wouldn't even have cared if they kicked me out, and just left me to be homeless, at least I would be free.

I rolled over onto my back and looked up at the ceiling, before letting out a groan and sitting up. There was literally nothing to do, I could work on my schoolwork and at least try, and get my education but eh.

My phone buzzed on my side table, a sigh of relief escaping me as I crawled over towards the table, nearly lunging myself at it.

I turned my phone over and quickly did the password, swiping down on the phone so my notifications would be found. And there was an Instagram notification, letting me know someone had followed me.

I forgot I even had the app installed, let alone a personal account. I shrugged and pressed the notification, once I loaded into the app I was greeted by a familiar face, it was Gwen.

Gwen had found my Instagram and followed me.

I wasn't sure as to how she found it, or why but I wasn't complaining, I needed some sort of human interaction from anyone that wasn't middle-aged.