How Could I Let Go of Something I Hold So Dearly?

Chapter 7 - "Moving On Happily"

Y/n's POV:

After a few dates with Brad over the past few months I really feel more alive and happy with my life. Brad was so sweet to me and always made sure I was comfortable and even occasionally came over to my house when I told him I wasn't feeling well or that I was sick. He made me feel loved. My friends however, didn't like him that much. They had convinced themselves that I was 'Moving too fast with Brad' and should 'Take time to grieve for Peter'. But why should I grieve for someone who wants nothing to do with me. A few weeks ago Wanda brought it to my knowledge that after the breakup Peter had said that he didn't care for me like he used to. And he didn't love me anymore. So if he didn't care why should I? I'm not gonna waste my time thinking about someone who doesn't even understand what he's done wrong. Right now I am focused on school. I opened my locker with a yawn. I had ended up staying up late texting with Brad and felt like I had no energy. I almost fell asleep while looking through my locker when Brianna came up behind me and scared me awake.

"Whatcha doing?" She asked. I jumped and turned around to face her.

"Geez Brianna! You almost gave me a heart attack!" I yelled, rubbing some sleep off my eyes.

"You look like shit. What's wrong?" She asked, noticing how tired I looked.

"Nothing just stood up late texting Brad."

"Gross."

"What?"

"You know none of us like Brad."

"I never asked you guys if you did when I started dating and I sure ain't asking now. Alright, Brad is my boyfriend. I like him and I don't care about Peter anymore, ok? End of discussion." I said finally getting some of my books and putting them in my locker. Brianna sighed and went to go find our friends. Just then I saw Peter walking up to his locker and the second he saw that I was looking at him he opened the door to his locker covering his face. I was only able to make out the bags behind his eyes and his hair that looked like he had walked in the rain. It was obvious that he wasn't doing well right now.

"Hi, Y/n," Peter said, still not taking away his face from the locker. I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"Are you gonna talk to me behind your locker all day or do you actually want to have a decent conversation like normal human beings?" I groaned. Even though I didn't want to, I was somewhat curious to know if a certain web-slinger had seen some trouble last night.

"No, I-uh... Sorry," he stuttered, before closing his locker shut and smiling at me. I returned it half-heartedly before going back to my normal expression.

"Sooo. Did you have something to tell me orr," I asked, trying to pull it out of him so this conversation could be over.

"Do you think maybe you could sit with us at lunch today?" Peter asked shyly.

"I was actually gonna sit with the girls and Brad today. But I'll see," I tried to reason. Just then Brad came up from behind me and lifted me off the ground causing me to squeal in fear.

"Brad put me down!" I begged, trying my best to sound tough.

"Aww but you're so cute when you're scared," he laughed. Brad finally seemed to notice Peter when he set me back down on the ground.

"Hey, Parker," He smiled.

"H-hey, Brad... Glad to see you and Y/n are getting along well," Peter said. It was obvious that Peter was oblivious to the fact that me and Brad were dating. Not to mention the fact that I actually haven't seen him in school for about a month.

"Thanks, man," Brad smiled, intertwining his hand with mine as the bell rang for first period.

"I gotta get to class, I'll see you later, Y/n/n," Brad smiled, running off. He had started calling me Y/n/n within the first few weeks of us dating which was fine, it just didn't feel the same. It didn't give me butterflies in my stomach like when Peter used to call me princess. It just felt like he was one of my friends. I ran off to first period leaving Peter behind.