Goth Boy Peter~ [Peter x Fem Reader]

Chapter 28

•Continued•

🥀: I roll my eyes when she gasps dramatically. I'm just about to say something when I see her drop the act, and asks if Y/N's okay. I tilt my head curiously and step forward, a little worried. I hear Sarah gasp again, but it's a real gasp, not a dramatic one. Now I'm really worried. Is she okay? I lean forward, trying to see what's going on, but Sarah suddenly turns around and blames me for whatever happened. My brows furrow in offense. "The fuck did I do!?"

🪻: My eyes widen when she blames Peter for it and I quickly defend him. "No! N-No.. It's okay. H-He didn't do anything, Sarah.. It's no one's fault.." I say quickly but my voice gets quieter at the end. I don't want him to get mad at me for Sarah blaming my own actions on him. I stare nervously at him from behind Sarah. I can't keep my eyes off his body. I start getting more insecure as I look at him. He's perfect.. There's no way I'll ever have a chance with him. He wouldn't like someone who looks like me. He probably wants a skinny a petite girl that he can easily carry. My face gets hot and I look away.

🥀: My face relaxes when she starts defending me. My heart!~ She's too sweet. I notice her staring at me again from behind Sarah. She's not making eye contact but she's definitely staring at my torso. Which makes me blush. She's so cute! But I'm still curious about what happened. What is Sarah blaming me for? "See! Even Y/N knows I didn't do anything!"

🌸: "Yea yea, whatever!" I grab Y/N's hand and take her back to my room. "Don't touch the brownies!!" I yell out to him. I lock the door behind me and sit her down on my bed. "Are you okay?" I ask softly.

🪻: I look up at her, a little mad her for not telling me that Peter's her brother. "When were you gonna tell me he's YOUR BROTHER!?"

🌸: I step back from her and look at her with guilt. "I know, I know. I should've told you.. But- I didn't think you would want to be my friend if you knew I was your.. 'bully's' sister.."

🪻: I sigh as I look down. I understand why she did it, but it's still upsetting. I can't believe she hid it for so long. "Were you gonna tell me at all? By the looks of it, you didn't even tell him I was coming over.. Were you waiting for this to happen or were you just hoping he stayed in his room?"

🌸: I sit down in front of her on my bed. "To be honest.. I completely forgot him.. I forgot he lives here too.." I say with a slight chuckle. "Like, no offense to him, but he's very forgettable."

🪻: "Ouch. That's sad.. What are we gonna do now? Is he mad that I'm here?"

🌸: "Of course not. Even if he was, who cares? It's not just his house! But I want to know what happened to your arm. How'd you manage to do that?"

🪻: "When I heard the fridge open, I turned around cause I thought we were the only ones here. The last person I expected it to be was Peter and yet, there he was.. Which scared me.. and instinctively, I stepped back, but I bumped my arm on the pan.. So yea.."

🌸: "My poor baby!" I say with a pout as I wrap my arms around her head, once again like a protective mother. "I'm so sorry!"

🪻: I laugh a little as I push her away. "It's okay! It's not your fault. It was an accident." I say softly. I suddenly hear the door handle jiggle before the door being opened a little. I see Peter's hand holding what looks like bandages and some kind of squeeze bottle. It's just his arm. He doesn't walk, or peek in..