Secrets // tw x spiderman crossover ❤︎

chapter 3; the next day

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Someone's arms are wrapped around me.

My legs are tangled with theirs.

And my head is pounding.

I frantically peel my body away from the other body and check the time.

7:14 am

5 texts

11 phone calls

12 snapchats

What did I do last night? I try to remember, and some memories come back, but others are hazy. I shut my eyes and massage my temples.

Shit.

If I remember this correctly, the person next to me is...

I turn to my right and gasp. I was right. Peter is asleep, next to me, in my bed. Did we have...?  Oh god, please tell me we did not sleep together.

I literally cannot remember if we had intercourse or not.

I don't wake him up, because frankly, I don't feel like dealing with him right now. Instead, I check my missed texts and calls.

Lydia Martin: allison, ik you're mad at me, but can you please pick me up? i'm at Peter Hale's house. 🙏🏼😫

Lydia Martin: pls, alli. i'm sorry.

Scott McCall: Lydia and I feel terrible. Can we talk today?

Scott McCall: And don't worry, I drove Lyds home.

Lydia Martin: idk if Scott told u but can the 3 of us meet later? txt or call me.💗

All eleven calls are from Lydia, and the 12 snapchats are from various people. Stiles, Isaac, Scott, and so on.

I don't reply to any of them. I like having the upper hand; They can feel guilty for a little while longer. Plus, I feel like complete and utter crap. There's no way I'm going to talk to my friends while suffering a hangover from hell.

I climb off my bed, quietly, so I don't disturb Peter from his sleep. He stirs and stretches, but doesn't wake. Phew.

I change out of my outfit from last night, which was exactly what I wore to school yesterday (a blouse and a striped skirt), and put on a clean t-shirt and jeans. My hair is a mess. I decide to just throw it up in a bun. Thank God I woke up before Peter, I wouldn't want him, or anyone, to see me like this.

I glance in the mirror and check my body for any presentable hickeys. A sigh of relief escapes my body when I don't find any.

My head is still aching, so I decide to take medicine and make breakfast. Should I make Peter breakfast, too? I'm not sure if that would come across as thoughtful, or just plain creepy.

I decide to just make a lot of scrambled eggs, so he can decide if he wants to eat them or not.

I keep expecting him to walk into the kitchen and surprise me while I'm cooking, like all the couples do in the movies, but he never comes down. I can't tell if I'm relieved or disappointed.