Tom Holland/Peter Parker

Involved 03 P.P

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Peter doesn't realize you're avoiding him until it's been about a week. Every single day of the week he had shown up to your window only to be turned away with a sweet smile and an excuse. "I'm just feeling it tonight, Peter. I'm sorry." He understood that, and he definitely didn't want you to feel like you had to do something you didn't want. It's about Wednesday when he realizes you're lying. You tell him your parents are home, which he knows isn't true because they always work late, except on Sundays. But he just nods and presses a soft kiss against your lips before starting down your fire escape.
The next day in Chemistry, Peter makes sure to get there on time, which is unusual for him. He finds you just setting your things on a lab table towards the back and he rushes back, flopping in the seat beside yours. You look up in surprise to see him with a smile on his face, hopeful and bright. "Morning, (Y/N)." He greets. You smile politely and sit on the stool, ignoring his gaze on your face and the surprised looks on everyone else's faces as they saw you two sitting together.
"Listen, Peter. No offense, but why are you sitting by me? Everyone is looking at us." You say quietly, your voice soft and your cheeks pink.
"Let them look." He scoffed, and you looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.
"Yeah, but, Peter–"
"(Y/N), who cares if they see us together? We've done a lot more than just sit together." At this your cheeks go even more pink; you look down at your lap and shake your head, pulling your chemistry book out of your backpack.
"Peter, we need to talk. I just need a few minutes. Is after lunch okay?" You ask him, and he furrows his brows, laughing nervously.
"Yeah, after lunch is fine." He says, his lips still pulled into a smile from his fake laughing. You nod and look open up your chemistry binder and them the bell rings, leaving no room for Peter to question what you wanted to talk to him about.

Peter has, needless to say, been nervous all day. He figured that while you were talking to him would be the perfect time to tell you about his recently discovered feelings for you. Lunch is almost over, and when Peter looks at his watch, he realizes it ends in ten minutes. Standing up, he informs his friends that he was leaving and not coming back, which are returned with head nods and salutations from those sitting at the table and playing with their food. He's almost put the door, and God does he wish he had made it, because at the front of the lunchroom, a cheesy homecoming banner is unfurled and two confetti poppers are let of from each side. In front of the banner stood Adam McCall with a bouquet of red roses and a box of chocolates in his hands. Peter rolls his eyes, wondering what poor girl was going to get stuck in Adam's trap, when he hears your name fall from the blonde boys mouth.
Peter looks around for you in horror, praying to God you aren't there to see Adam's display, but when he sees you walk up to Adam and wrap him in a hug Peter knows all too well. Almost as though it's happening in slow motion, Peter watches as you accept the roses and candy and hug him again, laughing along to something Adam says.
Peter feels his heart wrench, a feeling he hadn't felt in a very long time, not since Liz had left. His eyes follow your every movement for what feels like a lifetime, until someone accidentally bumps shoulders with him and he's knocked out of his trance. He quickly apologizes and walks out of the cafeteria towards his locker. He doesn't really have a right to be angry, and he knows this, but it doesn't stop him from getting too worked up to even open his locker correctly. He pauses, taking a deep breathe and leans his forehead against the cool metal of his locker. "Peter?" You ask softly, and he spins around quickly, surprised to see you there. You were no longer holding the gifts Adam had given you, presumably leaving them with Michelle when you went to look for him. "Are you okay?" You ask. He pauses, trying to decide if he should actually tell you whether or not he was upset. He decides to wait until you've finished saying whatever you wanted to tell him. So he nods.
"Yeah, don't worry, I'm fine. I was just, you know... resting." He says, and when you giggle he grins too. "So, what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?" He asks, and your demeanor immediately changes. The smile falls from your face and you suck in a deep breath of air, your fingers tangled together in order to keep yourself from fidgeting. "You can tell me, (Y/N)." Peter tells you, and you nod.
"Peter, I think that we should, uh..." You pauses, collecting your nerves and your words. "I think we should stop seeing each other." If Peter thought he was upset when Adam had asked you to homecoming, than this is what if must have felt like to be heartbroken. The air escapes his lungs and he can barely hear you continue speaking. "I mean, sleeping together or hooking up, or whatever you want to call it. I think we should stop."
The air between the two of you feels heavy for a moment as you sit in silence. As you gauge his reaction, you notice he's shocked, which you had expected. Peter Parker had never been good at picking up on signals. But he also seems upset. His eyes cloud up and you look around for help you know isn't coming. You knew he would be confused, but you didn't think in a million years that he'd be upset. Peter has his pick of almost every single boy, girl, and everyone else at Midtown High and the fact that he's upset over you is halting. "Peter?" You reach a hand up to touch his shoulder but he backs away.
"Is this because of the Adam thing? Because I'll take you to homecoming, gladly." He says, and you furrow your eyebrows.
"What? Peter, no. This–" You're cut off by the lunch bell ringing. Peter turns on his heel and starts walking the opposite way. You start to follow Peter through the hall, but the crowd leaving their classes mingles with the crowd leaving second wave lunch, until you can't see him anymore.

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