✔️ Tom Holland Imagines

One Hell Of A Night P2

Summary: Who knew that just going to homecoming would turn out to be a whole lot more than what you bargained for.

Requested: No

Word Count: 1.7k+

Note: Last Part for 'One Hell Of A Night'!

Warning(s)?: Swearing, teen angst, yelling, anger... fLUFFFF near the enddddd

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One Hell Of A Night

As soon as you got home you went straight to your bedroom. Aunt May had picked you guys up, wondering where Peter had went. Liz tried asking you and sighed when you didn't give her an answer. You couldn't help but to bite your nails all the way, your leg bouncing on the seat. Aunt May seemed to notice but didn't say anything, knowing it had something to do with Peter. You guys dropped Liz off first, she ignored and you and entered her house. She was mad with you too cause she knew you knew why he went off the way he did but you wouldn't say.

It was Peter's job to try and explain things to her, not yours. You turned to face Aunt May once you both arrived at the front of your apartment. She turned the motor off and lowered her head slightly.

"What happened tonight?" She asked. You turned your head away from her and closed your eyes, what were you supposed to say? What cover story do you need to come up with? Or maybe... you tell her the truth? You shook your head at the last through and turned around to face her.

"I'm not really sure" you replied. She sighed, knowing you were lying though she didn't know why.

"Do I need to be worried?" She asks next. 'Hmm?' you responded, not wanting to give anything away.

"About Peter?" she asks, her voice slightly breaking at the end. You had to tell her something... it wasn't fair she was in the dark with all of this. So you settled for no words. You just lightly nod your head at her and opened the door, closing it behind you. You walked up to the front door and walked in, noticing Aunt May was still out there, seeming to stare off in front of her deep in thought.

"How was the dance?" Your mom asked excitedly as she approached you. You just kept your head down waling past her.

"Y/N?" she asks. You stopped and turned around in your tracks.

"I'm just really tired... talk about it tomorrow?" You ask nicely, not wanting to show give away what you were feeling otherwise she would just bombard with questions. You weren't up for the tonight. She just nodded slightly, realizing something was wrong but respected your space. She would get it out of you tomorrow she thought before returning into the living room.

You made your way to your room and ever since just stood in the middle of your room, your cell in your hand waiting for any type of notification of any type. You bit onto your nails again, refreshing your messages every so often making sure you hadn't missed anything. You were worried sick that you actually felt nauseous. You went into your bedroom quickly and went to the sink, beginning to rub some cold water onto your face. While you were there you took your makeup off. You glanced at yourself in the mirror and took in your appearance.

What if he's stuck somewhere? Lying dead in a ditch? What if he's already killed him? What if-

You thoughts were cut off by you beginning to dry heave. You lent over the sink and contents from your stomach left your mouth. Once you finished you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and washed your mouth, rinsing some water in your mouth to get rid of the fowl taste before spitting it back out. You lent your hands against the sink and bowed your head, your breathing becoming labored.