Spider-Man Imagines

Not That Girl (part three) | Peter Parker (TH)

okay guys, i really hate even having to write this but ---

earlier, someone came forward and told me about seeing my work in someone else's book of imagines. this is beyond discouraging, because i have also seen my fall writing prompts taken and used without credit or permission.

& after checking out the story, i found that one of my imagines was stolen & simply reworded slightly to make it "different".

guys. these ideas are mine. these stories are mine. the characters are marvel's, which i give them full credit for. if you're taking my stories and ideas, that's stealing - even if you reword them.

don't take my stuff. i do this all for free and i am happy to, but i will stop writing if it continues.

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Peter blinked slowly.

You opened your lips, expecting an explanation of some kind, but you only croaked out a sound of horror. It was so humiliating to stand in front of your best friend and just know he was suddenly seeing you differently.

And it definitely wasn't a good kind of different.

You clamped your lips shut as he looked away from you, hand pushing the hair up off his forehead, eyes avoiding you completely. His jaw set roughly.

It was clear that he didn't like you back.

"I'm sorry," you managed to choke out.

He didn't reply.

You turned around and hurried towards the crosswalk, face burning in embarrassment. You felt your heart throb. No pain was as bad as the pain of losing your best friend - especially that quickly.

                             ...

Your mom didn't pry, though it was clear something was wrong with you. You sat down on your bed, blanket around your shoulders, and attempted to bury yourself in your book, but you couldn't.

You kept thinking about how horrifying the whole situation was. How your biggest secret was just revealed in one split second. Now your best friend couldn't even think about you without knowing that you were in love with him.

And now you knew he didn't have the same feelings for you.

You couldn't help yourself. With tears in your eyes, you picked up your phone and sent Peter a text.

I'm sorry.

He didn't respond. For ten minutes, you panicked quietly, wondering if he was just going to flat out ignore you for the rest of your life.

If he didn't talk to you, and you didn't talk to him, you would have to sit somewhere else for lunch. And Ned would most definitely go with Peter, and you would be alone, and that would only make the whole situation worse-

Your phone buzzed. You opened the message and held your breath.

What do you expect me to say?

Your eyes welled with tears. The wording of Peter's message was so cold, so straightforward. It was clear in that moment that you had no hope.

Feeling a sob forming at the middle of your throat, you turned off your phone, tossed it on your nightstand, and crawled under your covers. Your mother called you for dinner, but you closed your eyes.