Always | Peter Parker x Reader

Chapter 26: small knives

-Your POV-

"Y/N? Y/N!"

I gasped, sitting up in the bed. I was panting, and my hair was matted to my face.

Shit. Nightmare.

"S-sorry," I mumbled.

"Don't be sorry, there's nothing to be sorry for," said Peter, pulling me into a hug.

I felt my breathing even out, but my heart wouldn't stop pounding.

I felt free, in a way. I could spend more time around Peter, and he'll, maybe even tell him how I feel.

I told myself that before I make a move, he needs to first, or I need to know he feels the same way.

I really don't want to ruin our friendship that we've developed over the past month.

I felt myself drifting to sleep again, in his arms.

~~~

"You ready?" Peter asked, grabbing my hand as we walked into the school.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good," I smiled. He had lent me another one of his cute science shirts again.

To be honest, it smelt really good.

I love the way Peter smells. That sounds weird, but I really don't give a fuck. It's nice.

Once again, people stared as we walked in. I saw Flash standing by some of the lockers, and I shivered, grabbing Peter's hand tighter.

We walked over to our lockers, which luckily, were right near each other's. Thank god it's Thursday. The week is almost over.

"Hey, babe," I heard someone say.

I turned around, and a chill went down my spine.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me. Don't yo-"

"Peter," I glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. "What the hell, do you want Flash?"

"What do you mean? To spend time with my girlfriend," he smirked.

"Get away from her," Peter growled.

"Make me," Flash stepped closer. He grabbed my wrist.

Peter tried to free me from his grasp, but before he could, Flash hit him. Hard.

Peter doubled over, groaning in pain.

"What the fuck, Flash?! I told you I'm done with you," I yelled.

He didn't listen. He just punched Peter over, and over, and over again.

Without thinking, I pulled a move Natasha taught me on Flash, tackling him to the ground.

"Don't come near me, or Peter again. Got it?" I said, sitting on top of him. "Or next time, I won't hesitate to break a few bones."

"Ms Romanoff, to the office! Now!" Some random teacher shouted.

I stood up, and grabbed my bag.

I knew everyone was now staring, pointing, and whispering.

Damnittttttt.

Oh well, he deserved it. And boy, did it feel good.

~~~

I was pacing around my room, when I finally decided.

I went into the kitchen, and grabbed an ice pack.

I walked back over the hallway with mine and Peter's room, and stood in front of his door.