"Heyo!" Gwen chirps, sitting next to me. Her bubbly attitude brought a smile to my face today.
"Hey," I grunt with a small smile.
"Trade?" she asks, gesturing to her delicious salad.
"Yes, please!" I groan, giving her my boring turkey sandwich. After having the same lunch for a few years, you tend to get sick of it. I've been eating the same thing since eight grade. My parents aren't around to make me a nutritional lunch or dinner, so no one really cares.
"You really should eat more veggies," Gwen says, her blonde hair bobbing up and down as she chattered. She was always on me for not eating healthy. She was the only one who really seemed to care; I guess that's why we're still friends.
"Thanks, Mom," I reply, rolling my eyes. It wasn't a good comparison. My mom couldn't even be bothered to pick me up from school.
"What's up?" Michelle mutters unenthusiastically as she puts her tray down on the table with a loud clatter. A few people look at her with looks of disgust, but she just glares at them. They slowly turn around, knowing not to mess with her. She was the best person to make people back off.
"Nothing, just trading lunches," I reply. She simply nods her head and starts drawing in her notebook, shoving a chip in her mouth.
"Hey there, darlin'," Harry says smoothly, sitting next to Gwen.
"Not your darling," Gwen responds, sighing. A playful smile danced on her crimson red lips.
"Really?" He asks, his lips turning into a smirk. "Do we really want to put that to the test?"
"I. Dare. You," Gwen says, nearing him with every word so their faces were about an inch apart. They'd always had this competitive spirit, and it was always amusing to watch. Ever since preschool, they'd been fighting like this. I was jealous as a kid, but I've come to terms with the fact that I'll never have a relationship like that.
"Get a room," Peter snorts from behind Harry.
"Go to hell," I say, faking a smile.
"I tried, they kicked me back out," Peter replied, knowing how to respond to me. This banter had been going on ever since that lunch in eight grade. He kept trying to be my friend, and I kept pushing him away. It was fun. It was new.
"And you're telling us to get a room?" Gwen asks, laughing.
"How about all of you just get rooms?" Michelle asks, causing us all to lightly chuckle. "What are you laughing about?"
"Y-You're serious?" Peter chokes out, stuttering.
"Mhmm, cause I'm in love with you," I say sarcastically.
"You a-are?" He asks, the stutter not leaving him. He ran his finger over his nose like he was going to push up his glasses as a sheen appears on his forehead. He suddenly lost his glasses a couple months ago, I never knew why. Maybe he got contacts. I never cared enough to ask, honestly.
"I'm not, dummy," I say in a condescending tone. I swear this kid is so dumb.
Peter sits down next to Harry, shooting nervous glances my way every few seconds as if I'd grown another head.
"So, Vickie, you like any boys?" Gwen asks. I know what she's trying to do. She's been shipping me and Peter for some unknown reason. She's mentally unstable.
"No. But do you?" I ask, putting a piece of lettuce in my mouth.
"Oh yes! I'd like to hear what you all think about me!" Harry cheers as Peter knits his eyebrows together in confusion.
"Well—" Gwen starts but is cut off by the bell.
"Saved by the bell," I mutter, grabbing my things and walking to class. My pace slowed to a stroll, still loving the empty serenity of a deserted hallway. Call me crazy, but solitude is where I feel the most me.
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Brunettes ♡ p. Parker
Fanfiction"I hate brunettes." "You are one." "Your point?" A love story, you could call it. A love story between two brunettes. He's perfect, and she's broken. He's had a crush on her, and she hates him. He's a hero, and she becomes a villain. He's Peter Park...
