I wake up with a groan, my hand darting to massage the other one. I look down at it to find a large purple bruise. Muttering to myself, I get out of bed and start getting ready.
I grab a deep, wine red turtleneck and pull it down over my head. It was getting warmer, but since when did I care about the weather? I'd always dressed erratically. Today, I just need to cover up the bruise. Usually, it was on my back or stomach: somewhere harder to see.
I shove my papers in my bag, thinking about the story. I have nothing. I don't have an idea or even a sliver of an idea. My heart squeezed at the notion of being beaten by Parker. Then memories of my texts with Michelle flash through my mind. The kid likes you. The words ring in my mind as I walk out of my room to the street and to the subway. I put my headphones in my ears, hoping to blast out the remains of that thought.
Sure, there wasn't anything wrong with Parker, but he's just too normal. He's too friendly and perfect. You could say the same of Gwen, but we've been friends since preschool. She's grown on me. This kid hasn't.
Honestly, the problem isn't Parker: it's the idea that I'm not as broken as I believe. All my life, I've been bullied and made fun of because of my home situation. I never dressed normally, and I never acted normally. I just always thought that they were right. I believed that I was broken. Broken pieces don't fit with perfect ones.
I'm snapped out of my thoughts as I walk into a person.
"I'm so sorry!" I exclaim, jumping down the help the person with the papers that fell. "I didn't mean to. I—" I look up to see Parker with an amused look on his face. "Oh," I say, dropping everything I picked up.
"Wow, nice to see you too, Vickie," Peter says as a smirk lights up his lips.
"Wish I could say it's mutual," I retort, walking over his stuff.
I was too distracted to realize that Parker was on the subway. Only the poor of the poor go to the subway. The people whose parents can't afford to buy cars are the people who come to the subway. That's why I'm always here. I just didn't understand that Parker wasn't as different from me as I thought he was.
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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...
