Chapter 8: Peter... I need you...

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You were so done with him. If he even entered your mind even the slightest bit. You'd yell something louder in your mind to block him out.

Peter : y/n I'm so sorry.... please talk to me...

Peter : Y/n I'll do anything for you... infinite kisses and a hug that lasts forever!

Peter : I'm so sorry for hurting your feelings. I was so stupid. Just keep in mind that I'm always here.

He texted you non stop throughout the day. But you noticed he never came to school.

The day ended and everyone left. The teacher went to the bathroom and you sat there in your seat, as sad as can be. And then... Flash came up to you.

"Great Flash of ALL PEOPLE who could've approached me..." you complain in your mind.

"Hey sugar!" Flash yells with an ignorant expression in his eyes.

"Go away Flash..." you say rubbing your eyes and gathering your things.

"Woah baby, don't worry. Peter hurt you didn't he?" He said with a smirk.

You stopped thinking about what happened. The memories flooded in too fast, you couldn't block them out... so you begin to cry.

"Hey sweet pea I'm right here, now that Peter is out of the way." He said with a smug facial expression as he wiped away the tears from your face.

You push his hands away and head for the door. He jumps in front of you and locks the door before you can even react. He walks closer too you as you back away. "FLASH, LEAVE ME ALONE." You say sternly trying to fight back the tears and fear.

"C'mon y/n... you can't possibly think Peter is better. With that beauty you deserve someone else, someone who isn't so... ugly." He says laughing to himself.

He had a devilish look in his eyes. You begin to panic and walk away faster as he closed you into a corner. "Flash-" you say.

He grabs your wrist and yanks you from the wall. He had a firm grip and he burned your wrist. Everything fell as you lay there helplessly on the floor. Flash holds your wrist tighter and continues to yank it while saying, "LET ME SHOW YOU MY CAR BEAUTIFUL, I'm so much more rich than 'Peter the Poor Boy'".

"NO!" You yell crying through the tears as he yanks you even harder. He pulled you so hard that your skin tore and started bleeding.
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(Peter's pov.)
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I can't stand being without her. I feel horrible... I have to get to the school to see if she's still there! I have to make things write!

He drives to school and remembers you have English last period so he starts heading to your guys' English classroom. He tries the door but it's locked. He presses his ear against it to see what's happening.

"FLASH STOP!" He hears you muffley scream.

"C'MON SWEETIE PIE LET'S GO!" He hears Flash yell back.

Oh my gosh.

He busts the lock and throws the door open.
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(Your pov.)
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Flash had only dragged you a few feet but all your stuff was still on the ground.

You look up in tears at Peter as he looks into your, e/c, helpless, and desperate eyes.

He then sees your bloody and burnt wrist. He stared Flash directly DEAD in the eye.

"Flash let her go." He says sternly.

"What are you gonna do about it little Peter?" He says in a stupid voice.

"Flash, LET HER GO!" He yells as he lunges at Flash.

He breaks Flash's hold from my wrist. It lost enough blood that you couldn't even lift it, but you couldn't touch it with your other hand because it was too tender to be touched.

You crawl into the opposite corner of the room and sob because the pain is so bad. You just look at your wrist as a salty tear touched it. You grunted VERY loudly in agony.
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"Flash, LET HER GO!" I yell as I lunged at Flash.

I grabbed his shirt and pushed him into a wall. He kicked me in the stomach and pushed me off of him. He started running towards y/n but I grabbed his leg and dragged him back.

He threw a punch and I dodged as we hear y/n cry in agony. I actually started tearing up. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO HER?!" I yell with tears in my eyes, picking him up and throwing him into the wall.

He surrendered. I had won.
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Peter came over to you and picked you up bridal style, letting my wrist hang off because if it touched anything it was the most painful thing ever. You sob into his shirt as he rushes you out the door.

The teacher saw but all he could saw was "WHAT?!". But it was too late. Peter had already ran out the door.

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