PRETENDING. [petermj]

fall apart.

Peter continued to wipe away the tears from his eyes, his heart still racing from what he had seen. His girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend now, had cheated on him in front of his own eyes. His thoughts started to pile up in his mind, 'did I not give her everything she wanted?' 'why would she do that to me, I loved her.' 'Was I not good enough?' He asked himself these things as he headed for the stairs of the house, making his way to the exit of the party.

He made a mental note to himself to text Ned later that he had left, and to explain everything later since he was in too much pain to do so now. The brunette sighed as he walked outside of the house, choosing to lean against a railing to catch his breath. Looking up, he noticed a dark silhouette hovering above what appeared to be a passed out girl in the lawn. The silhouette started to lift up the girl's shirt and Peter knew that he had to do something before they went further, so he rushed himself down the stone steps and towards the figure. Now that he was closer, he noticed that it was one of the frat boys who attended the house the party was at. The boy was much more muscular than Peter, and could probably crush him like a bug. Peter nervously whistled at the frat boy, who turned his head, then was suddenly laying on the ground, clutching his face once Peter had decked him in the face.

Peter had never punched anyone in the face, let alone as hard as he did. He rubbed his knuckles gently, the movies never told you how much it actually hurt to punch someone in the face, they just made it look painless. Badass was exactly how Peter felt, and it helped release some of his aggression towards Liz and her new man. the moment replaying in his mind as he looked at the boy on the ground. Peter hurried back over towards the unconscious girl, tilting his head to getting a better look. Those dark curls and caramel colored skin could not be mistaken for anyone but that of Michelle Jones. Out of everyone he had wanted to see tonight of all nights, she was not one of them.

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All Michelle Jones wanted was for Flash Thompson to leave her alone. Ever since senior year of high school, Flash had started to make her feel more and more uncomfortable with his actions. She believed it had to do with the fact that she had been appointed leader of the debate club once Liz had left and he was just realizing how powerful of a leader she was. Another part of her believed that it was because he was a teenage boy and wanted to have sex with everything that moved, but she wasn't sure about why he had targeted his advances at her.

Her roommate had walked with her to class the previous morning telling her about a party at the large frat house on campus and Michelle nodded along as she was given the information. The tall brunette had changed a lot since high school, unlike how reserved and quiet she was, she was now loud and has a 'doesn't care about your opinion' attitude. Michelle was very active in protesting and still kept her love for reading, and she still hated Peter Parker with a passion. Somehow they had managed to get into the same university, she felt that it was like fate wanted her to knock him out. After beating her for valedictorian, and his GPA being one point above hers, she could not stand him.

She arrived at the party just when all the fun had started, some drunk guys were standing on the roof doing kegs as she stood in front of the house. Michelle walked up the stone steps and into the large house, noticing Flash already in the house, causing her to roll her eyes. "Tonight is going to be a long night.." She muttered to herself as she made her way towards one of the many drink tables, and the speakers, feeling the music in her chest. Not even after one second of grabbing a drink, Michelle felt a tap on her shoulder, she let out a deep sigh and turned to see Flash. "Hey gorgeous." He said with a smirk plastered on his face, she quickly downed her drink and grabbed another. "Yeah.. this..-" Michelle said, gesturing between them "is never going to happen, now if you'll excuse me I have a party to attend to." She said, drinking the other cup that was in her hand and handed him the empty cup, pushing past him.

Michelle continued to drink the night away, especially when Flash would come near. Flash came a few feet away, she'd drink, Flash tried to dance with her, two drinks downed, Flash stood next to her, five shots of vodka downed. By the second hour that she was at the party, Michelle was wasted. Her night was filled with one bad decision after the next. She was either dancing with random guys who she knew wanted in her pants, or at one point was on top of a table dancing recklessly. Somehow the girl drunkenly made her way outside, muttering something about taking a nap. Michelle's head spun and before she knew it she was spiralled out on the ground outside the frat house in the damp lawn.

*authors note*
what do you think peter will do now that he's found michelle??