Please Don't Leave Me~ trans Peter Parker

Distraction

 "Peter.. You're sweet but you just.. aren't my type"

  The words registered in my brain, eyebrows furrowing as I took a second to process this. Liz. My dream girl.. the one I've been pawning after since middle school. I finally had her and then just like that- gone. The same dark brown eyes that I fell in love with, were now filled with pity and regret. She wouldn't feel pity.. unless..

Anger mixed with confusion and sadness and probably every negative emotion known to exist fueled me, causing my skin to prickle and beads of sweat to stick to my palms. Before I could stop myself, I caught myself saying the words I would most definitely regret later; "Your type? You mean a guy with a dick?"

  A part of me still held hope. Waited for her to deny it and say she was into blondes or something. However, what I wasn't expecting, was the silence and look of guilt placed on her face soon after.

Unbelievable.

  Before she got a chance to say more heart-wrenching things, I gripped my bag strap and left. I didn't CARE that I had math class next. I didn't care that Ned would worry where I was, or MJ, the weird kid who sits at our table. I just needed to feel.. free.

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The air whipped against my face, fighting against me. I didn't let it win.                                                        I felt safe up here, on my roof. Kind of ironic that if I make any sudden movements, I could potentially fall to my demise. The mask felt soft and delicate in my hands, the fabric still not yet worn down. 

  My outfit wasn't the best. A weird mask and a hoodie basically. However, it protected my identity and that's all that was important.                                                                                                                  My thoughts shifted towards Aunt May. She's done so much for me, I couldn't possibly put her at risk of danger. 

  My head was pounding from the constant war with my mind and body and I groaned, jumping to my feet. Everything that happened to me began to kick in, causing my blood to boil once more.  Her words kept playing in my head on repeat.

You're not my type

A scream of frustration escaped my throat and I shot a web out of the shooters I created, sending a poor unsuspecting trash can to crash, the loud noise echoing in the quiet. I needed to take my anger out somehow..

  As if on cue, the alarms to the nearest store went off. I leap onto a taller building to get a closer look, and saw a couple of guys breaking and entering. 

  Pulling the elastic mask over my face, I let out a breath.

"Let's do this"

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