New girl||Peter Parker

Chapter f o u r

You quickly pulled away and reached out towards the table.

Incoming call: Mason

Before you could warn Peter to leave the room, you had already answered.

"H-hey mason" you panted. You hadn't noticed how out of breath Peter got you. It took you by surprise.

"What's up with you? You're breathings all heavy and shit." He seemed angry,

"Oh nothing. Just out for a jog."

"It's fucking 10:30 at night?!" He started shouting.

'You need to leave. Now' you mouthed at Peter. He seemed upset. Saddened. He nodded and stepped out.

Third person POV

'Oh god. Why did I do that. (Y/n) has a boyfriend. She seems happy, she's bringing him a souvenir.' Peter internally scolded himself

It took All of peters willpower to not eavesdrop on your conversation.

He eventually gave up and decided to go on a hunt for snacks.

He grabbed the bag of chips and made his way back to his bedroom.

"No! I would never cheat on you! You know that!" (Y/n) voice rang out threw the halls, even from behind her closed doors.

"No please! You don't need to come down here! Please!" She was crying now.

"No! I know! Please just stay in (y/hometown)!"

There was a silence. Peter could practically feel your fear from across the hall.

"Fine. I'll see you then.." she stated.

As peter waited for more of this conversation to unroll, he was instead greeted by the soft sobs of (Y/n) as he approached your door. He pressed his ear against it. The sobs were soft, quiet. He could sense the pain in you.

"(Y/n)?" Peter spoke softly, not wanting to startle you.

"Go a-away" (Y/n) stuttered, sniffling.

"Please..."

"I... i s-said go a-away!" She shouted. Peter heard footsteps up to the door, his hopes raising, thinking she might let him in, just to hear the lock click on the door as she flopped back onto her bed.

-Time skip cause im too lazy to write-

Your POV

Oh god. Mason was coming to stay with you a couple days. It's been about a week since you and Peter...kissed. You haven't told anyone. You haven't even spoken to Peter. You kept your distance entirely.

You couldn't be around him. You were... in love with Peter Parker. You admitted these feelings to yourself the same day your boyfriend decided to visit you without an invitation.

As he unpacked his few sets of clothes for the next few days, you stared blankly at the wall, pretending to be interested on the show playing on the television. You mindlessly chewed on a potato chip when a deep voice caught you by surprise.

"Go easy on the chips. I don't want you getting fat on me!" He shouted. Was he mad? Oh god you made him mad...

"Sorry.." you stuffed the bag into the drawer next to the bed.  "asshole" you muttered under your breath

"What did you say to me?!" He turned quickly, looking you in the eye. You opened your mouth to say it was nothing when a hand wrapped around your throat "you ever say anything like that to me again" his hand tightened, cutting off all air flow "I will make you regret it." He dropped you ti the bed and slapped you. Turning away

"I'm sorry..." you whispered. Taking in harsh breathes and coughing.

"You better be sorry you bitch" he mumbled.

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You quickly shuffled into the kitchen, reaching into the freezer and grabbing a frozen dinner, popping it quickly into the  microwave to feed your "loving" boyfriend. You weren't hungry. You didn't eat around him, or he would complain you were gonna gain weight and would be too ugly for him.

That would be amazing, getting away from him, but you have too much appreciation about your body for that.

You could just tell your uncle stark everything, he could get the man the death penalty! Not that he would. But he could!

Your train of thought is interrupted by a voice.

"Hey (Y/n)" your aunt Tasha smiled

"Oh. Hey. I thought you guys were out drinking?"

"The others left already. But I came to see how you were doing!" She smiled softly

You instinctively reached your hand to your neck, not noticing you did.

"What the hell is that!" She motioned to your neck, causing you to pull the hood in slightly, hiding the red hand mark and the scratched he left.

"Oh it's nothing" you insist, grabbing the handle to the beeping microwave.

"Where the fuck is my food!" You heard mason yell from your room, causing you to wince. You grab the burning tray and brush past Natasha, only stopping when you felt her fingertips latch onto your wrist, causing yo unto yelp in pain. She peered under your sleeve to see the bruises on your wrist.

"I gotta go.." you mumbled, and ran to your room, locking it behind you.