✔️ Tom Holland Imagines

You're A Loser part 3

Summary: Peter had no idea you existed... till now. Who knew that just with one little text to the wrong number your whole world was about to change.

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Warning(s)?: Popular!Peter, Loser!Reader

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You're A Loser

The pen had fallen from your grasp for the tenth time that period. Science was boring to you currently, your mind being elsewhere. You picked up your pen once again and started twiddling with it nervously as you stared straight at the bored. You shared almost every class with your best friend Zack, best friend and only friend that is. You weren't sure if that was a good thing or just plain depressing.

''Theoretically I can make this work till the big game where East plays West'' You spoke loud enough only for him to hear you seeing as you were sitting next to each other at the bench.

''When is that?'' The thought suddenly dawned on you, how long really did you have left to keep living this lie?

''Uhh, I don't know check the band schedule, I think two weeks'' Zack responds, preoccupied with the microscope in front of him to really pay attention.

''Two weeks?'' You echoed sadly, resting your head onto the palm of your hand.

''Okay, well... what do I do?'' You were desperate at this point. You were so in way over your head you didn't even realize.

''What I've been telling you since day One, tell him the truth'' He responds with a sigh, knowing it's a lot more complicated than that.

''He'll hate me...'' You mumble underneath your breath sadly, your heart strings tugging together almost painfully. You pictured his smile as you would walk past him down the corridor, the way he would goof around with his friends and talk mainly about girls.

You always thought you could see through his facade though, like he was hiding something. He always seem to go missing at the most convenient of times, always showing up to school with a new set of bruises like he had just been to an underground fight club.

One time your eyes had made contact and your smile had dropped, noticing the huge black eye Peter was sporting behind the makeup. He had done a very good job of covering it up, if you weren't so observant about him, you wouldn't have noticed. You knew others hadn't, well, at least it didn't seem like they did.

You were worried for a while, wondering what was going on with him. He was the school's star football player, why was he constantly getting hurt?

''I feel like he's hiding something too...'' You muttered, unfortunately loud enough for your best friend to hear from beside you.

''Yeah like what? That he likes to bake apple pies and likes to help out with the orphanage down the street three times a week?'' He was being sarcastic but rude at the same time you felt. You were being serious.

''No it's just- You really haven't noticed anything?'' You asks almost sounding bewildered. Zack stops to look up at you with a confused expression.

''Why have you?'' He thinks about what he had just said then smiles.

''Forget it, I already know the answer to that'' You laughed softly and nudged him in the ribs as he pretended to yelp quietly in pain.

You both laughed quietly to yourself that neither of you had heard Britney a few tables up bawling her eyes out. You soon stopped once you began to listen in on their conversation, it wasn't hard to do seeing they were diagonally from you.