✔️ Tom Holland Imagines

You're A Loser part 9

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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Word Count: 1.4k

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

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You're A Loser

Sunday Night, you had spend the past three hours staring at your keyboard. You bit your lip as you let yourself become deep in thought. You've successfully managed to ignore the world for the past 48 hours.

You've completed all your other assessments during the weekend, finding it a good stress relief and an excellent distraction. You turned your phone off too, not wanting to even glance at it. Zack had tried to contact you a few times but you got your parents to say you were busy and didn't want to see him this weekend. They had asked if you were okay and you said you were fine, blaming it on stress for all your school work.

You began to softly tap your bed spread, humming to yourself until you feel into a soft sweet tune. You smiled to yourself sadly as you began to hum louder, finding words naturally beginning to flow along with the harmony. You grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and began writing down music notes followed by a few lyrics.

Once you were finished you placed your fingers along your keyboard and began to play.

~*~*~*~*

The following school day had felt like a huge blur. You were physically present but emotionally vacant. You had spent the entire weekend bawling your eyes out, eating ice cream, doing your homework and assessments before crying all over again. The cycle repeated.

Once English class came about your attitude had lifted slightly. Once the school bell had rung you were once again the last student left after all the others rushed out.

''About the assignment...'' The teacher glanced up at you from her desk and frowned slightly.

''I asked for a poem... you turned in a song'' You frowned at hearing her unhappiness through her tone.

''I know. I just really wanted to do my own thing'' That was the best you could respond with.

''Your own thing was also late'' The teacher continued to reprimand you. You glanced down to the ground in shame and stared at your sneakers.

You turned to walk away.

''But it was emotional, raw... and those are the marks of a true artist'' You stopped at hearing these words. You slowly turned back around.

''I hope when the time comes, you will allow me to write you a college recommendation'' You smiled at this and nodded your head in gratitude.

''Thank you''

''In the meantime, whoever you wrote those words for, you should tell him, or her, both being equally valid choices'' The teacher laughed slightly while you smiled back slightly.

''I will''

~*~*~*~*

Rose goes in glass vases, perfect bodies, perfect faces, They all belong in magazines...

You approached Zack who was currently sitting on the grassy field eating his lunch. You sat down beside him and tried to smile up at him. He smiled back and nudged your shoulder slightly with his causing you to let out a genuine laugh.

''Look who finally came out of her shell'' You blushed at his comment and playfully hit him back causing him to fall over.

''Okay oww, rude'' He responds in laughter as he sits back up again. The both of you laugh for a few more moments before turning to face straight ahead over towards the outside cafeteria. You noticed Brittany sitting on her own, scrolling through her phone. You watched as a guy approached her, talking to her but she flat out ignored him.