Word count- 1,248
Title- 15. You were never second best Peter Parker x reader #4
POV- 3rd person
Status- unedited
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Peter Parker was your best friend.
He was loyal, kind, and always put you first even if it meant putting his safety before yours.
That all changed when he met Liz Allen.
Liz was your ex best friend. That was post middle school when she decided you weren't popular enough to be friends with.
A few months after meeting Liz, Peter asked her out and they started dating.
Due to the fact that Peter was preoccupied with his new girlfriend, Peter started hanging out less, standing you up when he did come, and put Liz over you.
The last part hurt the most.
You had given up at this point and was tempted to tell Peter to just cut it off.
You couldn't take the pain and heartache anymore.
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Today was the day your parents passed.
You were 6 when they died.
Luckily, your uncle Tony took you in and raised you by himself.
The avengers were your family.
Steve was the overprotective brother you never had, Natasha and Wanda were your posse and you talked to them about everything, from boys to what makeup shade suited you the best.
Every one of the avengers held a place in your heart and were always there for you.
You sigh as you look to see what time it is and got your ass out of bed.
You heard a soft knock and you saw your uncle standing in your doorframe still in his bathrobe.
Tony looked at you apologetically with a worried look on his face.
"You know, you don't have to go to school today if you don't want to." Tony says softly.
You offer a small smile.
"I should go." You reply.
Tony offered an encouraging nod and you sighed as you got ready to take on the world.
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50 minutes, 3 coffees, 15 hugs and a mental breakdown on Tony later, you found yourself struggling to stay awake in chemistry.
You had gotten zero sleep the night before and you silently cursed at yourself for letting it happen.
Thankfully, chemistry was a class that you mostly got a's in and you enjoyed it for the most part.
Your teacher was supportive, and offered you encouraging smiles throughout the class period knowing Tony had sent an email ahead of time to all your teachers about what day it was.
She even offered you a pass if you wanted to talk.
You politely declined as you just wanted to get through the day.
Peter came in late but you barely noticed as you were in deep thought and tried to copy things down simultaneously. You barely took notice that Peter had taken a seat next to you as it was the only available seat left in the room.
"Y/n." Peter asks softly tearing you from you thoughts.
"What do you want Parker." You sighed avoiding eye contact with him.
"I-I just wanted to make sure you're okay. You seem upset." He states.
"I'm fine Peter." You answer hoping he would take a hint and leave you alone.
"You sure? You-"
"For fucks sake Parker! You don't remember what day it is? Who am I kidding, you probably don't even care anyway. You didn't then so why would you now!" You shout forgetting the fact you were in class and everyone had their eyes on you two.
Peter's eyes lit up as he remembered that today was the day your parents died.
"Y/n-" Peter starts.
"Forget it, just leave me alone. You seem bloody good at it anyway." You answer starting to pack up your things sending an apologetic look at your teacher who just nodded and began to write you a pass to the office so that Tony could pick you up.
You storm out of the classroom taking the pass from your teacher only to hear another set of footsteps running after you. You already knew it was Peter and didn't even bother to look over your shoulder. You were too upset to deal with his bullshit today so you quickly ran to the women's bathroom hoping he wouldn't catch up with you.
"Y/N wait!" Peter shouts as you quickly locked the bathroom stall and began to sob.
Peter's heart broke as he heard your sobs from the bathroom door. He slowly takes steps towards the stall you were in and sat down with his back facing you as you continued to cry. After a couple minutes of silence, your sobs began to die down. Peter took this as an opportunity to talk.
"Y/n-."
"Leave me alone Peter." You answer softly.
"No please, just hear me out. I'm so sorry Y/n. I never knew how badly I hurt you. I just got so preoccupied with Liz and I didn't take notice how broken you were. I'm so sorry Y/n." Peter's voice cracks as he apologized.
"Why did you do it?" You ask quietly.
Peter sighs.
"I honestly don't know Y/n. Liz told me to and I obeyed because I wanted to be a good boyfriend." He answers shamefully.
He stays quiet and you sighed.
"I'm sick and tired of being second best Peter." You say after a couple minutes of silence.
Peter sighs.
"Open the door Y/n/n." He quietly begs.
You obey and he wraps you in a hug.
Because of the circumstances and the state you were in, you accepted it and he pulled you in closer placing a soft kiss on your forehead.
"You were never second best."
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I'M BACK BITCHES
Hey all.
It's been a hot minute since I last updated this book. (roughly 2 months. Yikes, I'm the worst author ever.)
I'm soooo happy to be back.
While I was gone, we hit 2k reads on this book!
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Thank you for bearing with my slow updates, but I needed some time to get my creative juices flowing and I wanted to upload something I was proud of.
I don't know if I can go back to two updates a week but I will try to update at least one time a week. I don't have a full schedule yet but I will try to go back to my regular updates as soon as possible.
I can't thank you all enough for the amount of support I have been receiving lately.
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