Peter Parker Imagines

The One that Got Away

For so long I was hoping to get attention. Does that sound narcissistic? Selfish?

Well let me explain, I had a crush on this boy that... Knew me and acknowledged me and spoke to me... Not anything cliche like he never even noticed me and all that...

But he never saw me the same way I saw him.

It kind of hurt knowing how much he admired Liz, watching him drool over her and daydream.

I usually became part of the background at times like these... He zoned out on her and I zoned out on my feet... Ned on the other hand, our dearest Yoda and Obi Wan... Knew all and saw all...

He knew I was dead meat from the beginning and he told me too.

"Don't get your hopes up." He said almost dismissively.

What better than a little friendly encouragement to help boost my self esteem...

I tried forgetting about my feelings but they never went away.

I even tried distancing myself from him but that was when I realized Peter didn't notice...

He started hanging out with Liz and her group. Poor Ned was now caught in between me and Peter. It wasn't like we fought but I was avoiding him.

After a week of him not even mentioning my name I gave up. He really didn't care... That hurt more than words can describe. I was there and he saw me and he knew me and he talked and joked around with me but when it came down to it... He. Didn't. Care.

That's so much worse than being invisible. It makes you wish you were invisible or that you never even existed.

I always thought that Peter Parker was the sweetest human being on Earth...

Things weren't that great at home either and my brother was coming home with lots of beatings. Apparently he had been getting involved with the wrong groups of people and now he was stuck. He was too good at computers that the wrong people began to seek out his skills.

This meant trouble for me and my mom too. It felt like I was constantly being followed and that only made me more stressed and anxious. I was having breakdowns quite often since it was all paired with stress from school and friends too.

I always tried to make sure that I walked home with someone or my brother came to pick me up because I was becoming practically paranoid.

Which brings me to today...

I had gone through a relatively difficult day, not as bad as others but definitely not classifiable as good or even a measly okay. I spent the day all alone you see...

Ned hung out with Peter, who I guess was now ignoring and avoiding me on purpose. I saw him nod at me at one point from across the cafeteria tables. I was sat in the back, not even Michele sat with me.

My insides could be easily described by the words: constant turmoil and aching pain.

I had gotten back a grade from a chemistry test which was utterly disappointing.

Maybe that was also the word that described me... a Disappointment. How can one word hold so much strength.

Then I was waiting for my brother to come pick me up for over an hour. He was late but what made it worse was the little ding of my phone announcing the message from my mother.

- James is in the hospital. I will stay with him overnight. It's nothing too bad, text me when you get home and make sure to lock everything before you go to sleep. There's food in the fridge from yesterday... love you so much dear