PETER PARKER/TOM HOLLAND IMAGINES

BROKEN (PART 2)

THIS IS REALLY BAD GUYS IM TELLING YOU I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO CONTINUE IT, ALSO IF YOU GUYS HAVE ANY REQUESTS FEEL FREE TO COMMENT. 

"Chris is gay." You say louder and clearer this time. Peter mutters under his breath shit. Quickly he walks over to you, rambling out apologies, telling you to forgive him, but you shove him 

You were heart broken. It felt like your heart had been ripped apart. In any other occasion, if any other person had called you those names, you would have cared less. Going on with the rest of your weekend with a smile. But you had never expected someone you loved and cared for so dearly, to think so little of you. 

You spent the rest of Saturday night crying your eyes out, locked away in your room, hidden by mountains of bed spread. Used tissues decorated the floor of your room, and the ice cream box on table slowly melted away. 

Sunday, was not much better. You barely got out of your room, pretending to be doing homework, or reading. You texted MJ, one of your closest friends what happened, and before you knew it she was banging on your bedroom door. Your parents struck each other nervous glances when your back was turned. They were worried. Your usually bright and bubbly persona, was now replaced with a dark and gloomy person. And you refusing to talk, only made them question what had happened. 

Monday. The worst day of the week. It mean that you had to go to the hell hole you call school, put up with all the teachers and students who managed to get on your nerves. You hesitated going. Could you live with seeing Peter's face. After all, he, MJ and Ned were who you sat with during lunch. But you knew you had to be strong. Well MJ did, telling you to sit with him Ned and her during lunch, to make it look like you were unfazed when you were crumbling inside. 

You felt your mouth go dry as you pushed through the main doors of Mid Town Tech. Keeping your head down, you ambled your way to your locker. Avoiding the eyes of other student, you punched in your locker combo. 

It felt wierd. Not having Peter next to you. Not feeling his warmth enveloping your hand. You felt a lump in your throat, as your eyes welled with tears. Hastily, you wiped them away. You couldn't cry. Not because of Peter. Not in front of everyone else.

"Boo!" You feel yourself jump, as you lightly shove MJ's shoulder. 

"MJ," you let out a squeal. MJ, was like your big sister, she was protective over you, and the fact that she was a few inches taller than you only added to it. Together, you and MJ, could talk about anything, for hours. Slowly, you both started walking to class. And in that moment, any thought of Peter was long forgotten. 

It was the middle of first period, and you and MJ, were in English. Slowly, your day was becoming normal. And it felt like nothing had happened at all. 

Suddenly, the door flung open. Ned rushed in taking his seat at the very front of the classroom, and only seconds later Peter walked in. His eyes were red and swollen and you knew he had been crying. His once soft and curly hair, was now disheveled and all over the place. His lip was split, and there was faint black outline along his eyes. You felt the need to rush over to him, wrap your arms around him and help him. But you couldn't, not after he had hurt you that much. His eyes landed on your, and you saw. Truly saw him. You felt your heart break from all the pain his eyes held. Anyone could see he was in pain. Slowly he let out a small sniffle, fixed the bag strap on his shoulder and sat down next to Ned. 

PETERS POV:

Anger. That was all I felt after Y/N and my argument. Anger at myself for thinking that Y/N, the love of my life would cheat. Angry that I jumped to conclusions like that. Angry that I let my emotions take over and called her all those nasty things...