Peter Parker Imagines

For you

WARNINGS: force vomiting (eating disorders), idk why i like writing sad imagines,

Words: 2325
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"She's so pretty..." He mumbled as he looked at her. "Don't you think Y/N?" He asked as he glanced over to his best friend, taking his eyes away from Liz. "Yeah sure," You respond plainly as you took a bite out of your sandwich. You didn't want to be sad, but you couldn't stop yourself from having emotions. I mean, that's what makes us superior to our kind.

I swallowed a big lump of my half chewed sandwich, almost choking, and put it down. My appetite wasn't there to begin with but now it had completely gone. I softly sighed as I looked at the food that was on my tray. I poked at it a little as my head was held in my hand. Ned gave me a raised eyebrow. I looked at him, confused. "You never poke at a BLT sandwich with avocado AND mayo," Ned says, very suspicious. "Not that hungry," You say normal as ever. Ned rolled his eyes but brushed it off. You glanced over to Peter, who's eyes were only on her. The queen B of this school. You couldn't deny it, she was pretty. You felt like you wouldn't even stand a chance against her.

Liz walked over to the table and sat next to Peter. "Hey Peetie," She said in a lovey dovey voice. "Hi," He said back cheekily. You mentally threw up, but felt your heart ache at the same time. You cringed and decided to make an excuse to hurry to the bathroom. "I'm not feeling too well," You faked and ran towards the nearest bathroom to lock yourself up. You softly sobbed into your hand as you pressed your back against the stall door.

After a few minutes of crying loudly, you heard the door open and you immediately shut yourself up. "Oh my god... Liz, are you going to have sex with Peter or not?" Betty asked, giggling loudly. You gagged. "Maybe... He said he'd 'study' with me this weekend..." She winked at Betty who was laughing along with her. Liz felt scandalous but also confident. She applied a layer of lip gloss as she kept on talking. "Ya know, I think Peter is in love with me," She smiled. Betty gasped. "No wayyy... Peter? He doesn't seem like the person to just fall in love..." "I know!" Liz squealed as I felt my eardrums shattering. "You must be like totally special! It's probably because you're sooo skinny!!" You heard Betty say as they both walked out. The sentence getting less audible at the end.

You wiped away your tears and slowly open the stall door. You looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked at your figure closely. You never had a problem with it, until now. Maybe it was because you weren't pretty enough. You flatten out your stomach as you suck in a lot of air. That seemed much better already, but it's very uncomfortable to stay in that position. You look back at the toilet behind you then glanced to your stomach. Back and forth your eyes would dart between the two as you correlated the two and two together.

You knew what you were about to do was crazy, but was there any other efficient way? Your mind was conflicting to if you should do it or not. Eventually, you sat in front of the toilet. Tears already forming. You stuck your finger down your throat as vomit immediately came out of your mouth. You forced yourself to vomit as much as you could to get rid of every single calorie you had. The taste was unbearable. Tears had rolled down from your eyes, but not from crying. Just from the gag reflex.

As you were done, you stood up and looked at yourself again. Make-up was smudged everywhere. You looked like a mess, but I guess that was the process of this. As you quickly wiped most of the makeup off your face, you left the bathroom. Pretending you were fine. You stepped back into the cafeteria. A fake smile on your face. "You okay?" Ned asked you as MJ looked at you strangely. "Yeah, just threw up a little but now I'm fine," You lied. "I can smell you from here," MJ joked. You laughed along with her.

As you looked over to find your glasses that you had left behind, you saw Liz and Peter basically eating each other's faces off. You smiled to yourself. It felt forced. It felt unnatural. It felt like you were going crazy at this point. You quickly grabbed your bag as the school bell rang. "See you guys later," You said fast before moving towards my next class.