Peter Parker Imagines

9c. soulmates

Sorry its been forever, finally got the next part for you guys..

This has become like some seriously typical high school movie but okay. Well, the beginning.

BTW: It gets better as you go along sorry 

WARNINGS: Mention of ..like, not feeling comfortable with someone touching you? Bits in the diary entry (beginning). If you feel uncomfortable, just skip to after that part- its basically about how much you've changed and become like an 'item' to Flash.

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Enjoy :)

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Dear diary,

Its been 2 days since I chose Flash as my soulmate. 

Things have really started to change in a way I never expected.

I put 2 more contacts on my phone; Flash and Peter. You know, just in case..

The same cycle has repeats at school. I come in, Flash walks with me in the hall. Peter notices us and tries to approach me but Flash snaps at him. I'm "his girl" now. Anyone who so much as looks at me answers to my 'soulmate'. 

And people are looking at me more. I don't hang out as much with MJ. I try to but Flash drags me away to his group of jerks.

Everyone avoids Flash and I. They see us, look down and walk away. Its like I'm Heather Chandler. Or Regina George. But I haven't even done anything. I'm still the same person as I used to be. 

Its all because of Flash. I'm his item and he's my King. He's just not who he was on that first date. He doesn't care about me. 

I feel like my whole body's covered in his touch even though he's only groped my thigh a few times. Too many times anyway.

It's not right. What he's done to me. 

I've lost friends. Dignity. My reputation. My rights.

He sometimes even takes me phone. Checks my texts. 

Peter's contact is saved under a different name.

After school, I come home and study; do work. Just as I've always done. But no one even knows that. People think I'm some kind of girl who just has sex with him all the time.

I've never let him kiss me.

He's tried. Many times. 

But he hasn't.

He still tries to be nice to me on some level. He buys me clothes and texts me every morning. But I don't even like the clothes..

How long can I keep living like this? How long can I play someone else's game? It hasn't even been 3 days and I don't know what to do.

I can't say anything to him. I know its awful but I'm terrified. 

Why did I make this choice?