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"Peter you have to tell me what's going on."
Although it was a sunny Thursday morning, you and Peter felt the complete opposite of bright and sunny. He had been avoiding you this whole week, ever since English class on monday. You tried way too many times to talk to him privately but he always found a way before you were able to. However, he didn't completely ignore your calls and texts, simply replying with small grunts, hums and one worded responses. He didn't want to ignore you, he wanted you to leave him alone, but deep down he he didn't want that, he thought he did but he was wrong.
So with all this nonsense he hadn't explained, you made a plan to lie to Peter on the prior Wednesday night, telling him that you'll have the day off which he believed. This gave you a chance to corner him around a building when he walks to school because for the past two days, he'd been using his suit as a way of transportation to school which gives him a high risk of exposing his identity, but he didn't really care. He'd rather have the risk of getting caught than to face you and what you have to say, which he would admit is immature, but he thought it was for the best. He clearly thought wrong.
"Peter!" You yelled as you grabbed his shoulders to stop him from walking.
"What?!"
"You have no right to yell at me." You growled.
He finally stopped walking and faced you with his brows furrowed.
"Peter, you have to tell me what's going on," Peter only looked at you for a second, a second that took him to see realize how dark the colour of your pupils were and how your eyes portrayed so much frustration and sadness. He also noticed your cheeks tinted pink and your mouth a deep colour red. He definitely couldn't miss how your hair was falling in front of your face as you made no attempt to fix them. He found all these aspects of you so beautiful although it was clearly the wrong time to think for that, but he couldnt help it.
Yea, he always found you so beautiful, but this time it was different because, he kept having these feelings in his stomach.
He looked back down, feeling uncomfortable under your attention.
"Why have you been ignoring me?!" You couldnt hold yourself back anymore, pushing him against a nearby tree, as you felt a small pang in your chest, seeing his face contort in some type of pain that you couldn't understand.
Peter would always admit how cute and childish you looked when you got angry, but he felt different this time. It almost looked hot to him. How you furrowed your eyebrows and how you grunted in frustration. But what he doesn't know was that these were never his thoughts, these were his feelings.
You and Peter always shared everything with eachother and now he was being really stubborn. The pain you were feeling wasn't caused from his actions of ignoring you, but the fact that he didn't feel comfortable enough to tell you what was going on with him, was giving you a hard to time to understand your frustrating feelings.
