Imagines

Peter Parker

Seven minutes in heaven

The purple fairy lights are reflecting on the glass of the spinning bottle as it chooses his next victim.
Just to clear things up in the first place I hate these party games like truth or dare or spin the bottle. It's fucking ridiculous.
Unfortunately Liz was a sucker for these games and I didn't want to be a party pooper again so she convinced me to a game of seven minutes in heaven.
I mean how likely is it that the bottle is going to point on me instead of the ten other people sitting around.
"Kat it's you!" My eyes widen when Liz giggles beside me.
I look up to see who span the bottle and lock eyes with none other than Parker.
My face scrunches up in disgust and his eyes throw daggers at me.
"No!" I say.
Peter accompanies my complain. "Not in a lifetime I'm going in that closet with her!"

Peter and I always had a problem with each other.
It just got on my nerves how he was in literally ever damn club like Decathlon, fotography and even the art club and he was always the best one. These were the things I was good at, I loved doing them without having to listen to the teachers preach Peter like in our few shared classes.
But every time I joined a new club he was there and I mean every.goddamn.time.

"Can't you go in?" I ask Liz desperately because I'd never go into that closet with this boy.
"The bottle shows on you Kat get in there." She pushes me up and I see Ned doing the same towards Parker.
"I could get in for Penis Parker if you want me to?" Flash pipes up suddenly and my eyes widen in horror.
I grab onto Parker's wrist and eagerly drag him into the closet shutting the door.
"That was rude!" I hear Flash yelling through the door.

The booming music gets quieter in the closet but the ground still vibrates under my shoes. I sigh and close my eyes for a second leaning myself against the door. It is deadly quiet and I can't see Parker because there is no light in the closet.
"You can let go of my wrist now you know." His voices makes me jump in surprise because it is much closer than I thought. I bang my head against the wall and let out a quiet groan.
I hear Peter chuckle making the fire in my veins flare up.
"Shut up this is your fault!"

"Why is it my fault?"

"You span the bottle!"

"Yeah but it's your fault that you were even sitting on that place where it stopped spinning." This is fucking ridiculous.
I push out my hand give him a slight shove but his chest is so close that my hand just lands on it being stopped by his strength.
"What the hell are you doing?" He snaps at me and I quickly remove my hand from him.
"I was trying to get some space between us idiot! You're standing in my private space."

"How am I supposed to step back this closet is astronomically small!"

"Just try to step away okay."

"I can't if I move I'm just going to take up more space!" I let out a low growl because I'm seconds away from ripping his head off. I try to maintain a clear head and be the bigger person in this situation.

"Okay lets make a deal. We probably have five minutes left. Can you pretend for these five minutes that we don't hate each other? We don't have to talk, after this we can go back to fighting in school."
He's quiet for a second I hear his feet shuffle around.
I don't know why but I have the feeling that he's moved closer and it makes my heart beat faster in an alarming way.
"Why do you hate me so much?" He asks in a soft tone which I never heard before.

"You know why."

"No I really don't."

"You really have the decency to ask Parker? What are you doing?" I gasp out when I feel his chest press up against me.
"I'm trying to get some more space in this closet." He says and I clearly hear the sarcasm drip of his voice.
The anger boils in my veins and before I can control my mind the words fall out of my mouth.
"You want to know why I hate you Parker? Because my whole time in this god forsaken school it was always you everyone was talking about. 'Oh Peter is so good at chemistry, Peter has a Stark internship, he's good at arts and science'. But art was my thing! The photography club was my thing! These are the things I am good at and even that you took away from me." The only thing I hear after my rant is my heavy breathing.

Peter doesn't say anything but I suddenly feel his warm hands place themselves on my cheeks and I let out a choked breath. "I didn't know you were feeling like this, believe me if I knew the things I did would have the opposite effect than from what I intended to reach I would've stopped." He whispers and I shake my head not understanding what he means.
"I was trying to get your attention. I'm not into arts or photography but in the classes we shared you didn't even notice me or talk to me, I thought if I'd be in one of our courses you enjoyed you'd think we have something in common. I'm sorry..Not only for making you feel like this but I'm sorry for this right now as well."
His thumb strokes my bottom lip and I'm more confused than ever.
He did this to catch my attention? That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard. And the cutest.
Just now I realized his last words.
"Wait what are you sorry for right no-" my question gets swallowed when he places his hot lips against mine.
At first my eyes widen and my whole body freezes but after a few seconds I close my eyes and let myself fall into this kiss.
His hands wander down and grip my waist while I place my hands around his strong neck.
I feel the cold door press against my back and I push myself against Peters warm body.
I open my mouth to intensify the kiss and my skin starts to tingle. I let my hands go through his soft curls and he lets out a low groan when I tug at them lightly.
Our lips part because we need the air but once we started it seems like we can't stop.
I place small kisses against his jaw and wander down his neck eliciting sounds from him that come from deep down his throat.
"I can't believe this is happening right now." He whispers and I shush him putting my finger against his lips.
"Less talking Parker and more kissing." I say and he doesn't let me when he pushes his lips back on mine.

It feels like I'm going to take off any second and fly into the sky because I'm feeling this elation.
Wait no I'm really falling.
The door behind my back disappears and Peter and I stumble out of the door.
We quickly get off the ground and I try to fix my hair as we stare into the shocked faces of our school mates.
"Penis Parker just got it in this closet!" Flash exclaims and everyone interrupts in cheers making my cheeks heat up.
I look at Peter beside me who gives me the same horrific look.
"Should we get back in there and hide?" He asks me jokingly and I grin up at him.
"Nothing better than that."