tom holland oneshots

the other side

warnings : cursing, arguments, crying, drugs, injury (bullying)

summary : reader falls into the wrong crowd after losing her friendship with peter

word count : 2600

(requested) this is a hypothetical part two to "leaving," but both can be stand alone pieces -- you don't need to read one to understand the other. 

this is dark!reader x peter parker

tbhhhhh i feel like this went super off-topic from what u requested & ur prolly gonna hate it, but here it is anyways :-(-:

There was no mercy when it came to heartbreak. Most people would wallow away in their rooms and cry for days before deciding to do something for themselves, before getting up and doing their very best in moving on and in being a better person, in growing from what life threw at them. 

But not you. No, you were always the odd one out, so what made this different? Peter, that's what. One minute you two were just hanging out -- like you used to do -- and then you were screaming at each other, each of you trying to overpower the other, until eventually his voice cracked and your tears fell, and he left you. Sure, Peter would be late, maybe even prioritize things before you, but he always came back; he always showed up. This time, though, the ice had cracked and it was over. Part of you always knew he'd never choose you over his girlfriend (a short term one, at that, because they broke up not a week after your falling out with Peter), but that didn't make it hurt any less. Maybe that was what was different about you: you always had hope, even when there was no reason to. 

Which is what made your change surprising, not only to your mother, but to your classmates and even your teachers. About a week after your ended friendship with Peter, and you weren't getting any better. Sleeping was pointless, though you only made the process more difficult. You refused to even try. Eventually, you stopped hanging out with MJ altogether, knowing the tension would be weird since her and Peter were friends too. And after that, everything else went downhill. 

You were failing classes faster than you were learning new things. Eventually, you just dropped out of your A.P. classes. When you didn't show up to chemistry, MJ and Peter both knew something was definitely up, but neither could do anything seeing as you hadn't let them in again. 

And since you didn't hang out with MJ or Ned or Peter anymore, you started eating lunch outside, alone. And that's where you met Rebecca and Jaxson. Rebecca had a full head of neon green hair, her left eyebrow slit and the other pierced. Jaxson wore thick, black boots, and he, despite being a minor, already had three tattoos. They introduced you to the wonderful things known as drugs, as well as the rest of their friends. The group was different, and most definitely didn't give a fuck about who they hurt. 

And you wanted to be just like them. 

Rebecca and you were tight; you were close, and despite what the school and your classmates thought about the wild group, they were actually very loyal. "Bitches before asshats," Delaney had said. Your mom didn't approve, because judging people upon first glance was anyone's initial reaction to meeting someone new. 

Despite what people thought about them, they were actually quite smart. Intelligent, maybe not (with the exception of Trice, the toughest black kid you had ever seen), but smart, they were. They weren't behind on their studies, and two of them even took A.P. classes. Midtown was full of geniuses, and these people weren't that far off from everyone else. 

Minus the drugs and the smoking and the drinking and the sex. Oh, and the bullying. 

When you were first introduced to the rest of the 'wild group,' some of them recognized you as the-girl-who-was-friends-with-that-nerd-they-used-to-tease-in-the-locker-rooms. Surprised, and still freshly wounded from losing Peter, you scoffed and told them that "Peter Parker could go fuck himself."