Little Do You Know-Spideypool

Chapter Nine

Sorry it's short!

*The Following Saturday*
Wade POV

"You're a fine dancer, sir." I say with a giggle as he dips me into my car.
"Hey." He says, and I look at him. "I had a lot of fun tonight. But if this-" he gestured between us. "Is going to work? You can't be killing people on the weekends."
"If I promise not to kill people?"
"Then I think this could go somewhere." He winks at me. "I like spending time with you."
"I like you too." I lie. "So I won't kill anyone else." The truth.
"Can I give you a kiss?" Somehow the man thinks he can top me. I guess I'm gonna let him keep thinking that. I don't have the energy anymore.
"Yes." He does and I feel nothing, though obviously he does.
"That was nice." He says.
"Mmm."
"I'll call you?" He offers.
"That'd be good." I say with a foax
smile. "Goodnight Stanley."
"Goodnight Wade."
As I drive away I see him watching me in his rear view mirror.
Why are you doing this to yourself?
"What choice do I have?"
Every choice. You have literally every choice.
Why did you make the stupidest one?
"Stanley is nice, a perfect gentleman, fairly attractive, he doesn't care about my scars, and he has a good job. He's the perfect man for me right now!"
What happens when Peter wakes up?
"Then I will pay for his rehab anonymously and we will both continue our lives..." I sigh, trying to hold in my tears. "It's better for both of us if he forgets me."
Why? You did nothing wrong?
"But I will!" I cry. "If he wakes up and realizes that I wasn't there when he-" my voice breaks but I don't let it. "He'll hate me."
Your logic is stupid and makes no sense.
Because he's made such good choices in the past? Listen, Wade, if you want to give up the only person to fully love you because he was in an accident that was completely unrelated to you, go ahead. We can't stop you. But at least make it easier on yourself!
All this crying is giving me a headache...
"Sorry. I won't cry anymore."
Liar.
Can't we be nice to him for once?
Uh, no? It's our job to be bitches, remember?
"Shut up, please." They don't say another word, and I head home in silence.