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'make peace with your broken peaces'
— Unknown

Your hands slipped yet again away from the waistband of your jeans, making your blood reach its boiling point. Everything you had done this evening had gone wrong so far: putting the hoover away, the chamber fell out and landed on your foot, your hoodie had a loose string inside which got caught around your finger and you almost lost it, your shoelaces were habitant they didn't want to come undone and your hair... Well, let's not even get started. You straightened it at least three times and yet still it didn't seem right.

You knew once were out of the house and some alcohol was running around your system, you would simmer down. But, until then, you were stuck being a moody bitch. You'd already, quite literally, thrown some light makeup on and some off socks as you were never bothered about pairing them. Now grabbing your shoes by the laces and swinging them over your shoulder, you hopped down the stairs almost breaking your ankles before moving to sit on the couch.

Sitting there, you came to realise that... You honestly couldn't be bothered about this party. But you were going anyway. Alone. With no friends, and would be like that for the majority of the night until you got so hammered you would probably fall into the pool and drown. It sounded good enough for you.

You tied your laces so tight you almost lost the circulation in your feet before having to undo and retie them, this time actually locking the door as you left. Now it was a three-mile walk past campus to Chloe's house because of course, she was too 'rich' to be sat in an apartment like all the peasants, such as yourself, to take part in a party which baring in mind you weren't even invited to, the whole dreading you would run into either your brother, Peter or even Kyle again. You really did seem to love torturing yourself.

The balls of your feet were aching as you finally reached her drive, making the treck to the front door which was of course already open. To your surprise, the party was already kicking off and it was only half seven. Yes, it had taken you an hour to get there because you were a slow walker and quite frankly came to admit that you were more fascinated than intended by a squirrel running up a park bench.

Upon arriving you firstly noticed Hannah and Greg, tongues down each other's throats as they made out on the front end of a car, then Jo and Jacob, throwing toilet paper at one another, and then... Your brother. Standing alone at the front door like the little introvert he was a drink in hand and not commuting to any conversation. That was your brother.

He came to notice you approaching him and began walking over, a smile on his face which reckoned to the fact that he would no longer be a loner.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" he asked as if surprised. You shrugged, "honestly, I don't know" you slipped the cup from his hand, downing the drink in one go. "Could ask you the same question"

"I came because Peter didn't wanna come alone. He ditched me ages ago though" he sighed, his posture slumping slightly. So, Peter actually decided to show up. "He said he was gonna come with you, though. How come he didn't end up asking?"

"Long story, who's he with now?" you asked, gesturing Ned to follow you as you both walked inside for another drink. Ned wasn't one for the alcohol, so the one you had managed to down was nowhere near strong enough.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you" Ned yelled over the music that was now feeding into your bloodstream, a tune you didn't exactly recognise but it had a nice beat to it. You frowned in confusion, finally reaching the bar where Chloe kept the stronger mixtures and began making a random drink. "Try me"

At those words, Ned began looking around before seeming to spot what he was searching for. He turned and tugged your arm forward slightly, pointing over the heads of some other students to see Peter... Standing right next to Chloe. Actually engaging in conversation with her.

"He's been with her all night" Ned sighed. You shook your head, sucking in your cheeks before looking down at your drink and chugging the purple coloured liquid.

"What happened to you and Betty?" you quizzed, dropping the cup down on the side and shaking a little, feeling the alcohol starting to kick in.

"She's sick, so I told her to stay home"

"Such a gentlemen" you teased, giving him a light poke. "Anyway's, I'm going to find myself some fun, see you later" you gave him a soft push on the shoulder before seeping out into the crowds of people on the dance floor. You were surprised at how much Chloe actually went all out at these parties, she had flashing lights, loud music, smoke and so many choices of alcohol.

You fed through the crowds before finding your spot on the dance floor, raising your arms and beginning to sway to the upbeat music, moving your feet and hips to the pounding beat running through your bloodstream. 

And that was when Peter caught sight of you.

It had been more than a weird night for him, as when he showed up he had only initially been here for you. But, after accidentally bumping into Chloe, his mind fell off balance and he was hooked. But, there wasn't that nervous feeling he always used to get, his cheeks remained a natural colour and his heart rate stayed the same. It was as though he had outgrown her.

But talking to her was the difficult part. He didn't share any inside jokes like he did with you, or laugh openly like he did when you were around. He felt uptight and uncomfortable. If anything he felt fake. So, seeing you out on the dance floor was almost his opportunity to break away, until he saw who was coming in through the shadows of the other teenage bodies.

Your body was spun around on your heels as a harsh hand gripped yours, locking fingers as your body came into contact with another.

"Well, well, look who came alone".

You looked up to see Kyle, of course, towering over you. You knew he wouldn't let this go, and now you felt more vulnerable than ever. You pulled your hand out of his grip, taking a couple of steps back.

"What do you want, creep?"

"That's no way to speak to a man, now is it?" he snarled, fingers digging into your waist as he pulled you closer to him. You let out a whimper of pain, but it was quickly drowned out by the music getting louder. Your hand was gripping his wrist, trying to push it down but he was only taking your skin with him. He was locked on you, and now you knew for sure you were in for it.

"Now shut up, behave and don't even think about trying to get out this" his words were harsh and they sent daggers passing through the pre-made holes in your heart. You'd heard rumours about this kind of thing happening, but you never thought it would be happening to you. There were so many people around you, why wasn't anyone looking? Why couldn't anyone see the pure distress in your eyes as he began to pull you away, out of view of the other people?

You were dragged to the back, out of the way of music and up the stairs, which was completely out of bounds. All the while you trailed up the steps, feet clashing together as your heart pounded against your chest. Your mind was racing, trying to think of a way to get out of this. This wasn't happening, right? Not to you... Right?

You were snapped back into reality as your back was slammed against the wall, making the paintings above your head shake on their strings. Kyles' hands were travelling fast, venturing up your jean leg and cupping your crotch, giving you nothing but fear instead of satisfaction. You were pushing hard but he was stronger than you. He had you completely pinned and there was nothing you could do.

Peter had discreetly followed you up to stairs, wanting to know what was going on. Admittedly, he was a little jealous you had moved on so quickly. Was this why you wanted to break things off?

But, his opinion was changed as he stopped at the top of the stairs, listening in. He could hear your heart pounding through his spidey-senses, which had been on high alert since he caught you on the dance floor. He could hear your breath getting heavy, and it wasn't from sexual desire. He knew what that sounded like. This was more panicked, it was quicker and sharper and not at all pleasing.

He had to peak, he had to. He needed to know if you were okay because starving his satisfaction would only drive him crazy. So, looking around the white stone wall, he saw you there: pinned against the wall as your head was turned to the side, eyes screwed shut as Kyle continued to kiss down the skin of your neck, hand firmly locked down your jeans. His heart jumped into his throat as his stomach fell through his dress pants, hands getting sweaty as his blood began to boil. No man had the right to do that to a woman, especially not to you.

"Hey!" Peter yelled down the hallway, fists clenching at his sides. He managed to catch the attention of both of you, your eyes opening and allowing the tears to spill as yours locked with Peters. Peter could almost see fireworks set off in your eyes as your cheeks lifted like he had somehow come to your rescue. "She ask you to do that?"

"She doesn't need to tell me what she wants, dork. Unlike you I know my woman, now fucking do one will you?" Kyle snarled, not bothering to keep his eyes on Peter as his lips fell back onto your neck.

"I'm not as stupid as you think I am, Kyle. Just let her go, man" Peter took a step forward, your pleading eyes drawing his confidence to the rim of his shell.

"Alright, you know what" Kyle snapped his hand away from your jeans and lips off of your neck as he stood back. His eyes pierced right through Peter, but he wasn't phased. He stood there, like the hero without the suit. "I'm gonna give you three seconds to get out of here or I'll knock your two front teeth in, get it, Parker?"

"Bring it, you sick bastard. You think I don't know what's going on here?" Peter challenged, continuing his steps forward towards Kyle, "she doesn't want you to do that to her, and you know that. But your hearts too fucking cold to even realise it. Oh yeah, and I was talking to Chloe earlier. Doesn't sound like you could pleasure her even if she was asking for it, what was it she called you? Something along the lines of Tiny dick?" he scoffed.

Kyle's hands were clenched so tight you could see the knuckles turning white. Your eyes were locked on Peter, moving with him as Kyle came up to take a right swing, which Peter quickly dodged and returned the offer, knocking him out cold.

You let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding as you watched Kyle fall to the ground. You flinched back as he rolled next to your feet, growing inhumanly close to the wall. Peter let out a breath, straightening his jacket before looking over at you.

"You okay?" he asked gently, stepping over Kyle's legs and reaching out for your hand. You pulled Peter into an immediate hug, wrapping your arms around his and burying your head in his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Peter, I'm sorry. I-I didn't know what else to do earlier, please don't leave me" you sobbed, like a complete emotional bitch. You felt Peter's arms come up to brace you in the dark of the hallway, his nose digging into the crook of your neck as you swayed there for a while.

"I'm not going anywhere, Y/N. I just... I don't want this to be over" he admitted, hands tightening around your jumper. You snivelled, "Me neither, Pete"

Peter loosened himself enough to come and face you, a small smile creeping onto his cheeks as he saw the smudged mascara under your eyes. He wiped it away gently with his thumb.

"Wanna get out of here, I don't really see the point in us staying...?" he sighed, looking down at Kyle who was still out cold on the floor. You nodded, eyes following the where he too, was looking, before wiping your cheeks with the corners of your sleeves turning them a tinted black. Peter shot you a smile, holding out his hand for you to take, which you followed too.

Thinking you were taking the stairs was a mistake, as Peter was quick to lead you down the hallway to the window seated at the end, his free hand unbuttoning his white shirt and throwing his tie to the ground, revealing the red and black spandex beneath it.

"New suit?" You snivelled, wiping your nose as he slipped open the window.

"Yeah, kinda needed a change" He chortled, "you like it?"

"It suits you" you nodded.

Once Peter was fully changed, you were standing the window cill, heart in your throat at you looked down to the ground. It was pretty high from where you were standing, and admittedly, you weren't one for heights.

"Ready?" Peter whispered, hand pressing against the small of your back. You took a deep breath, nodding. He was cautious to come closer to you, gently wrapping his arm around your waist and tucking his thumb into the under clad of your shirt in order to keep you secure while your arms embraced themselves around his neck.

He was so close. You could feel the butterflies filling your stomach space as the familiar scent of his cologne seduced you. You'd missed him, even if you were only apart for a short time. It was scary more than anything, as you couldn't bare to loose him.

Peter moved you back slightly to pull the mask over his face before re gripping onto you and pulled you closer. You swallowed as you looked down, seeing the crowds of kids gathered at the front door.

"Hopefully they'll blame this on a hangover" Peter chucked, seeing you looking down as a spite of anxiety filled your chest.

"Yeah" you agreed, hands digging to find some leverage of fabric to grab onto - unfortunately, his suit was skin tight.

Peter took a step forward, falling for a moment and your stomach flew up into your throat before you were jolted forward and up into the air. Your eyes shot closed as you felt your head rising, the dizziness becoming more prominent as you swung from lampposts and building tops. The vividness of the night was almost breathtaking, finally coming to open your eyes ever few seconds.

Eventually you made it back to your apartment, Peter landing hastily on your balcony. Your legs remained wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck as he stood there, one hand supporting you under your ass while the other pulled off his mask.

"Y-you can let go now" Peter smiled nervously and watched as you slowly opened your eyes. You nodded, dropping your feet slowly and finding the ground, dropped down back to the balls of your feet.

"Thanks" you smiled, rubbing your hands on the backs of your jeans. Peter shrugged it off' "it's no problem"

"You... You wanna come in?-"

"No"

You were taken back a little by the forwardness, even Peters eyes widened at the tone.

"N-No, I, I can't."

"Peter, please-" you moved forward, placing a hand on his shoulder, which he quickly shot back from.

"Y/N... I cant."

"Why?"

"Because I'm in love with you!" Peter yelled, throwing his mask down to his side. "I can't keep doing this! I'm playing with my own feelings messing around with you and knowing I can't have you is fucking- it's fucking me up!" His eye brows scrunched together, nose crumpling as he tried to stop the tears.

But everything he as saying, out loud, to you face was true.

"Tonight I realised for the first time that this whole time I've been giving my soul attention to Chloe it has always been you. Always, for as long as I can remember. I didn't stay with Chloe for tonight because if there is one person I wanna loose myself too it's you" Peters voice broke at the last syllable. His heart was melting out to you and all you did was stare.

Was this happening?

Was he really telling you this?

Was it true...

"Pete..." you whispered, eyes falling to the ground.

"Fuck- forget it" Peter sighed, throwing on his mask and turned his back.

"No, don't you dare!" You yelled, running to stand in front of him and grabbing his wrists tightly. Peter looked down at your through the white eyes of his mask, no emotions present. "Don't you dare leave on a note like that"

"Then tell me something to make me stay" he pushed back, words stinging your heart.

"Peter this isn't like you, you'd usually stay no matter what I-"

"Yeah well things have changed, Y/N. I have fallen down on my knees for you. Please if you don't feel the same just say so I can go" he sighed. Even though the fabric covered his face, you could surely make out those sad eyes and tears leaking out behind the material.

You were hesitant and still a moment, scared if you moved too quick he would move. But every bit of what he said matched yourself and you felt it. You'd only done the same and on the inside, were crying too.

Your hand approached his cheek slowly, slipping off the mask and dropping it to the ground. Peters eyes were red with gentle blemished decorating the small freckles coating his nose and cheeks. The under neath of his eyes were a pinky blush and his lips were dry. You were so close to him and you knew what you to do. Peter looked almost desperate, but the feeling that he wanted this... Made it all the more beneficial.

Your thumb pressed his cheek gently, bringing him down towards you. Your lips ghosted over his own, feeling the dampness of his cheeks radiating off of him. His hand rested against your hip, keeping you close in fear of loosing you as you finally closed the gap.

It was sealing and ending the deal as you kissed him, after everything that had happened.

Was this beginning of something new? Or the end of something that was worth keeping...

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I'm really sorry for not updating!! I've been away on holiday in Hawaii with some friends and are still there so that's why the end of the chapter is a little messed up! I'm absolutely exhausted 😩 never the less I love you all and will get back to updating as soon as I'm home! 💞 love you all and let me know your thoughts!!

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