▻ word count: 504
▻ title: hate to see your heart break

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Maybe you were in the wrong for saying yes to going on a date with Flash Thompson. One date turned into two, than two into three. As soon as you two had reached 'label status,' as said by Flash, it became official.

Peter was happy for you, truly. But something told him that something was wrong with the picture. Flash had one arm wrapped around your shoulders, but yours were locked at your side. A smile was on his face, but yours was blank. Something was wrong.

Being his curious self, he trotted over to where you two were standing, avoiding the gaze of the whole lunchroom. "Can I borrow y/n for a second? I need her ideas on our science project."

Flash rolled his eyes, pulling his arm back from around your shoulder. A smile lightly fell on your face, standing up and following Peter into the semi-empty hallway. As soon as he had you alone, his smile disappeared, a serious expression now filling the spot.

"Are you okay? Flash isn't hurting you or anything?" He asked, placing his hands on your shoulders. Instead of saying a word, you shrugged, not really knowing how to reply to him. "Oh my God are you serious?! I'm going to go beat his aー"

"No, oh God no, not like that, Peter," you grabbed his arm, preventing him from beating up Flash, despite your mind telling you to let him.

"Then could you explain what you mean, because I don't think I follow..." he trailed off, his face twisted in confusion.

You sighed, knowing that if you brushed it off, Peter would keep bugging you about it. So, you plainly blurted it out, thinking it sounded crazy when you said it. "I saw him kissing another girl on Friday at a party."

Peter looked around the hallway for a minute, searching for any sight of life. When he saw that no one was in the hallway, he grabbed your hand and started to head for the janitor's closet. when you got in, he flipped on the light switch, both of you squinting and waiting for your eyes to adjust to the bright light. He motioned for you to continue.

"He basically cheated on me, that's what I'm saying." You shrugged again, not knowing what else to say before you started breaking down again.

"We should get him back, for real. Meet me at my house around five. I caー"

You could hear Flash's voice echo through the hallway, calling out your name. "Hide, quick." You whispered, pushing Peter to the back of the closet.

"I don't know where you want me to go, it's a janitor's closet!" He yelled back, keeping his voice below a whisper. You put your hand over his mouth, hoping that maybe he wouldn't hear you.

"Someone said they saw you go into the closet?" Flash asked. You could barely make out his shadow through the door.

"Shit."