Requested by VOIDSTILES34: Y/N goes to Peter's school, and is in a love triangle with him and another guy.

I stood at my locker, my hands shoving what I didn't need for first period into the metal box and filling it before class.

"Hey." My heart exploded into butterflies as he placed his hands on my waist, his chin also resting on my shoulder as he appeared behind me.

"Hey, Pete." I chuckled at my crush as I turned around in his arms.

"How's my favourite girl doing?" He smiled, making me playfully roll my eyes and shake my head as I rested my hands against his chest.

"You know that you shouldn't call me that." I teased.

"Why not? It's true." He continued flirting, making me chuckle and bite my lip as I looked into his gorgeous eyes.

"Hey, listen, I wondered if you wanted to come over after school and study for the Spanish test. And then, I don't know, watch a movie or something." He shrugged, his gaze flicking between my eyes and lips and his hands gently massaging my waist as he looked at me. My smile dipped and my eyes wavered slightly at his words.

"Fuck, um...I'd love to, Pete, I really would, but I actually already agreed to study with-."

"You want to get your hands off of my girl, Parker?" We both looked to the side, Peter's smile dipping as Brad walked towards us.

"She's not your girl, Brad." Peter nodded, making me gulp as I looked between them.

"Not yet, anyway. Isn't that right, babe?" Brad smiled, making Peter clench his jaw as Brad looked at me.

"Let's not jump to any conclusions yet, I still don't know." I chuckled awkwardly and shook my head, making Peter sigh and look at me. Peter and I had been best friends since he had moved in with his aunt and uncle just down the hallway from where I lived with my parents. We had clicked immediately, Peter never failing to make me laugh and feel loved whenever we hung out, which was a lot. Of course my feelings had always run deeper for the boy, my mind wanting a full relationship with him, not just best friendship. Though, he had never given me any hints to suggest that he felt the same up until about six months ago, and so I had never acted on it before that time. The problem was that, whilst six months ago marked when Peter started to imply that he liked me back...it also marked when Brad had transferred to our school. Brad was the complete opposite of Peter, the black-haired boy being an extremely confident and popular jock who just got on with everyone. Which was why I'd been so confused, and flattered, when he'd taken a liking to me. I had started to reciprocate those feelings, which was when things started to get complicated, because my feelings for Peter hadn't gone away, or even shrunk at all in response to me also developing a slight crush on Brad. And so I was currently in a love triangle, with my best friend and the school's popular boy both competing for a relationship with me. And I still had no idea who I wanted more, despite the fact that I had been in this position for the last few months. I. Was. Fucked.

"Are we still on for tonight, babe?" Brad asked as he got closer to us. I gulped and bit my lip as I looked up at Peter. He returned the look with his chocolate eyes filled with hope. Hope that I'd cancel on Brad and instead study with him, maybe. And that broke my fucking heart.

"Um...y-yeah, we're still on for tonight." I nodded as I looked back at him, Peter's eyes wavering and his arms slowly uncurling from my waist as I spoke. My heart hurt at the action, but at the end of the day, that was my fault. My own fault for hurting Peter by still not having made a decision.

"I'll see you later, yeah? I'm definitely on for studying and a movie tomorrow night or something." I smiled and nodded at Peter. He returned it, though I could tell that his smile was forced as I started to head towards Brad to walk to our first class, and Peter started to turn in the direction of his.

"Yeah. Sounds good." He spoke, our hands brushing each other for a second before we turned away. I gulped and gave Brad a small smile, the boy returning it as we started to head to our class, and Peter went to his. Though, I had to admit that in the moment, all I wanted was for Brad to magically turn into Peter. That was all that I wanted.

Brad and I sat on his bed, our books on our laps and sheets of work all around us as we studied. Well, I was studying, Brad was practically eye-fucking me every minute or so. Normally my heart would be fluttering at the attention from the boy, but after what had happened today with Peter, and how I had felt sadder to have let him go over happy to have gone with Brad afterwards, I was starting to doubt why I was here, and even my feelings for Brad. Though, I wasn't about to do anything rash, and so, we'd study.

"Babe, I'm getting bored." Brad chuckled and shook his head as he looked up at me.

"Brad, come on, we've been studying for five minutes. You especially need to do at least another half an hour if you're going to pass this test." I returned the chuckle.

"Or, we could study something else." He nodded, making me look up at him as he started to move all of the work off of his bed before grabbing my book too.

"Brad-like what?" I sighed and shook my head in exacerbation for his lack of attention span.

"Like...biology?" He suggested, making me raise an eyebrow at him as he moved closer, and a smirk curled onto his lips.

"We don't have a biology test, though." I teased with a shake of my head, the light humour to cover up the fact that whilst yes, I liked him, I had no intention of doing anything like what he was suggesting with him.

"So?" He smirked, making me sigh as he cupped my cheek and pulled me to him. He pressed our lips together, my eyes fluttering shut as I returned the kiss. I raised my hand to his face, his hand moving to my waist as we kissed. But something felt...off. Something about how his lips were pressed to mine, about the way that his hand was holding my waist, something about the way that his skin felt underneath my hand, all of it just felt wrong. And then I realised why. My eyes shot open, my heart leaping in my chest as it all clicked. His lips felt off because they were too full, they weren't thin and perfect. His hand holding my waist felt wrong because of how harshly he was holding it, instead of letting it glide over my curves. His face felt wrong because I couldn't feel the tickle of his curls when I moved my hand around to the back of his neck. It all felt wrong...because he wasn't Peter. And that was who I wanted, who I'd probably subconsciously wanted all along. Peter. I broke the kiss and looked down, making Brad look at me.

"Come on, baby, don't stop now." He smirked as he leant forward to reignite the kiss, but I leant back and put a hand on his chest to stop him.

"I, no, I'm sorry, I-I can't do this." I gulped and shook my head as I looked at him. His eyebrows furrowed, his smile dipping as he pulled away to properly look at me.

"What do you mean that you can't do this? Can't have sex with me?" He scoffed.

"No, I... I can't do any of it with you, I-I'm so sorry." I choked and shook my head. His eyes widened, another scoff leaving his lips as he sat back and shook his head.

"I get it. You're picking your loser, nerdy-as-fuck, nobody best friend over me. How does a guy like me, a guy who has it all, lose to him, huh?" He spat. My eyes widened, my mouth falling over at his reaction. Brad had been nothing but nice to me since we'd met, and so I was somewhat shocked that this was how he was choosing to react.

"This reaction, for starters-."

"No, don't do that, Y/N, don't make me out to be the asshole, you've just played me for six months." he snapped. My eyes widened further.

"Brad, you knew that I liked Peter too. You knew that I also had feelings for Peter, that when I eventually chose one of you, he had just as much chance of getting picked as you did. So, don't sit here and act like you've been under the impression for half a year that I liked you and only you, and that there was nobody else. I get why you're upset that maybe it took me this long to pick, and I'm so sorry for that, but you knew that I didn't just like you." I shook my head.

"Yeah, whatever. Go have fucking nerd sex or some shit with Parker, I don't give a fuck anymore." He mumbled and shook his head as he looked anywhere but me. I scoffed and returned the head shake, my heart now knowing for certain that I'd picked the right boy given purely how he was reacting. He refused to look at me as I stood up and shoved all of my stuff into my bag.

"See you around, Brad." I mumbled, my words not getting a response as I headed out of his room and out of his house.

I stood in front of Peter's apartment door, my heart in my throat as my closed fist hovered only an inch away from the wood. I had been standing like this for five minutes, my brain desperately trying to force myself to knock, but my hand not obeying the simple instruction. I had no idea why I was so scared. After all, I knew that Peter liked me back, and that once I told him that I'd chosen him, that we could have a happy relationship together. But after how Brad had reacted, I had been thinking on my way over to Peter. I knew that Peter would be a lot kinder than Brad would be, but the asshole had had a point about me stringing him along. Sure, both of them knew that I'd have feelings for someone else as well as them, but ultimately both of them had waited six months for one of their hearts to get broken. Yes, I was choosing Peter, but what if he was also mad at me for doing that? For accidentally leading Brad on? There was only one way to find out. I took a deep breath before my fist finally collided with the door to gently knock against it. My heart pounded in my chest, the feeling making me feel sick as I heard shuffling. After a moment, it opened to reveal Peter, the boy's eyes wavering as he saw me.

"H-hey, Y/N...are you okay? I thought that you were meant to be studying with Brad tonight." He gulped. I returned it and bit my lip.

"Can I come in? We, um, we need to talk." I nodded. His eyes wavered again, anxiety creeping into his beautiful chocolate gaze as he returned my nod and stepped to the side. I gave him a thankful smile as I slipped past him and went to sit on the sofa as he shut the door. I shrugged my coat off and got comfortable as he came and sat down next to me.

"So...what did you want to talk to me about?" He gulped as we sat facing each other on the sofa. I took a deep breath and looked at him.

"When Brad and I were studying, he clearly wanted to initiate more. We didn't do anything, but...well...he kissed me." I admitted. Peter's eyes wavered and he looked down, my heart breaking at the fact that he was clearly trying not to cry.

"So, um...what, you came here to tell me that you pick him?" He chuckled falsely and sniffed as he looked back up at me with reddening eyes. I bit my lip and shook my head.

"The opposite, actually. I pick you." I admitted. His eyes widened.

"What?" He scoffed as he scooted slightly closer to me. I nodded and bit my lip again.

"He kissed me, and the first thought in my head was that it felt all wrong. Everything about it felt just wrong. His lips, his hand, his face, everything. And, I-I realised that it felt wrong, because it was meant to be you. Because I wanted it to be you who I was kissing." I confessed. Peter stared at me with wide eyes, the boy's mouth hanging open as he clearly tried to process what I was saying. I gulped harshly and returned the stare, my heartbeat deafening in my ears as I tried to work out what he was thinking.

"You were kissing Brad...and wanted it to be me...you were kissing him, popular high-school jock dreamboat, and you wanted him...to turn into...me?" He asked quietly.

"Peter, I don't care that he's all of those things. I don't see him like that, and I don't see you as the loser nerd that he thinks that you are. I saw him as someone who could make me laugh occasionally, and who was kind of cute, but then he was a complete asshole about me choosing you, so now that's all I see him as. But you...you've always been my Peter. You've always been the sweetest, kindest, smartest, most caring person that I've ever known. You never fail to make me laugh, to make me cry happy tears, to make me feel loved and cared for. But most importantly, if I'd have picked Brad, you never would have reacted in the way that he did. And that's the most important thing because that's you. You're my Peter. So, if you'll have me, I pick you." I choked and shook my head.

"Are you crazy? Of course I'll have you." He scoffed, making me laugh as he took my face and gently pressed our lips together. I smiled into it as my eyes fluttered shut, my hands raising to his face as his hands moved to hold my waist. And this time, just like I knew that it would, it felt fucking perfect. His lips felt beautifully thin against mine, his hand holding me with love and passion instead of lust as his curls tickled my fingertips. It was perfect, and was more than enough to confirm that I'd made the right decision. I broke the kiss but kept my lips hovering over his as we looked at each other.

"Yeah. That feels right." I nodded, making him smile and shake his head as he pressed our foreheads together.

"Yeah. It really does." He smiled, making me return it and bite my lip before leaning in and kissing him gently again. With every touch of our lips, I got more confident in the decision that I'd made. Peter felt perfect kissing me, better than Brad ever possibly could. Peter was my one, my decision, and I couldn't be happier with that if I tried.