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You had been trying to get a hold Peter for the past three hours with no prevail, since he failed to show up to study at your house at 7. You were getting increasingly worried and upset as time passed and it got closer to 9 p.m. this being the 5th time he’s cancelled this month alone. You decided to text him one last time before angrily sitting down to your homework done. Stupid Peter not answering my texts. I can do this on my own.
Y/N: Peter, you asshole, you better be okay. I’ve given up on trying to get a hold of you. See you tomorrow.
Y/N: If you’re still alive.
Satisfied with those texts, you turned to your homework, grumbling at the amount you had to get done tonight and settled down to get as much of it down before you couldn’t continue any longer.
Hoping to get it done before twelve, you sat down at your desk and submersed yourself into your work not noticing time passing until you looked up after finishing to find that it was four in the morning. You groaned, realizing that you had to be up in two hours to get ready for school. Shutting your laptop down and crawling into bed, you barely had enough energy to turn off the light before crashing.
Waking up to your alarm blaring so soon after falling asleep made you want to cry and, having to fight to stay up and get through you morning routine, you moved like the walking dead. Therefore, almost missing the train you took to get to Midtown. Thankfully, there was an empty seat and you flopped into it, deciding you would rest your eyes for a minute or two… When you were startled awake by a hand nudging you; blinking up at a middle aged woman that stood in front of you.
“Hello? Sorry about that, but I figured you didn’t want to miss your stop. So I thought I’d wake you up.”
Processing what she said, you jerk up, “Shit! How long was I asleep?”
Staring at her with a panicked expression, you stand up and look at your watch, trying not to show just how much you were starting to freak out.
“Oh, honey, it’s alright! We haven’t stopped at all since you got on. You’ve been out for about five minutes at the most.” She assures you; causing you to deflate with relief.
Thank God you sit down as the train makes a stop at a station; the woman giving you a kind smile before moving to get off the train.
“Wait!” you call out to her in hopes that shell turn around. “I’m sorry for not saying anything, I’m exhausted. But, thank you so much for doing that.”
“It’s no problem, I know I wouldn’t be too happy if I had slept through my stop before going to school.” She gave you one last smile before walking off the train. You slumped into your seat and forced yourself to stay awake for the rest of the way, not wanting to make the day worse than it was starting out to be.
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20 minutes later you were at your locker getting the books you needed for the day when you saw someone lean against a locker next to you. Being as exhausted as you were, it took you a minute to react, and when you did you jumped a little before rolling your eyes looking over to find Peter looking at you with wide, guilt ridden, eyes. You turned back to your locker to continue searching for your science book.
“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” you ask, “because I sure as fuck didn’t. I waited for my best friend for 3 damn hours before staying up until four in the morning, trying to get all my homework done. Without getting a single fucking text from said friend to let me know he was okay.”
You see Peter wince out of the corner of your eye, but you were too tired to give a shit.
“Y/N-“
“No. we’ll talk about this later. I gotta get to class.” With that, you leave Peters pouting face behind as you head to your first class, not even angry, just disappointed in both yourself and Peter.
Getting to your first class of the day, AP English, you looked for a seat in the back so you’d be able to take a nap, and did a little happy dance in your head when there was an empty seat. Making your way over to it, you missed Flash sticking his leg out in front of you, causing you to trip and fall to the ground. You groaned as you got up, the sound of laughter reaching your ears and you looked around to find the entire class staring at you. Your face flushed in embarrassment as you sat down in your seat.
After that, your day was long and painful. The only thing that got you through the day was the fact that it was Friday and you would have the whole weekend to sleep. Most of the teachers seemed to have it out for you and kept calling on you for answers to questions you couldn’t think of the answer to. Biology had you feeling more exhausted than usual and you couldn’t help but fall asleep; making you extremely angry when the bell woke you up and you didn’t have any notes for the class. So, you forced yourself to stay awake for the rest of school hours. Even going so far as to ask Michelle to keep you awake in the classes you shared during lunch, which was thankfully most of the classes you had left. Plus you had Peter on your back constantly trying to talk to you about the night before, to which you successfully ignored for most of the day, until school lets out and you’re walking to the subway to catch the train back to your place.
“Y/N! Wait!”
You sigh and turn around, watching as Peter runs towards you, hair flopping with each step.
“Alrighty Pete, now that I don’t have to focus to paying attention to teachers and school, you can now tell me why you ignored my calls and texts and bailed on our study session.” You raise an eyebrow and stare at him expectantly.
Peter looks surprised for a second before saying, “Um, Well you see, I had the Stark internship, and them I had to get some stuff for Aunt May from the store and just lost track of time. I’m really sorry Y/N.”
“And you couldn’t text me to let me know you had the internship?” You roll your eyes, “You know when your phone buzzes; it means I’m trying to talk to you, right? I spent three hours trying to get a hold of you, Peter! I’m getting sick of you continuing to either cancel or bail last minute when we have plans. If you don’t want to fucking hang out anymore just fucking tell me.” you huff, glaring at Peter.
Your heart panics a bit at the thought that he might not want to hangout out with you, but you tell it to shut up, focusing on Peter as he fumbles for a response.
“What? No, Y/N! I-I love hanging out with you! I’ve just got the Stark Internship…it’s just a bit hectic at times.” He gives you that doe eyed look that always manages to melt your heart.
You sigh, “Fine. Prove it. Come over to my apartment and stay for the weekend.” You give him a look and add, “Like we used to.”
Peter winces, and starts fidgeting. After a while of Peter not giving you an answer, you shake your head in disappointment and go to turn around, but you’re stopped by Peter’s hand on your arm, yanking you back; spinning you around.
“I’ll do it. Just let me go by my place to get stuff I’ll need, alright?” Peter says, giving you a pleading look, “you can even come with me.”
You feel your lips grow into a small smile, “Nah, that’s alright. I’ll see you at my place at 4?” you ask, hoping to get a nap in before he comes over.
“Sounds perfect.”
With that settled, you and Peter walked together to the train station talking about your day as you waited for the next train to get there. When the train got there you guys got on and continued talking about whatever came to mind, until you came to your stop and had to get off.
You point at Peter and say, “Remember Parker. My house: 4 o’clock.”
He smiles, “I know, I’ll be there on time. I promise.”
You give him a quick smile before you step off the train and head home.
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When you get home you head straight for your bed and flop down on top of the covers. It takes you about 10 minutes to fall asleep and you don’t wake up until you feel someone shake your shoulder. You groggily look over to see your mom standing over you.
“It’s time to get up, Honey, dinner’s ready.”
You look at the clock, and you shot up when you saw that it was 7:30. You look at your mom who’s looking at you with a confused look, so you asked her, “Is Peter here? We planned on him staying here for the weekend and he was supposed to get here at 4.”
She shakes her head and says, “No, he’s not here. Has he texted you at all? Maybe something came up.”
Glancing at your phone you close your eyes as tears threaten to fall.
“No. he hasn’t tried to get a hold of me.”
Your mom, hating to see you in pain, sits down on your bed and pulls you into her arms as you try to hold it a back, despite the lump in your throat and the tears still gathering in the corners of your eyes.
You clear your throat and lean back, wiping your eyes, moving to get off the bed.
“Thanks, Mom. Let’s go eat, yeah?”
She gives you a look before turning to leave with an okay leaving her lips as she turns the corner. You pinch your nose and decide that you’ll talk to Peter after dinner. Not that you’ll be able to eat a lot with the butterflies that were flying around your stomach with what you’re going to tell Peter.
At dinner you were quiet as you picked at your food, and after a while of you doing that, you’re mom spoke up, “Y/N, you can be excused if you’re not going to eat. Go talk to Peter.”
By the time she said that, it was 8 o’clock, so you give her a grateful look and get up to go back to your room, wanting as much privacy as possible you picked up your phone and went outside onto the fire escape and called Peter. It took a while for him to answer but when he did, he sounded out of breath and panicked, “Y/N I am so sorry. I swear to god, I was on my away, but I had to do something for Mr.Stark. Please, I’m on my way. Forgive me.” he pleads.
“Oh, what a shocker, you have an excuse.” You roll your eyes before continuing, “Just go home. I’m really tired anyway and I’m sure I’ll be a total bore. I’ll see you on Monday.” You look down at you lap, “don’t know why I even tried.” You mumble as you feel that lump in your throat again.
“But, Y/N-”
“No, Peter. This is now the sixth time you’ve bailed on me this month. I’m tired of it, okay? You promised you’d be here and then you broke that promise. I’m done. I’m done with being the only one in this friendship who gives a damn anymore.” Your voice breaks a little and you clear your throat, once again, fighting back tears.
You hear Peter sniff and realize he’s crying, in turn making the tears fall down your face and you wrap your arm around your legs in an attempt to hold yourself together.
“Y/N, p-please. The Stark internship g-got in the way. I was on my way when something came up.”
“You know, Peter, I don’t believe you. A normal internship doesn’t take up as much time as this “stark internship” does. So I don’t fucking believe you. Talk to me when you just tell me the goddamn truth.” You let out a sob as you hang up, and put your head back against the well as tears stream down your face.
You didn’t think it would it this much to tell him off and not talk to him, but it felt like your heart had torn in half. You sat out there on the fire escape for what felt like hours thinking about Peter, until your mom stuck her head out telling you she was going to bed, takes one look at you and goes to get out and sit with you, but you tell her, “Mom, it’s okay. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
“Alright, sweetheart. I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
You watch as she disappears from view before looking down at your phone to see that Peter called you five times and texted ten times within the two hours that you had apparently been sitting out here.
You groan and move to get up and go to bed yourself when you see something moving out of the corner of your eye.
“What the fuck?”
Your jaw drops as that something lands in front of you.
“Spider-man?”