"We won! We actually won again!" Ned cheers on the way back to the motel.
Midtown Tech managed to take the title for the second consecutive year. It was boring, if you ask me. Everyone was nervous, shaking hands, chattering teeth and all. The only ones who weren't consisted of me, MJ and even Peter a little. His mind was somewhere else but then again, so is mine. He won it for us and he seemed to do it effortlessly.
"Pool party!" Flash shouts out and I roll my eyes.
Everybody runs up to their rooms to change into bathers or whatnot, leaving Peter and I alone. "Good job today," I tell him.
He giggles, "um, thanks..." His voice displays a lot of uncertainty and awkwardness for reasons that are clear.
"About yesterday, I--"
He cuts me off, "---it's okay. I understand. You just... you know where my feelings lie so you know that to me, it felt off."
I see how it is.
My heart pangs at what he says and every part of me feels completely and utterly broken by his words.
Because I was the one who couldn't pull away from the kiss and it was off?!
And... I'm being petty for no reason again.
"Yeah. Right," I mutter.
"You going to the pool?" he asks.
I shrug limply, "I guess."
So here I am, dangling my legs in the water and continuing to read my novel, ignoring the celebrations and hubbub from everybody else. The couple in the novel have just kissed for the first time and fireworks are going off and it's the cheesiest and cliché thing I've ever read. But if anyone is a sucker for romantic clichés, it is definitely me. And a truth or dare kiss as a first kiss is pretty cliché if you ask me.
Yes, it was my first kiss. Yes, I was hoping that maybe my first would've been more romantic. No, I don't want to change it. He didn't pull away and even if it was off, it didn't feel off to me and those are the facts.
Someone splashes water at me and I snap my head towards them, shooting bullets. Flash, of course. I stare down at my novel in shock as the ink begins to run down the page and at my good t-shirt, which is now completely soaked.
He is dead to me.
—Peter Parker + Ned Leeds
It had been one minute, forty two seconds and counting. Both Peter and Ned were still silently staring at you, completely shocked. “Uhhh, guys?” You asked, waving a hand in front of their faces. “You’re–you’re y/n Stark? How did–how did we never make that connection? What–“ Ned spluttered.
“You’re joking right? She’s not joking is she?” Peter asked, stepping backwards towards his desk. “Nope, not joking. Don’t tell anyone or I might have to change schools, okay? Please.”
“Why don’t you–“
“Because I wanted to make some real friends, people who know me as a person and not just someone with a rich dad.”
“But, you’re like the most famous teenager in America! How did you manage to keep it a secret?” Peter wanted to know.
“Super spy skills.”
“Really?” Ned’s eyes got really big, like a kid in a candy shop.
“Nah. Well, maybe,” you considered. “I did have some super spies helping me,” you joked.
“So what do we even talk about after those shocking secrets were revealed?” Ned grinned.
Peter’s Aunt May chose that moment to walk into the room. Fortunately, Peter had put a sweatshirt and some pants over his suit. “That turkey meatloaf recipe was a disaster,” May laughed. “Let’s go to dinner. Thai? Ned, Y/n, want Thai?”
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