Peter Parker Imagines

Run While You Still Can (3)

A/N: last part

You silently sobbed in your room, engulfed in your blankets. You had never felt this much pain before, heartbreak was even worse then getting shot. You absolutely hated yourself for getting close with Peter, and for not telling him your identity, or for agreeing to go on a mission with him. But, if you had just stayed in the infirmary room, none of this would've happened. You let out another wrenching sob, holding your chest, almost like holding your heart.

Your parents made you go to school the day after Peter dumped you and you got shot. Of course you didn't tell them about your side, but the pain was almost too much to handle that you almost did let your biggest secret spill.

You limped down the hallways and to your locker slowly, clutching your side and wincing. The pain killers hadn't kicked in yet, and it was practically unbearable, but you were forced to push through. You stopped at your locker, practically throwing yourself against it. You gasped in pain, leaning heavily against it.

Ned was walking down the hallway trying to find his locker when he saw you. He scurried over to you, grabbing onto your shoulders firmly. "Hey, bud. You okay?" You nodded shakily, still staring at the scratched blue locker in front of you.

"Peter told me what happened." Ned whispered, staring at you with wide eyes, wondering if he should've even said that. "Of course he did." You mumbled, yanking yourself from your locker so you could open it. Your fingers fumbled, and you turned the knob past the 5.

You sighed and dropped your hand, feeling tears coming on. Today was going to be harder then you expected.

"He made a mistake, you know. He'll come back around." Ned tried to console you, but you shook your head. "He won't come back." You whispered, then tried to unlock the lock again. You finally got your combination right and opened your locker. You sighed, looking down at the books at the bottom of it.

"I'll get them." Ned quickly said swooped in, crouching and grabbing them for you. You shut your locker while muttering a thank you and turned to him. "He's not gonna come back, Ned. He made his choice, and I have to respect that."

Ned just looked at you sadly. He didn't even want to think about how much pain he knew you were in, both physically and mentally. You shook your head lightly, hair falling in front of your face. "I gotta go, see you around." You took your books and began to walk.

Peter saw you coming down the hallway and moved his eyes down to the floor, but couldn't help but sneak a glance at you. He instantly shuffled over when he noticed you limping badly and slowly.

He wordlessly took your books and began to walk to your first period class, chemistry. You scowled and tried to walk faster to catch up with him. You yanked the books out of his hands while hissing, "I can do it myself."

Peter watched you walk away.

+

Three days went by, and you didn't feel any better, not at all. You were slumping through the hallways, willing the school day to go by faster. When you got home, you fell onto your bed and laid there, staring up at the ceiling. There were no more tears left to cry, so you laid there. Since you couldn't cry anymore, you sang sad songs softly.

"I see you at a party and you look the same, I could take you back but people don't ever change, wish that we could go back in time, and I'd be the one you thought you'd find, love isn't all that it seems I did you wrong, I'll stay here with you until this dream is gone, I've been sleepwalking, been wandering all night, trying to take what's lost and broke and make it right, I've been sleepwalking, too close to the fire, but it's the only place that I can hold you tight, in this burning house—"