Spider-Man Imagines I

I Would Never Lie To You, Peter (Part Two) | Peter Parker [TH]

He was sitting behind you in English class. His fingers drummed endlessly against the desk as he stared helpless daggers at the back of your head.

You felt every moment of it, but believed that he would stop at some point. He would get distracted with something else like he always did.

Towards the end of class, the teacher instructed that everyone get ahead in their reading of Hamlet. You opened your copy and settled in your seat, trying to focus on translating the Shakespearean to English in your head.

Your phone buzzed. You were too curious to ignore it. Silently, you pulled it out of your purse and clicked the screen on.

text from: Peter

What can I do to get you to hear me out?

Risking one glance at the teacher that was settled in her desk, you pulled up the keypad and began to type.

maybe try telling me why you ditched me five times this month

You heard his phone buzz with the reply. It took him a few minutes before he answered; you managed to get through Hamlet's entire rant to his mother - including the murder of his soon-to-be father in law before your phone vibrated.

text from: Peter

Okay. Can you meet me on the football field?

Your eyebrows immediately furrowed. Peter on the football field? Absolutely unheard of. Still, you sent back a quick okay and then returned your attention back to Hamlet's depressing adventures before the bell rang.

The rest of the school day went by slowly. You sat by Michelle at lunch. Although Peter was at the end of the same table, he had never felt further away. You barely had the desire to touch the peanut butter and Nutella sandwich you had made for yourself.

When the final bell finally rung, you trudged out of the school building, backpack on your shoulders. The closer you got to the football field, the more nervous you were.

What was Peter going to say? What was he going to show you? Did he have a disease that he was dying from and you completely ruined the last bit of his life? Did he cheat on you with a prettier girl and want to introduce you to her?

As you stepped onto the field, you saw him standing by the bleachers. You walked over to him, giving a little half wave and a smile that really wasn't a smile at all.

He looked nervous when you stopped in front of him. You waited for him to speak. The wind blew your hair around your face.

"Okay," you said after a minute. "You wanted to talk, Peter, so talk."

He nodded. "I want to show you why I haven't been around. A-And I totally trust you enough to show you, but I need you to promise me that you won't tell anyone."

You sighed. "Oh God, Peter... did you do something illegal?"

"What? Illegal!"

You were shaking your head. "Because if you mix me up in whatever you did... I couldn't show my face in school again! Or any store, or my church, or my house!"

He held up his hands. "I didn't do anything illegal! It's not like that, okay?"

You nodded in relief. "Okay. Good."

He held out his hand. "I need you to come with me." When you didn't take it, he frowned, but still started off towards the back gate of the school. You followed behind.