Love Triangle

The Morning After

Peter Parker woke up the next morning to a glass of water and some Advil on his bedside table. He had a splitting headache, so was thankful for what had been put next to him. It was probably his Aunt May. She always knew what to do.

He took a sip of water and swallowed the Advil, rubbing his head and trying to remember what happened last night.

At last, he remembered. He felt disgusted. He didn't think he would ever be able to put into words what happened last night. He didn't even feel comfortable thinking about it, never mind telling May.

He'd been to a huge party last night, and it had got pretty crazy. He remembered the loud music, pounding in his ears as he danced his way through the crowd, trying to get outside. There were people who were drunk, smoking, throwing up and doing drugs, everywhere. They kept banging into him as he dizzily made his way into the fresh air. Maybe it would help him gather his thoughts. There, he saw another boy who he didn't know. The boy smiled at him, so Peter smiled back. But then the boy stopped smiling, and looked him up and down.

All that Peter could remember after that was downing a lot more drinks and being dragged off somewhere.

He felt himself get slammed onto a soft mattress and heard someone whisper in his ear. "Tell anyone, you're dead."

Peter was more confused than anything now, and suddenly, he felt numb. He lost any control of his feelings, and fainted.

May had obviously been rung by someone and come to pick him up, though he had no memory of this.

Now, in the morning, he realized what must have happened. He couldn't describe how he felt. Disgusted, ashamed, embarrassed, angry, hurt and sad.

The boy must have raped him.

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He hated him with all his guts. How dare he. Was he that desperate? The thought of what happened made him feel sick. He took another sip of water, tried to sit up, but felt a sear of pain in his head and laid back down again. At this moment, May came in.

"Peter." She shook her head but gave him a sympathetic look. "How are you feeling now?" She asked.

"Hungover." He replied. She chuckled slightly and made her way over to his bed, sat down, and stroked his hair. Peter closed his eyes. It reminded him of when he was younger and May would do this every night to help him drift off to sleep.

"Peter?" May asked.
"Mm?" He replied.
"Did you do it with any girls last night? And did you use a condom?"
"WHAT?! MAY?! NOOOOOO!" Peter spluttered out, laughing.
"No you didn't do it with any girls or no you didn't use a condom?"
"MAY! YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!"
"Mmkay. Just asking!" May laughed in return. Peter tutted, still laughing. "I'll bring you up some breakfast in about half an hour okay? Your favorite pancakes!"
"Thanks May, you're a life saver." Peter answered.

After breakfast, Peter was finally able to get out of bed without fearing fainting. He walked into the kitchen that was in him and May's apartment and looked at the clock. Shit. He'd missed the coach to school. It had been 15 minutes ago. May had left for work half an hour ago. He couldn't drive himself yet and if May was already at work, there was no way he could get to school.

He texted Ned, asking if he'd missed the coach too, but Ned said that he'd got it on time. Peter tried texting a few of his friends, but none replied. They must be in the middle of a lesson. Finally, Peter's last resort, was his crush. Michelle Jones. MJ. The most beautiful girl Peter had ever laid eyes on. He scrambled a sentence together and after a deep breath, pressed send.

P: Hey MJ! Just wondering if u got the coach to scl on time?

After a couple of minutes, Peter felt a ding and hastily opened his phone.

MJ: Parker, you really expect me to be awake before 10 after a night like that? Your damn text woke me up! I was gonna sleep WELL after 11!

Peter smiled to himself.

P: Yeah, yeah whatever Michelle.

MJ: So, wanna come over to mine? We could ditch school today, my parents are out.

Peter thought about this. May could tell him off bad. It was out of character for him. But MJ was his crush, and she had just asked him to come over. No WAY was he gonna pass this down!

P: Sure, I'll be there in 10.

MJ: See you there, loser.

By this point Peter was grinning broadly at his phone.

He'd been to MJ's house once before, for a party. It was pretty big but he loved it. It was a change to his small apartment.

As MJ's house was walking distance, he slid on his shoes and started the walk to her house.

When he got there, MJ was a mess. There were alcohol bottles strewn over the floor and she was singing to her hearts content. Peter sighed.
"What the fuck MJ! You're WASTED!" He yelled, over the sound of her singing.
"Nooooooooo, babbyyyyy, I'm notttttt!" She slurred in a singing voice.

Peter went over to the sink of her kitchen, grabbed a cup, filled it up with water, and threw it over MJ.
"Get your shit together." He firmly said.
"Whyyyy did you do thattttt?!" She groaned.
Peter sighed a heavy sigh and started to pick up the bottles.

Half an hour later, MJ was more sober and the kitchen had been cleaned up. MJ suggested that they go up to her room to watch a movie, and Peter obliged.

She brought up her laptop and hopped into her bed. Peter remained at the doorway, staring at her.
"Well what did you think was going to happen?" MJ said, understanding why he way waiting. She tapped the spot next to her. Peter sighed and made his way over to her bed, climbing in next to her.

The two of them watched 13 Going On 30 but MJ fell asleep about a quarter way through, on top of Peters chest. He looked down at her peaceful, sleeping face and wondered how she had so much beauty. Her steady breathing kept blowing a strand of hair around. Until, Peter tucked it behind her ear. He saw as her stunning, brown curls, cascaded down her shoulders in what seemed to be a spiral. Her eyelashes quivering every now and then. Everything about her was perfect.

Ever so slowly, Peter clambered out of her bed and tucked her in, pulling the bed sheets up around her and putting a pillow under her head. He made his way to leave, but stopped himself. He looked back at her and turned to face her. Carefully, he tread lightly back next to her and kissed her on the forehead. He could swear he saw MJ slightly smile, but thought it to be a trick of the light as MJ was definately sleeping.

He shut the bedroom door, quietly behind him, made his way back downstairs and walked out their front door, heading back to his home, back to his small apartment, back to May.