Description: You were new to the school, you were awkward and shy like you always were whenever you moved schools’. You soon fell into a group of friends that you loved. You were extremely close with Peter, sometimes you believed that you two could be something, but you knew he loved Liz, making you distance yourself to see if he’d notice.
Warnings: Lots of sadness prepare yourself.
Word Count: 2,751
A/N: Hey guys, I know it’s been a realllyy long time since I’ve written anything and I genuinely apologize for that. I’ve been in a really dark slump lately and haven’t been motivated at all. But I’m trying my best to get back into writing and making you all happy. Therefore, I’m writing a Spider-Man Homecoming imagine because how can you not love Peter Parker? Anyways, I hope you enjoy. :)
Side Note: I wrote this so sad that I was crying while typing it.
You had transferred schools’ three times now, your father was always traveling because of his job, meaning your whole family had to travel with him.
You didn’t mind the traveling part, however the transferring of schools’ that you did mind.
You hated being the new kid at school, you were always the topic of the day until everyone got used to you being there.
Everyone would stare and talk about you behind your back, some would be nice and some not so nice.
You had to admit, you weren’t the best at making friends, you were more of a loner, an awkward person that didn’t socialize with others very well, you were extremely shy.
That is till you met your dream team of friends.
You were once again traveling, this time to New York, and attending to Midtown High School.
You assumed it was going to be like the rest of the times you transferred, everyone would stare and look at you and talk about you.
But this was different, someone actually noticed you, someone actually talked to you.
It was during lunch, you saw a girl and two guys sitting at a table by themselves, you figured they wouldn’t mind you sitting there along with them, so you did.
This intrigued them all, they had never seen you before.
“Hey, quiet one, who are you?” The girl asked, making you snap your head in her direction.
You looked around at first, before pointing a finger at yourself as if to ask ‘are you talking to me?’ which made her nod.
You swallowed nervously, not used to having to speak.
“I uh.. My name is Y/N, I just moved here.” You gave a shy smile, which only made the girl nod in curiosity.
“I see.. Well my name is Michelle, but you can call me MJ.” She smiled slightly, going back to her book.
You nodded, before glancing at the two boys who were staring at you.
You raised an eyebrow, making them snap back into reality and try to hide the fact they were looking at you.
You rolled your eyes playfully, making them smile.
“I know Michelle just asked you your name, but can you tell us again?” The brunette asked, making you even more nervous.
“It’s Y/N.” You smiled slightly, messing with the ends of your hair.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Peter and this is Ned.” He smiled, as Ned waved a friendly hello at you.
You laughed quietly, waving back.
“So, how’s your first day going?” Peter asked, making you nearly choke on your water.
You were confused as to why they were still talking to you, so this threw you off guard and into complete embarrassment.
“It’s uh.. going as it usually does?” You spoke more as a question than an answer.
“Do you transfer a lot?” Ned asked, making you nod sadly.
“My third time.” You shrugged, letting out a small sigh.
They both nodded understandingly, and soon before you knew it, you all became best friends.
You’ll always remember that day in the cafeteria, the first day you actually made friends.
Now it was a normal routine to have lunch with all of them, talk about whatever tests or labs that you all had coming up.
However, the only thing coming up was homecoming.
Over the past few months you’d been at Midtown High, you started developing feelings for your best friend Peter.
You didn’t know how it happened, but it just did and it scared you.
“We should probably stop looking before it gets creepy.” You heard Peter tell Ned as they were off staring at Liz Allen.
The girl of Peter’s dreams.
A girl that wasn’t you.
You knew about Peter’s love for Liz, he made it extremely obvious.
You did your best to not show how much it bothered you, but it started to push you to your limits.
He would talk about her outfit, or her hair, or just her in general whenever he could.
And it killed you.
Michelle soon figured out your secret, that you liked Peter, she promised she wouldn’t tell, but she knew how much it killed you to see him chase after a different girl.
“So, I want to ask Liz to homecoming but I don’t know how, she probably already has a date, why would she even go with me-” Peter rambled, but Ned cut him off.
“Dude, chill, just ask her.” He slapped his hand on Peter’s shoulder, making him blink a few times.
You just sat there, quietly listening to it all.
“Y/N, what do you think I should do? You’re a girl, what do you like?” Peter questioned, sitting down in a chair in front of you.
You bit your lip before thinking.
“Okay.. If you were to say, as an example as me to homecoming, I’d like it if you made a cheesy sign and have flowers asking me.” You nodded, before looking back at Peter.
You both locked eye contact for a moment, and you could have sworn something happened in those few seconds.
But it was soon ripped away as Peter clapped his hands, telling you how brilliant you were.
You gave a fake smile, wishing it would be for you instead.
There were only two days left till homecoming, Peter still hadn’t asked Liz to homecoming, something about wanting it to be perfect.
You had hit your breaking point, you were done being around him when all he did was talk about Liz.
You decided to distance yourself from him and Ned those next few days.
Your headphones plugged into your ears that way you could avoid them if they talked to you.
You even started sitting down with Michelle rather than with them at lunch.
At first they both thought you were just being nice and wanted to sit with her, but then as it became more frequent they got curious as to why you had been avoiding them.
If only they really knew the truth.
The day of homecoming soon arrived, you had decided against going, not wanting to see Peter and Liz dance together.
Michelle tried to convince you to go with her, but even she knew you wouldn’t have fun.
You had avoided Peter and Ned for three days now, you could tell they were getting annoyed with you, but you didn’t care.
You were laying on the couch, watching Netflix with an ice cream tub in your lap.
You weren’t going to lie, you wished you were at homecoming, you hated being at home, but you couldn’t afford seeing someone you liked so much to be with someone else.
You were about to take a spoonful of ice cream when you heard a knock at your door.
You huffed, getting up and heading to the door, only to reveal Peter standing before you.
“Y/N, we need to talk.” He spoke, frustration evident in his voice.
You let him in, confusion displaced on your face.
“Okay, talk.” You crossed your arms, looking at him.
He was pacing back and forth, making you even more confused.
“Why have you been avoiding me?” He blurted out, making your eyes widened a bit.
“I-I haven’t.. I mean.. What are you talking about?” You stammered, making him glare at you.
“You know what I’m talking about, for the past three days you haven’t been talking to me, listening to me, even eating lunch with me.” He was counting off everything, and it was all true.
You looked around the apartment, refusing to look at Peter.
“What did I do?” He questioned, his voice cracking which made you look at him instantly.
He looked like he was about to cry, breaking your heart instantly.
“You love someone else.” You whispered, tears threatening to fall.
Peter looked at you confused at first, before realization hit him.
“Y/N, when we first met, I thought that I told you we’re friends and nothing more!” He closed his eyes, speaking loudly which made you swallow nervously.
“I didn’t mean to.. I-I tried not to.. I-I” You stammered, a tear slipping down your cheek.
Peter just stood there, unsure of what to say or do.
You were pleading he’d say something or do something, just something to make everything okay again.
“I think I’m going to go. I have to meet Liz for homecoming.” He sighed, refusing to look at you before walking out the door.
It was a moment like this that you never felt so low.
Your heart was breaking, your sobbing was becoming uncontrollable, and you had nobody to lean on.
She hides away, like a ghost,
Does she know that we bleed the same?
Don’t wanna cry but I break that way.
You wanted to call Michelle, but you didn’t want to ruin her homecoming.
You wanted to call Ned, to tell him everything, and by everything you meant everything.
But mainly you wanted to call Peter, to explain everything.
But every time you picked up your phone, you remembered the way he was before he left.
He was upset with you, for liking him.
And that upset you too.
You knew you shouldn’t have fallen for him, but it just happened.
You couldn’t take being trapped in your apartment, so you decided to go for a walk.
You grabbed your jacket, heading outside.
It was a bit chilly, but you didn’t mind.
You needed to clear your mind, mainly to get Peter off your mind.
You figured he was at the dance right now, with Liz, Ned, and Michelle, dancing and having fun.
You felt another tear slip down your cheek, you looked miserable, anyone could see that clear as day.
What you didn’t know though was that Peter decided to not go with Liz, he had arrived at the dance with her, but told her he had to go, and everyone knew why.
Because of you.
It’s always been you.
He rushed back as quick as he could to your apartment, but felt his heart drop when you didn’t answer.
It was times like this that he liked being Spider-Man, he climbed through your window to see you really weren’t there, creating him to panic.
Did you run away?
Did you run away?
I don’t need to know if you ran away,
If you ran away,
Come back home,
Just come home.
Peter was out looking for you, he knew that in certain times you went on walks, but what made him nervous was that it was at night, and it was his fault you were out there.
He flew all over the streets, until he spotted you.
I got fear, oh, in my blood,
She was carried up into the clouds,
He rushed down to you, you had been hit by a drunk driver, Peter never felt worse in his entire life.
His heart dropped to his stomach, his eyes watering behind the mask.
“Y/N, hey, wake up, come on, please.” He begged, holding your face in his hands.
He begged, pleading for you to wake up and tell him what an idiot he was for not seeing how much you liked him sooner.
He wanted to hear you laugh, he wanted to see your shy smile you always gave him.
You opened your eyes for a brief second, seeing a red blur, you could hear mumbling but it was faint.
You could barely recognize the voice as Peter, which only made you smile just thinking about him.
Peter was doing his best to keep you awake, moving a piece of your hair out of your face.
“Y/N, don’t close your eyes, do you hear me? Don’t close your eyes.” He pleaded, but he knew he was losing an ending battle.
You did your best to keep them open, but your eyes slowly fell shut, one last tear slipping down your cheek.
You laid there, limp, making Peter scream in anger and sadness.
He lost the one true person who genuinely cared for him, and he blamed himself for it.
If he had only stayed there with you and talked it out, this wouldn’t have happened.
If he had just listened to you, or paid more attention to how you acted around him this all could have been prevented.
But it was too late.
Peter didn’t even care at this point, he ripped off his mask, pulling you into his arms, angry sobs escaping from his mouth.
That was a day Peter would remember forever, something he could never forget, the day his true love died in his arms.