Tell me you didn't say yes
Flash Thompson stood blocking your locker, barely visible over the large bouquet of flowers in his arms, with a tiny little note in the middle that read one word that was far from simple:
Homecoming?
Nervous, you shifted your eyes to the floor, and the way too overconfident Flash started to squirm a little. You opened your mouth to speak when a loud bang beside you ripped into your focus.
Peter Parker, your kinda-sorta-secret-boyfriend, had dropped his Chemistry book to the floor with a loud clap, his face turning red at the scene in front of him. Without even giving you a chance to explain, he bolted off toward the opposite end of the hallway, not turning back even when you profusely called out after him. You had to fix this, and fix it right now.
“Listen Flash, I appreciate the gesture, but I can’t go with you to Homecoming,” you kindly as possible broke the news. Flash dropped the flowers to the floor, kicking them aside as he stepped forward.
“What do you mean you can’t go? Girls don’t say no to The Flash!” he demanded, his eyes flickering between you and the crowd of people that had gathered to watch him get rejected.
“I’m sorry, I… I have to go find Peter!” you blurted out, feet running off in your boyfriend’s footsteps.
“You’re leaving me for Penis Parker? Y/N! You’re going to regret this!” he pathetically screamed after you, but you had already burst through the doors to see Peter hunched over on the steps of the side staircase.
“Hey, Pete…” you softly and slowly spoke, sitting down next to him and cautiously wrapping your arms around his frame. His cheeks burned red with jealousy; no one made him feel more insecure than Flash, and he couldn’t bear the thought of you dancing in his bully’s arms at the one place he wanted to take you himself.
“Tell me you didn’t say yes to… him,” Peter spat, convinced you already had accepted the offer and came here to break things off with him. Despite how many times you told him, Peter always believed you would ditch him whenever a more popular guy came around and swept you off your feet. But Peter was the one for you, he just didn’t see it yet.
“Peter! Of fucking course not! Knock it off, already. I’m your girlfriend, and I don’t want to be with or go to Homecoming with anybody except you,” you pleaded with him to look into your eyes and know you were speaking the absolute truth. His chin turned to face you, watery tears coated underneath his warm brown eyes.
“You really mean that?”
You let out a frustrated sigh and covered your face in your hands. How much convincing would it take for Peter to understand you were head over heels falling for him?
“Yes, I really do. And, if you’re okay with it, I think we should be open about us, so more stuff like this doesn’t happen again in the future,” you suggested, putting your heart on the line for him.
Peter’s face lit up in an all-encompassing smile, dimples littered his cheeks and crinkles lined the corners of his eyes.
“I would love that, Y/N.”