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"Prom." ᑎᗴᗪ stated. "That's where it will happen." He nodded his head excitedly. Peter sighed, writing down a new web formula. "Where what will happen?"

"Where we'll lose our virginity."

"Ned!" Peter exclaimed as their classmates stared at them. "Whisper." He hissed at his best friend.

"Come on, Pete. We're going to be seniors next year and the only virgins left in our class." Ned whispered.

"What's wrong with being a virgin anyway?" Peter huffed, wishing Ned would just drop the whole conversation.

"It's social suicide. We can't be virgins in college. The point is to already be good at sex before college." Ned hissed.

"Okay, one, you have been watching way too many early 2000's movies." Peter declared. "And two, you are not the only virgin left in our class. I'm pretty sure the debate team don't even know what sex is." Ned nodded before frowning. "And you."

"What?" Peter bit his bottom lip as he started to doodle a new spider symbol.

"You're a virgin too." Ned stated, eying his best friend suspiciously. Peter gulped, avoiding eye contact. "Well... duh." He nodded causing Ned's eyes to widen as his best friend came to a dawning realization. "Holy shit, you had sex!"

Peter stared at Ned with wide eyes, cheeks flushed in embarrassment as their entire class stared at them, girls giggling and boys laughing. MJ stared at them in boredom and their history teach, Mr. Abernathy, sighed tiredly.

"Well, what do you know," Flash exclaimed loudly to the class. "Parker's a man!"

Mr. Abernathy shook his head as the class cheered causing Peter to sink down into his seat, the history teacher sighing loudly. "I hate my life."

Peter was glad that the school day was over, especially since Ned outed him in front of their entire class. He had been trying to avoid his best friend ever since, he was scared he might let it slip about Fiona.

Speaking of both, Ned was heading straight for him with a determined look on his face with Fiona trailing behind him, chewing gum with an amused glint in her eyes.

"Who, when and where?" Ned demanded causing Fiona to snort as MJ walked over to them, whispering something into her best friend's ear.

"Ned, will you relax? It's not a big deal." Peter stated causing his own best friend to scoff. "Not a big deal! You had sex and didn't tell me. "Ladies, please tell Mr. I've Had Sex And It's Not A Big Deal that it is indeed a big deal!"

"Not really."

"I'm not a lady."

"Seriously?" Ned exclaimed at the two girls causing MJ to roll her eyes. "It's not that big of a deal. It's like a bandaid that you eventually rip off."

"You always have such an interesting way of explaining things Michele." Fiona shook her head in amusement at her best friend. "Don't worry so much Ned. I'm sure some girl or boy, whichever you prefer, will come along and give you a night that you will never forget."

Peter tried not to stare too long at Fiona, she certainly gave him many night's that he would never forget, but he couldn't risk letting Ned know about them. Aunt May already knew and he knew that it was just a matter of time before Rhodey found out too and the more who know the easier it will be for Mr. Stark to realize it too.

Ned pouted as one of their classmates, Cheryl Gilbert greeted them with a smile on her pink lips. Peter turned to her and withheld from scrunching his face up at the pink scrunchie holding up her long blonde hair. "Peter, just the guy I was looking for."

Peter furrowed his brows together as Fiona glared at her.

"I am?"

"He is?"

Cheryl beamed at him, licking her glossed lips and clutching her pink binder tightly against her chest. "I was wondering," she giggled causing Fiona to sneer at her. "if you would like to go to prom with me?"

"Oh... uh," Peter didn't know what to say. His eyes caught Fiona's for only a few seconds, she was finding glaring at the blonde girl's ponytail very interesting and Peter realized with a smirk that she was jealous.

"I would love to, Cheryl." Peter smiled at her causing the blonde's smile to grow even wider if that was possible and for Fiona to gaze at him in annoyance.

"You would?" Cheryl almost squealed and Peter instantly regretted his decision as Fiona crossed her arms across her chest. "You would?"

Peter held Fiona's gaze amongst a bored looking MJ and still pouting Ned as Cheryl dropped her binder and crushed him inside a hug that invaded his senses with her god awful floral perfume.

I wish I had popcorn. Sam's voice echoed in his conscious.

Shut up.

Fiona couldn't believe Peter had agreed to go to prom with the little blond bubblegum twat. The thought made her heart race, her fists clench and for her teeth to bite harshly at her bottom lip.

"You know that one The Killers song?" MJ sipped on the straw of her Starbucks cup, watching her best friend in amusement. "The one where Brandon Flowers sings about jealousy and coming out of his cage and doing fine?"

"Mr. Brightside?" Fiona arched a brow as she bit into her croissant. "Yes, that one." MJ took a long sip of her iced mocha coffee. "That's you right now."

"I am not jealous." Fiona scoffed as they both climbed inside of her car. "Jealousy is only for those who harbor romantic feelings which I do not."

"Really?" MJ sipped at her drink unconvinced. "Yes. My feelings are strictly sexual." Fiona stated sounding more like she was trying to convince herself more then her friend beside her.

"Okay," MJ nodded unconvinced. "then you'll go as my date to prom where you will witness your fuck buddy dance the horrid night away with that Lavender Brown wannabe and then we'll see just how strictly sexual your feelings are then."

Fiona narrowed her eyes at the other girl. "What game are you playing at, Jones?"

MJ shrugged boredly. "No game. Just proving a point." The sound of her sipping at her drink echoed in the car. "Fine." Fiona gave in. "We'll go to prom but no point will be proven."

"Whatever you say, Stark."

Fiona Stark had always had complicated feelings when it came to Harry Osborn. They'd known each other since they were kids due to their dad's both being billionaire entrepreneurs. It wasn't until Fiona's sophomore year of high school though that their friendship had changed.

They dated for two years. Harry being her first love. First kiss. First everything. Then he graduated high school last year and completely pissed off Norman when he decided to skip out on college and run off to Europe.

Tony had liked him too. Harry was smart, a proactive thinker. Fiona's dad had cared for Osborn like he was his own son until Tony watched his daughter come home one day, crying and babbling how she hated Harry Osborn and that she never wanted to see him again.

Tony Stark didn't ask no questions. His daughter had obviously been heartbroken and he would always be on her side.

"What are you doing here?" Fiona hadn't expected to see her ex boyfriend waiting for her outside of her house, leaning against his car, a dark green Porsche, a gift from his dad. "Aren't you supposed to be in Europe?" She walked right past him, not meeting his gaze.

"It was only for a year, you know that." Harry followed behind her into the house, his tall form looming over her as Fiona turned around, folding her arms across her chest. "And? You just expect to come back and what, I'll be waiting for you?"

Harry bit his bottom lip, looking down at her. He had missed her, almost left Europe early just to see her again. "No." He honestly didn't expect her to just move around and wait for him like Bella Swan. Fiona was her own person and it's why he loved her. "But, I still love you."

Fiona hated that he made her heart beat faster and slower all at once. His hands reached up, cupping her face, forehead touching hers. "I haven't been with anyone else. You're all I want." It wasn't entirely a lie, he did make out with some girl in Amsterdam but that was as far as it had gone.

She wouldn't feel guilty. No. He could be lying. "Whatever." Fiona scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You expect me to believe that?"

"Come on, Fi," Harry stared at her with his blue eyes, a stark contrast to Peter's brown ones. "I need you." He was practically pleading as he knew how stubborn Fiona could be.

Fiona pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she met his gaze through her long dark lashes. Damn him! Why did he have to be so perfect? She loved him. Still did but she was also conflicted. Peter Parker had rooted himself under her skin and didn't seem to want to leave anytime soon.

"Prom is coming up," Fiona gripped her hands against his jacket. "You can take me." Maybe she had ulterior motives. Maybe she really wanted Harry back but wanted to play hard to get. Maybe there was a little part of her that wanted to make Peter Parker jealous.

"Yeah...." Harry breathed against her lips before kissing her, arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her fully against him. "you gonna make me wait until prom or...."

Fiona arched a brow, gaze lingering down to his bulge in his pants. Fuck! He was so damn good. Whatever. She didn't belong to anyone. She wasn't tied down or anything and you can call her a slut all you want but she was only human and had needs and she really wanted to have hot makeup sex with her kind of not so ex boyfriend.

It's not like Peter Parker was her boyfriend or anything.

It was just sex.

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y'all don't come at me!!!
I needed to add some
drama!! also, I'm cackling
at everyone who thought
I was gonna make
harry an asshole lol

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also,
friendly reminder
that ghost reading
isn't cute
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