OC Trash Posting

Booze and Bickering

(This is such a change from the light hearted shit I posted yesterday and I'm not sorry)

"Come on, Parker." Rachael says walking up the long driveway of someone's mansion like home.

"Where are we?" Peter asks following her.

"A nice neighborhood." Rachael replies walking up to the front door of the house, freezing the lock and pushing the door open.

"Whose house is this?" Peter asks walking in with her nervously.

"One of my father's business associative." Rachael says turning the lights on.

"I don't think we should be here. What if they're home?" Peter asks.

"There not. They are on a family trip, in the Bahama. Won't be back till Sunday." Rachael says.

"I still don't think we should be here..." Peter mumbles.

"Oh come on! You're the one who said you wanted to have fun while our friends are out for spring break." Rachael huffs walking over to the liquor cabinet.

"This is not what I meant by fun!" Peter shouts annoyed.

"Oh my, I'm sorry your virgin ass doesn't understand what fun is." Rachael says, looking at the vast selection of booze.

"I know what fun is and breaking into someone's house is not fun. It's illegal and irresponsible." Peter says crossing his arms.

"It's illegal and irresponsible..." Rachael says mockingly, taking a bottle of expensive vodka off the self.

"It is!" Peter huffs starting to wonder why he ever agreed to hangout with her in the first place.

Rachael opened to bottle taking a sip, before downing half the bottle. "Mmh, yeah...that's the good kind."

"I swear you're an alcoholic..." Peter says rolling his eyes at her.

"I'm not it's just really good." Rachael says holding the bottle out for him to take. "Try it."

"No, thanks. I don't drink." Peter says, waving his hand dismissively.

"Oh, you're no fun at all!" Rachael groans, frustratedly. She took another sip of the bottle before setting it down. "I have an idea."

"That's never good." Peter sighs.

"Oi!" Rachael shouts. "Anyway...ignoring your rudeness. We should have sex."

Peter choked on his own spit, coughing for a good minute. "What!"

"We should have sex." Rachael repeats once he collected himself. "You said it yourself you want to have some fun during spring break, and what could be more fun than that?"

"Literally anything else!" Peter shouts.

"Oh come on...you know you want to." Rachael smirks devilishly, walking closer to him.

"I really don't." Peter says taking a step backwards.

"It'll be fun, and Flash would never be able to play the virgin card on you ever again." Rachael says starting to unbutton his button up.

"Stop." Peter says pushing her hands away, but they just found their way to his belt buckle. "I said stop. S. T. O. P."

He pushed her off of himself, knocking her into the floor with his force. He still wasn't quite used to his own strength.

"Rough. I like that." Rachael jokes to mask her inner turmoil.

"God! You know every time I think we're making progress, like real progress. You pull shit like this! You are such a- a-a-" Peter yells.

"A what? Spit it out asshole!" Rachael shouts getting up.

"A slut! You're a fucking whore. You're just like your father- No! You're worse then him. You have a boyfriend who you say you love, but then you come on to me, to Gwen, to literally anyone with boobs or a dick! It makes me sick! Sometimes I think we're making progress, but then I realize we will never be friends, we'll never get along, because all you think about is sex! Because it's all you're good at, it's all you know how to do! And you do it to feel something because you realize no one will ever love a little slut who gets off on breaking the law and sleeping with strangers!" Peter yells.

Rachael slapped him across the face. "You think you know me, Peter Parker! You think you know everyone! But the truth is you don't even know yourself! It makes you feel good, makes you feel big, to run around judging everyone and telling them what you think they are, when you have no clue at all! And if you don't like me why do you agree to hangout with me!"

"You're dating my best friend, we have to hangout most days." Peter shrugs.

"Not today! You could have stayed as far away from me as you wanted, but you didn't!" Rachael huffs. "Don't forget that you called me, Parker."

Peter stayed quiet.

"Ugh, you're just like every other male in existence. Complete and utter jackasses!" Rachael growls, turning away from him. "I'm going to look around upstairs. Get out, while I'm gone if you really don't want to be here."

Peter sighs leaning back against the wall as she walked up the stairs. "Stupid her...stupid me! Ugh!"

Rachael went up the stairs looking around walking into the master bedroom. She flopped face first on the bed. "What's wrong with me!" She shouts but it was muffled by the bed sheets.

Peter started to walk towards the stairway before sighing and turning away. He head out the door leaving her be, acting as though he couldn't care less. Though he did feel really bad about what he had said, but that didn't matter he couldn't let her know he cared, he just couldn't. So he left, he walked out of the house heading back the way they had came, never once looking back.

Rachael stayed there lying on the bed, hoping she'd suffocate, it's not like anyone would care if she did. She new what Peter had said was true, but would never admit it if she was asked. So she laid there wish for her misery to end, never wondering if Peter had left, and never even thinking about going to check.

Their hatred for each other ran deep, but was it really hatred or something else they were trying to suppress. Neither of them new who they were and neither of them understood why they were so drawn to each other, but maybe some day, one cold winter day, it'll all make sense to them. Just maybe...