I didn't know what it meant to fall in love. I most definitely didn't believe in love at first sight. But there was something about Peter that drew me in. Whether it was his eyes, the aura of mystery around him, his awkwardness, or his hair, it made me like him.

We were sitting in my room, studying for a test. "Are you going to Flash's party?" I asked, curious. "Are you going?" I nodded, "Yeah. Are you?" He looked at me, studying my face intently. "No, I'm probably not." I crossed my arms and pouted. "Come on, why not? It's going to be fun!" Peter rolled his eyes as I nudged his arms. "Please?" I said, pouting slightly. Peter sighed, "Fine. But only because you asked, Stark." I scoffed lightly. "Wow. The name drop." Peter chuckled. "You are the worst." "And you love it." Suddenly, it got tranquil in my room before Peter spoke up. "We should be studying, not joking around. You are a bad influence." I grinned. "The worst."

Soon, it was the day of Flash's party. I went with a casual but classy black dress and some brown boots. My hair was styled so my curtain bangs were out of my face, drawing attention to my eyes and face. I wore a little bit of makeup, just some mascara and lip gloss—nothing too crazy. And a bit of highlighter. Why was I so dressed up? The answer is Peter Parker.

Once Happy dropped me off at the house, I grinned. "Wow, Stark, looking good," Flash said. My grin immediately faded. "Hi, Flash," I said. "Come in, Stark," Flash said, opening the door for me. I nodded politely. "Has Peter arrived?" Flash rolled his eyes. "Why do you care so much about that loser, anyway? You could have any guy you wanted, but you want him?" I sighed, not wanting to explain. "Why do you care so much? It sounds like you're jealous." Liz, a pretty girl a few years older than me, interrupted. "She can want whoever she wants, Flash; it isn't your right to care." I grinned, high-fiving Liz. "Exactly." 

I spent my time at the party with Liz for the most part, loving how calm and cool she was. She had an effortless charm about her, and her parents came from money, so my dad would like her. But that was beyond the point. The point was that I was finally getting along with a teenage girl without being awkward about my last name. "Rose?" Peter's voice said. Liz and I both stopped laughing to look at Peter. His cheeks were red for some reason as he watched me talk with Liz. "Peter!" I exclaimed, hugging him while being careful not to spill my drink all over him. "You made it." He pulled away awkwardly. "Yeah, I did." I looked at Ned, arching my eyebrow. "Is he good?" I mouthed. Ned just shrugged as I rolled my eyes at his response. Just then, one of my favorite songs came on, "New Romantics" by Taylor Swift. I perked up immediately as I sang along with the course. "Heartbreak is a national anthem. We sing it proudly!" Liz smiled softly as Peter rolled his eyes. "Rosemary is absolutely unbearable." Everything stopped. "You think I'm what!?" Peter immediately looked like he regretted what he'd said. "Rose," I cut him off. "Don't call me that." I spat bitterly. "You can leave my sight now," I said dismissively, waving at him in a shoo way. I fought back the tears that clouded my vision as I chugged down the rest of my water. 

I stayed with Liz for the rest of the party and was introduced to her friend Betty. "Betty, this is Rosemary, as in Rosemary Stark. Rose, this is Betty." Betty smiled at me, her pretty eyes shining in the dim lights of the room. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard a lot about you from a bunch of different people." "Great," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. Betty smirked. "What? You don't like the attention." I grinned back. "No. I hate the attention. I'd give anything to be a normal teenage girl like you." I sighed, "Being Tony Stark's daughter is just a giant pain in the ass. Everyone expects me to be just like my dad. But I don't want to be my dad; I just want to be me." Betty and Liz nodded as I said that, sympathy in their gazes. I smiled. "But I get invited to the best parties, so it's not that bad." They laughed at my remark. I caught Peter's gaze from across the room before looking away. It hurt even to look at him from our earlier interaction. Did he really think I was unbearable? Asshole. 

I grabbed another drink, unaware that this one was alcohol, and chugged it. "Rose," Liz cut in. I held up a hand to silence her as I devoured my drink. I wiped my mouth after, grinning. "I want another." Liz and Betty shared a look. "Do you really think that's a good idea?" I smiled wider. "I think it's an awesome idea. I'm really smart, so, naturally, I make all the right decisions. I knew I sounded like the biggest narcissist, but the alcohol was coursing through my veins and reaching my head.

Soon, I was completely drunk. Terribly, utterly drunk. I could hardly speak correctly; I could hardly even walk. So when I saw Peter, I stumbled into his arms, spilling spiked punch all over him. "Pet-ter!" I slurred, pronouncing his name as if it were two syllables. He looked up at me, his eyes widening. "Oh, crap. Mr. Stark's gonna kill me. You're drunk, aren't you." I giggled. "Nope!" Peter sighed, walking away. "Just go home, Rose. When you're sober, you'll regret everything you've done tonight. I winced as if struck, the rejection hitting me harder than I'd thought it would. I didn't know what I'd done to deserve it. 

I woke up in my bed the next day, my head throbbing with a painful headache. I ran over to my bathroom, throwing up my guts in the toilet. I wiped my mouth, looking down at the vomit. "Fuuuuuck...." I said as I got some Advil for the headache and Peptobismol for the nausea. 

The rest of the weekend was a blur, and when I got back to school that Monday, I got the silent treatment from Peter. I guess there was nothing we could say after the fallout we'd gone through. We were both hurt, and we needed time to sort out our problems before confronting each other. At least, that's what I thought...

CeCe Speaks: Wow wow wow wow. Okay. Well, this chapter was my favorite to write so far. First of all, this is getting intense, both for the author and for Rosemary. I'm writing this after getting out of a two-year-long situationship that was growing bad for my mental health. I won't describe how this situationship has affected me emotionally and mentally, but all I can say is thank you to all of you who've supported me while I'm writing this. Expect Chapter III soon. Stay tuned and stay wonderful ~CeCe

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