A/N: there is a swear word in this one, just to warn you.

“Whatever, at least my dad didn’t leave me.”

As soon as the words left Peter’s mouth, he instantly regretted them, more so after he saw the flash of hurt go through Margo’s eyes before they hardened in anger again.

“How can you say that?!” She yelled, “Peter, I don’t open up to people ever, and this is why, because it always comes back to bite me!” Her hands where clenched into tight fists at her sides, to keep from shaking.

Peter silently cursed himself. Him and his stupid need to constantly have the last word in any argument he ever had.

He didn’t even know how this argument started, Margo had been staying with him in New York for a few months now, she was currently attending the same college that Peter was going to, just different classes. A few hours before the argument, Margo had gotten a call from her mother saying that she needed her back in Arktown now. Peter didn’t understand why Margo wanted to go, considering her mother had never done anything for her, Peter had pointed this out to Margo and it all went downhill from there he guessed.

He snapped out his stupor when Margo spoke again,

“So you really have nothing to say, do you?”

Peter desperately wanted to try to find the words, he just couldn’t. The adrenaline from this argument finally starting to wear off. When he looked up at Margo, he saw silent tears streaming down her face.

“Margo I...” he trailed off, still unsure of what to say.

Margo huffed out a pathetic laugh as she grabbed her set of keys off of the kitchen counter.

“How typical of you Pete.” She said right before she slammed the apartment door.

Peter sat in stunned silence for a minute before he kicked the foot of a chair out of anger.

“Shit.” He swore to himself, pulling his short black hair in frustration. And to make matters worse, this was the night he was finally going to confess his feelings for Margo.

“Nice going Pete.” He said to himself.

He had no idea how he was going to fix this.