All Of Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

Chapter 34

(Y/n) was all Peter could see as he broke out into a nervous sweat in math class. The fact that Flash was boredly taking small pieces of paper and rolling them into a ball before spitballing them to "by chance" land in his hair, didn't help. He wouldn't reach Ned until this hour ended, and that was twenty minutes.

The longest twenty minutes of my freaking life, he thought bitterly.

"-and that equals what, Peter Parker?" Mrs. Warren asked, clearing her throat afterward.

The whole room's eyes turned towards him. Well, except for (y/n). He had told her that he didn't like all the eyes in him, so she avoided eye contact in situations she knew he didn't like. He was never so thankful for that conversation as he was right now.

"Umm..." he said, his eyes darting to look at the board. His eyes trailed over the problem, his brain working as fast as his eyes.

"3.78, with rounding, give or take," he said hastily.

Mrs. Warren nodded her head thoughtfully, grabbing her trusty calculator and punching in the equation before a small, smug, albeit playful, smile spread on her face.

"3.79. Excellent work off the top of your head. Make sure to pay attention," she said as she moved on.

A quiet sigh of relief left him. He turned back to the board, his eyes and ears glued to Mrs. Warren... At least for the next five minutes before they went back to (y/n)'s head.

This is stupid. She's a spy. She's not dumb, she knows you're staring, he told himself.

He then proceeded to ignore himself.

His staring was interrupted by another tiny paper ball bouncing off his forehead, and this time, his face scrunched together in annoyance. When he turned to look at Flash, he saw a wide smirk on his face. Peter's eyes trailed down to look at the corner of his lined paper, enticing him like some forbidden fruit, but before he could even move his hand, he saw (y/n) kick him underneath the tables, never taking her eyes off the board or even saying so much as a word. Flash, on the other hand, almost squeaked at the force of her kick, his hand going to rub the area of his ankle that throbbed in an attempt to soothe it. He looked up, frowning at her before looking at the board with an angry face.

The class ended soon enough, and everyone piled out quickly. Flash passed Peter and (y/n) with a huff, not giving them another glance. Once he was gone, (y/n) stood and waited for Peter. It had become part of their routine that they would walk together since (y/n)'s next class was next door to Peter's.

"Why don't you ever hit him?" she asked.

Peter looked up at her as he stood up, a bewildered look on his face.

"What?! Hit Flash? Why?" he asked her. They walked out of the room and into the busy hallway.

"Because after two months, you've done nothing, leading me to believe that this has been happening for a long time. He's distracting and clearly bothering you. So, why not hit him? You don't even have to use full strength. You could very easily get rid of him," she said.

A wave of guilt went through him. He had thought the same thing when he first got his powers. The thought of finally giving Flash his karma was a gratifying thought, but then he thought of his Uncle Ben, and the last words he ever said to him as he died in front of Peter. If Uncle Ben knew what he thought about, he'd never be able to look him in the eye when the time came, as well as smack him over the head for raising him better or something.

"Look, at one point, I did think about it. Actually, I almost did it, but I never ended up going through with it. Is Flash annoying? Yes, he's like the entire school's annoying little cousin, but he's all bark and no bite. He's harmless. I am stronger than most people, and that's something I never want to take advantage of. That's just not who I am, and all that junk," he told her.