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 wetting them with his tongue, and tossing them behind him 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 quickly.

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. Very close, though. Make sure to pay a little closer attention. But, good job, Peter," 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 her (y/n)'s head.

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

He ignored himself.

His staring was interrupted by another tiny paper ball bouncing off of 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 eye's trailed down to the 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 fairly 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 right 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 your bullies," 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.