Marvel Imagines

[Pt. 1] Mysteries and Confessions (Peter Parker *TASM* X Reader)

A/N: Again, title sucks. Oh well.

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"Look who it is, fellas! L/N decided to show herself today!" The all too familiarly nagging voice of Midtown High's infamous bully chides you from down the hallway aways, making you bristle.

I show up to school every single day, Flash. This isn't news to anyone.

"Indeed I did!" You turn towards him with such a forced smile it makes your face hurt. "But it's about time you start to pull up those grades of yours, hm?"

A scowl falls across facial features of the bully now practically hovering over you.

"My grades are none of your business, L/N."

"Oh yeah? Then my punctuality isn't any of yours."

The sound of the bell ringing echoes in your adrenaline pounding head, and as Flash and his gang turn to leave, tossing you yet another series of venomous glares, you find yourself exhaling a sigh of relief.

"That could've gone sideways real quick, you know that right?" Another familiar voice chuckles from beside you suddenly, pulling a startled gasp of surprise from you.

"Peter, geez! Warn me next time you appear out of nowhere like that!" You protest with a laugh, your paces hurriedly falling in sync with the newcomer.

"Sorry," He mumbles, tossing you a lopsided smirk. "I can't help it."

You just huff a reply as the pair of you stroll into one of the many classes you have together this semester, this one happening to be Science.

"Mr. Parker, Ms. L/N. Just in the nick of time," The teacher from behind his desk nods as you quickly take a seat, the bell signaling the beginning of classes filling the classroom.

"Alright folks, pull out your textbooks and turn to page 84. Today's lesson is all about the cold blooded."

You sigh, reaching to your side where you'd laid your backpack earlier and beginning to rummage around for the thicker textbook of the bunch.

And while you're searching for the desired book, you can't help but frown as Peter twists in his chair to face you, a look of humor on his features.

"What's it to you?" You tease, a mock scolding to your tone as his brown eyes widen in feigned offense.

"We're still on for 7:30 tonight, right?" Peter murmurs, hastily glancing forward at the chalkboard up front, the surface already being filled with notes.

"For the English project?"

"Sure, we can do that, too."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes as the you finally manage to find your Science textbook and place it on your desk, quickly bringing yourself up to speed.

"I'll pick you up at 7:00, that way we have time to-"

"Mr. Parker!"

Both you and Peter freeze on instinct, raising your gazes toward the front of the classroom, the man in the lab coat clearly unimpressed by your chatter.

"Sorry Mr. Langford," Comes the muttered reply.

And soon enough, you find yourself being forcefully caught up in the lecture, thoughts too busy to contemplate much else than copying notes.

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The school day had ended quicker than you'd expected, but because the school day was over doesn't mean the work was.