You'd think being Norman Osborn's daughter, you'd have lots of friends and everyone would like you. That wasn't the case for Y/n Osborn. Ever since she and her brother had gone to a normal school, she had been bullied. However, she did make a few fr...
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THE SUN WAS up, hiding beneath the clouds that filled the slight blue-ish-grey sky that was up and above the civilians in the city of New York. Chatters could be heard all around the Columbia University. School buses could be seen as it was parked in the parking lot of the large school, high school students all over the place, showing they were here on a field trip.
A teacher stood in front of the crowd of teenagers as he began to lead his class towards the large building, college students standing around by the front, minding their own business.
A nice black, fancy car drives up just in front of the building and below some stairs that the high schoolers were venturing up on. Inside, a man sat by the driver's seat, wearing a suit. And in the back sat Y/n Osborn, right in-between her brother, Harry Osborn, and her father, Norman Osborn.
The girl reached up with her hand and pushed the glasses she wore upwards as it had slowly been sliding down her nose, considering she was looking down. A book laid in her hand, her e/c eyes reading the words on the paper, taking notice of how the car was parked in front of the university, her classmates just up ahead.
"Charles, can we drive around the corner, please?" Harry asks, speaking up.
Norman furrows his brows. "Why? The entrance is right there."
"Dad, these are public-school kids." Harry reminds. "Y/n and I are not showing up for the field trip in the Rolls."
"What, you want me to trade in my car for a Jetta just because you flunked out of every private school I sent you to, and then somehow got your sister kicked out as well?" Norman questions.
"It wasn't for me." Harry argues.
"Of course it was. Don't ever be ashamed of who you are." Norman tells him, resting his hand on his daughter's shoulder, causing her to look up. "That goes for both of you."
Harry sighs. "I'm not ashamed of who I am. It's just..."
"Just what, Harry?" Norman asks.
Harry shakes his head. "Forget it."
Not wasting another second, he opens up his side of the car door, stepping out before he turns and holds his hand out for his sister. Y/n takes her brother's hand, her book closed after placing her bookmark inside and stepping out, her sneaker covered shoe meeting the concrete beneath her. Y/n glasses covered eyes glanced around of all the people, Harry doing the same, seeing a familiar brunette just ahead, but behind the class of students.
"Pete!" Harry calls.
The said boy turns around as Y/n follows her brothers gaze. There, stood Peter Parker, his blue eyes landing on the Osborn girl, a smile instantly making it's way to his face. For as long as he could remember, ever since he met Y/n Osborn, he's had a crush on her and it never went away. Y/n smiles back as her and Harry walk over to their friend, the girl clutching her book in her hand as she stopped in-between them.
