𝐁𝐔𝐆𝐁𝐎𝐘 - peter parker 3 ✔︎

01.

MY NAME is Gemma Stacy (16), daughter of the active NYPD captain.

For as long as I could remember my sister, Gwen (17), and I were best friends, though we are kind of the total opposites. She dressed like a perfect main character in a movie and I dressed comfy and in dark colours like a side character. We both went to Midtown Science High School and work at Oscorp Industries.

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My alarm went off, causing me to groan and pull the covers up over my head. I reached my arm out blindly, slamming down on the clock, but it didn't shut up after a few tries. I rolled my eyes, sitting up. I pressed the off button, standing up and fixing my clothes around, after tossing and turning during the night.

I grabbed my brush off my dresser, fixing my hair for the day. I did the rest of my morning routine, wearing a tight, brown, long sleeve and black wide jeans. I picked my bag off the ground, making sure I had what I needed. I threw it over my shoulder, leaving my room and seeing Gwen eating at the table.

"Mornin'." I greeted my sister and mother as she handed me my plate. I sat down beside Gwen, eating quickly.

"Good morning, Gem."

Once we both finished, we were driven to school. Gwen and I were only 10 months apart, so we were still in the same grade, but not all the same classes. (pretend that made some sense)

I headed down the halls to my locker, as she followed behind. I turned the knob on the lock, opening it. "What do you have first?" I turned my head to her while she unlocked her locker right next to me.

"I have science." She shrugged. "How 'bout you?"

"English. Wanna go outside before class?" I offered, putting my English notebook in my cross-body school bag.

"Sure." Gwen smiled as we both shut our locker in unison. I fixed the strap on my shoulder, moving a piece of hair out of my eyes.

We strode outside, sitting down on a picnic-table-like bench. She sat down normally as I plopped down onto the table piece, sitting crisscrossed. I placed my bag down, taking it off to get comfortable since class wouldn't start for a bit.

"Is Flash coming over again?" I sighed.

"I'll have to ask, I guess." She shrugged her shoulders. "Why?"

"Because he obviously is trying to get into your pants because he can't keep it in his!" I scoffed, moving my hair over my shoulders.

"No, he is not. He just needs help with school." Gwen denied, shaking her head before we heard oohing and awing. We turned our heads, seeing a crowd, surrounding Flash. "Speaking of the devil."

We both grabbed our stuff, standing up. We walked over, and I stayed in the crowd, looking at the boy Flash had just beat up. I think his name was Peter, and it looks like he stepped up for Gordon from what people around were whispering. Meanwhile, Gwen went over to the athlete.

"Who wants one more? One more! Huh? Huh?" He yelled.

"Flash!" Gwen shouted, standing in front of him. "Flash, we still on for after school today? My house, 3:30? I hope you've been doing your homework. Last time, I was very disappointed in you."

"Hey, could we just-"

"No, Flash, how about we go to class? Hmm? How 'bout it?" She suggested just as the bell rang, and the crowd began walking away.

Gwen glanced back at Peter then me, silently telling me to head to class before I was late. It was my turn to roll my eyes. I turned around, going back inside the building.

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I was sat down, second last row in the class and I saw Peter sit behind me, across on my left side. As everyone was chatting, I turned around, deciding to speak to the boy.

"You know, what you did out there was really great." I commented and he perked his head up. "Dumb but great." I chuckled, showing my teeth. "You should go to the nurse though, you could have a concussion."

He then looked at me with a weird look on his face and I asked him a question, "What's your name?"

"You don't know my name?" He seemed a little sad when I said that.

I shook my head quickly. "No, I know your name, but do you know your name?"

"Peter... Parker. Peter Parker." He furrowed his brows, finishing as I nodded him to continue.

"Ok, good." I smiled, turning to face the front of the class before turning around again. "You should still go to the nurse later, Peter."

"You're Gemma, right?" Peter's forehead creased together.

"Gemma Stacy."

"All right." He whispered as the teacher began talking. I will admit, he was quite handsome and his lips and hair looked so... soft, I guess. God, feelings for me form so fast at the smallest actions.