limerence || Peter Parker imagines

ⅳ. scientific gazing.

prompt; You're in science class, and you feel someone's eyes on you.

warnings: none that i know of

word count: 3.2k

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Science has never been your strongest subject, neither has math but that's not whats important. Though, you have to admit, it is sort of funny that you go to a school solely based on the two subjects and suck at both.

Well, you don't suck at both, more so math but science is an easy class to pass. Actually, it would've been easy if it wasn't AP Physics and just good ol' regular Chemistry.

The thing is, you loved science despite it not being your strongest subject, but there's certain topics of it that you consider yourself and expert on, but being put in an classroom full of know-it-alls is nothing but frustrating since you were the odd one out, always left confused.

It just so happened to be one of those many stressful days where you were confused on what your teacher had be going on about, Fundamental forces.

The teacher had given you three days to study the unit and on Thursday, there'd be a test to see what you learned in just three days. It was day two which meant you had one more day to stress yourself out and try to at least cram together all that you attempted to learn about this pointless unit of four forces that you could careless about.

You were sitting in class, behind a girl with long dark hair, and in-front of a sort of not really friend of yours, Ned. He was nice and also really into Star Wars. You've known the boy since elementary but you never had a conversation, he just so happens to be one of those boys you've seen around and just know of his name.

Ned only talked to you if you were confused (which was all the time) on anything that the teacher was rambling about and he was so nice about helping you that you'd sometimes talk about Star Wars, though you know little about it. He also had a friend who was in this class as well, and sat directly across from him, so you can imagine the many topics you've heard them speak about.

The very said friend's name was Peter Parker. He was nice as well, always kept to himself unless he of course was talking to Ned, and incredibly cute.

You tried not to pay attention to how defined and attractive his facial features were, how curly his brown messy hair was, and how you would love nothing more than to just run your fingers through them.

And to make matters worst, the boy had freckles splattered across the bridge of his slightly crooked nose, and oh how brown those doey, soft eyes were. It was safe to assume you one hundred precent had a an irresistible crush on him.

But, that's not the point. The point is, you hate this AP class and you'd wish the thirty minutes would go by more faster.

Not only that, but there was this strange feeling of someone watching you, like always.

You felt as if every time you were in this classroom, there was always somehow a pair of eyes on you and no matter how many glances you send to each and every student in that classroom, you could never find the culprit which made you think you were going crazy.

You weren't, but you didn't know that.

To be fair, you actually did try to pay attention to the class notes, but there was someone staring at you, their gaze so intense you could practically feel it on your skin.