Peter B Parker x Miguel O'Hara oneshots

Highschool days pt.1

Made by: Me
Song for the story: We belong together by Ritchie Valens
Guys next story will be angst ;) (it's probably not gonna be part two though)
I kinda rushed the story to get it done but I promise the next will be better!
This is a different universe where they're in their teens and in highschool, a "Spidey High".. hehe.
They are juniors and are in separate clubs. Miguel is in gymnastics (but does boxing as a hobby) as well as tutor kids.
And Peter is in football who is failing classes as we speak.. let's just start the oneshot. Enjoy :)

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Miguel walked out of his math class, a few notebooks in his hand , and headed towards the library. He never bothered with using his locker, so he just always kept everything in a backpack.
He had to tutor some kids then go to the locker room for gymnastics. For his size people would assume he did football, but he never really knew how to play nor found it interesting.
"Who's the poor failing jock I'm teaching now.." he sighed, slowly walking inside the library, turning past a row of books he noticed a tall kid. Brown hair, sly look. He had muscles, since he could play football, but wasn't as buff as
O'Hara.
The brunette looked over and noticed him, a little shocked.
The two never hated each other, but they never really tolerated the other either.
"Peter."
"Miguel.." he gave off a sly grin, resting his head on his left hand.
Miguel rolled his eyes, scratching his head, "should've known you were failing you dumba-"
"Listen Angelina ballerina, I just want to learn so I can keep doing sports." Peter interrupted. Giving Miguel a serious, yet very tired, expression. He had a small beard growing, which was great since puberty took a while to show up, but that made him cocky and started flirting with almost everyone.
"Well let's start I guess. And just for the record, I'm in gymnastics, not ballet."
"Whatever elastigirl." Peter smirked again, his brow raising as he pulled out a pencil, tapping it on the library desk.
"Uhm so what do you need help with the most?" Miguel sighed, rolling his eyes at the brown haired teen.
"Uhhhh all of them.." Peter said in an annoyed tone.
Miguel shook his head and opened the first textbook.
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"We should get going now. I hope you understood everything." Miguel quickly rose up from his seat and over to the gymnasium. Gymnastics was his final period and was counted as his P.E.
He walked inside of the locker room and slipped into his gymnastics uniform.
After putting his stuff up, Miguel did some stretches before noticing a familiar face. A face he just talked to last period. Peter. His face started to heat up a little in embarrassment. The football boys had an away game and needed to get ready in the same gym as the gymnastics team.
Peter looked over and noticed Miguel, who was doing a forward stretch. 
He blushed a little before quickly looking away back at his teammates, who were mostly watching the girls or talking to one another.
Meanwhile Miguel was still a little shy with practicing in front of the jocks that would pick on any flaw you'd have. He glanced back over at Peter, who keeps glancing back him. Which made his cheeks even hotter. He scratched the back of his head, a little shocked that Peter was just watching specifically him. He did a few tricks before the gymnast coach came out to make everyone start using the equipment.
"Go ahead and form a line and do the bars then beams. I'm going to have a word with Coach Brown." She said before marching over to the football couch.
Miguel patiently stood in line, glancing at Peter ever so often before it was his turn. He did normal procedure on the bar before doing a few extra tricks. Landing, scurrying on to the beam.
Peter was just watching in awe, ignoring the two coaches bickering. He was amazed on what Miguel could do. After all he was a nerd who did gymnastics.
"Yo Peter, let's go." His teammate jokingly pushed Peter before following the rest outside to the bus stop.
Peter sighed and looked back inside, noticing Miguel make a slight wave goodbye, a small smile plastered on his face. Peter felt his heart skip a beat and face get even hotter and most likely redder. He never knew he was into guys, let alone this one.

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Guys you'll get part two later :)