Peter B Parker x Miguel O'Hara oneshots

Highschool PT. 3

This is short. I just wanted to pop in for a little and post something.
Oneshot made by me.
Song for the story: u. By Niteboi (I recommend listening to the ones that have lyrics)
Enjoy!
(Maybe a little angsty idk)
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"Now I would advise you to go to your class as well." He sighed before resuming to limp down the hallway.
Peter felt a slight bit of sympathy for the man but obliged and roamed over to his class.
He was baffled about why Miguel was irritated all of a sudden but inferred it was due to the injury he'd gotten. So he walked down the hall and into his next class, just believing the two would be able to talk later that day. School was boring as always until the free period, their 6th period. Lunch was right before that period so Peter decided to just wait in there after he quickly ate his food. He decided to wait in the library. But.. Miguel never showed up.
That confused Peter because the last time he checked; Miguel did not like being late for anything. And he would've told Peter that he wouldn't be there on time, or at all, before tutoring. So it felt weird knowing he was tardy to the lesson.
After some time, someone reached the library door. But it wasn't Miguel.
"Hey, my name is Jessica. Jessica Drew. I'm Miguel's friend. I'm here to tutor you today." She was a tall woman, her big poofy hair being tied up into a bun. She was currently wearing a red long-sleeved shirt with black pants and red shoes.
"Wha- where's Miguel?" Peter was confused about why Miguel wasn't there, he was literally inside the school.
"He's not feeling it today. He said he'll try tomorrow. Look, man, he's a bit aggravated at the moment." She informed, taking out her notebooks and binder.
Aggravated? What is he angry about?
"Why is he—"
"We're losing time. Let's start already!" Jessica, interrupting Peter, gave a quick smile before opening her binder.
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It was the end of the school day, and Peter was trying to quickly sprint to Football practice. While running over to the field, he noticed someone limp by him.
"Miguel?" Peter asked out loud.
Miguel gave the boy a glance before turning his gaze back down the hall.
"Miguel! Why weren't you at the library?" Peter looked concerned about him and wanted to know if he had done anything wrong.
"I was busy."
"Busy how?"
"I can't keep getting distracted. It almost cost the game."
"What?"
"I fell while doing a trick. I would've done better if I used my off period to TRAIN instead of tutoring YOU." Miguel snapped.
"Well excuse ME. You agreed to it." Peter rolled his eyes.
"It's not my fault you're so stupid. I thought this was EXTRA help not just teaching you new things. You should've known half of what we're doing by FRESHMAN year!" Miguel's voice rose, and he started to limp back down the hallway.
"Woah, You didn't have to call me stupid. You could just be bad at gymnastics or whatever you do." Peter sighed.
"Sorry?" Miguel turned his head around to look Peter in the eye.
"I said, you could just be bad at gymnastics." Peter innocently repeated. Not knowing what he said was rude to Miguel.
"If I wasn't restrained by these crutches, I would beat you up right now. Count your days Peter. You just lost your tutor." Miguel turned back around and limped back down the hall.
"Wait- what? WAIT I'M NOT SAYING YOU'RE BAD LIKE THAT! YOU JUST GOTTA PRACTICE...!" Peter yelled. But Miguel wasn't having it, he was trying to quickly get far away from Peter.
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Miguel angrily sat on the benches in the gymnasium. Watching everyone else practice.
Stupid jock. Saying I'm bad at gymnastics. I would like to see him try this.
But the thought of not helping him lingered inside of him. Yes, he was angry at the loss, and he was very angry at what Peter said. But not helping him and letting the teachers down, it would hurt him. He is a stickler after all. So if he must tutor him, he will. But he will make Peter's life harder.

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How saddddd. Hey guys I'm back for now. This is part 3/5 maybe 6. Yeah my friend and I kinda abandoned this until I saw some of y'all's comments. Give some ideas for more stories then maybe I'll be able to get my friend to write.