Peter Parker x Reader

Like I do(Parts 1, 2 & 3)

A/N- All credit goes to the writer peterrrparkour on Tumbler

Pairings ---> Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You were a cheerleader, a very smart one, which was... unexpected, to say the least. But what to do... be a smart kid... or be an airhead cheerleader?

Warnings-

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You snatched your graded chemistry test from your teacher before anyone around you could sneak a peek. Trying to be casual, you slipped the paper underneath the lab table to examine it.

102%

You grinned with pride then remembered to wipe the smile off your face before someone noticed. It was too late. Your lab partner, Peter Parker, had seen your excitement and glanced down at your score scribbled at the top of the page in red pen. His face changed shape, but you sharply kicked him in the shin before he could bring any attention to you. His eyes scrunched up in confusion, and you quickly shifted away from him and covered up your test under your skirt so no one else could bear witness to it.

"Hey, Y/N, what did you get?" one of the members of your cheerleading squad swiveled around from the table in front of you to ask. You popped a bubble of chewy pink gum between your lips trying your best to act above the class.

"I got a 72%, no big deal, too busy getting ready for the game Friday to study something as lame as chemistry," you lied easily. She nodded back in agreement flashing you a peek of her test.

Meanwhile, Peter wouldn't stop staring, but he seemed to piece together the motives behind your actions. He scrawled something on a piece of notebook paper and slid it across the table for you to read.

Your fingers grazed over the top of his, causing your cheeks to flush a light shade of pink in response. Before you even read it, you locked eyes with him and marveled at the way they seemed to glimmer when you were near. For a fleeting moment, you let yourself get lost in each other; it was like you were alone together despite the loud classmates surrounding you.

You reminded yourself to snap out of it; you were dating the quarterback, and Peter was pretty low on the social ladder. You skimmed over his note, that read:

You've gotten at least a 100% on every single test, why do you dumb yourself down for them?

Your cheeks reddened at his observation; you didn't know that he had seen your previous scores too. Embarrassed, you broke eye contact and picked up your pen to write back the response you had been rehearsing in case anyone ever found out your secret.

Being smart doesn't exactly qualify you as cool if anything it makes you an outcast.

You handed the slip back to him and watched as he cringed in disappointment at your answer. Why did he even care? You felt annoyed that he even had to ask; of course, you couldn't be popular and ranked 1st in the class. They just didn't mix well.

You expected him to write some comment back about embracing your true self, but instead, he tore the note in half. He handed the remnants to you underneath the table and squeezed your hand comfortingly as he passed them to you sending a shockwave of electricity through you.

Your jaw dropped a few inches, but he just flashed you a knowing smile to ease your worries. You realized there might be more to Peter Parker than what everyone else assumed.

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As lunchtime rolled around, your shoulders tensed up as your boyfriend slid into the seat next to you casually slinging an arm over your body protectively. You hated with a passion how he made you feel like nothing more than just a trophy. Your relationship consisted of basically everything he wanted; you clinging to his side as his own personal cheerleader. It seemed unfair to you that he never returned the favor and supported you, but that's the way it was with every girl in your squad. So, you kept your lips sealed on the subject.