Tom Holland And Peter Parker Imagines

Peter - You find out his secret

"And tell me what 7 squared is...?" your teacher says, turning to the class, her eyebrows raised. Your hand shoots up but then a voice rings out on your left.

"The answer is 49."

You turn around and glare heatedly at the source.

Peter Parker shrugs, smirking at you and you roll your eyes, turning away. You'll get it next time.

Peter Parker is your sworn enemy. You have hated each other since you were little, being rivals in pretty much everything.

He is the only person who can match your brains and it annoys the hell out of you.

There was one thing you used to be able of beat him at. Sports. Every time you had gym class, you wouldn't hesitate to throw it in his face, that you were faster, stronger and generally more sporty than him.

Until a few weeks ago. Suddenly, he was able to beat you in basketball, pass you in swimming and overtake you in running. You had no idea what was up with him and you hated it. Suddenly, all the girls fancied him because he was hot, and all the boys wanted to be his friends because he was 'cool'. Everyone liked him. Except you.

Now, as you sit in maths fuming, you make a silent vow to yourself. You are going to find out what is up with Peter.

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That night, you are walking along a deserted New York street, grumbling to yourself. You were supposed to get some milk on the way back from school, but you forgot since you were so busy plotting a way to catch Peter Parker in the act. Now, you mom has sent you out in the cold to go get the milk.

Stuffing you hands deeper into you pockets, you cross the stretch and are about to enter the small corner shop on the other side when a hand grabs your wrist. Your eyes widen and you start to scream before a hand slaps over your mouth.

You squirm as you are tugged into a deserted alleyway and slammed roughly against the wall.

"Scream again and you die," mutters your captor, who's face is hidden in shadow from his hood. He holds up a knife, which glints ominously in the moonlight. You nod your head furiously, fear flooding through you.

Your captor smiles and yanks his hood back. "Good. Now give me your phone, wallet and anything else valuable."

Your chest heaves up and down in steady breathing as you fumble in you pockets of the things he asked for.

He smiles again, his dark eyes glittering and you can't help but shudder. "Good. Now..." He raises a hand and slowly strokes the side of your face. You jerked away from him and he chuckles, holding up the knife.

"Remember this? Ah, yes, well, from now on, you are going to do what ever I say, or this goes in your stomach."

You eyes widen and you begin to strugged again when a voice sounds behind the man.

"Now, that's not very nice."

The man spins around, only to be thrown away from you, landing halfway down the alley. Another figure stands over him, ruffling through his pockets. Spider-Man

You shakily take a step forward as Spider-Man walks back over to you, holding out your phone and wallet. "Here you-" he start to say before freezing as moonlight falls on your face.
"(Y/N)?" Spider-Man asks in shock before the man who attacked you leaps to his feet and rushes at him.

Spider-Man jerks as the man fumbles at the back of his mask, ripping of his head. He instantly ducks, shadowing his face and spins around, pushing the guy as hard as he can. Your captor falls backwards, knocked out cold and Spider-Man instantly retrieves his mask from your captor's limp hand.

However, just before he is about to pull it over his head, you catch a glimpse of his face and your eyes widen in shock.

"P-Peter?" you stutter, your knees instantly feeling weak. What the hell?

Spider-Man's showers sag and he slowly pulls his mask back off, revealing the brunette boy you used to despise.

"Uh..., hi (Y/N)," he says, refusing to meet your eyes.

"What is going on?" you mumble, collapsing heavily against the wall. "Did I hit my head or something?"

Peter, steps forward, his arms tentatively encircling your waist, steadying you. "No, you didn't. I really am Spider-Man."

You shake your head, closing you eyes. "But...how?"

Peter sighs. "It's a long story. I'll tell you all about it once I get you home."

You nod your head tiredly, too dazed to take anything in. "OK."

Peter chuckles to himself as he pulls his mask back on and picks you up bridle stile. "Well, I guess we're not enemies anymore."

You raise an eyebrow. "Oh no, we're still enemies. This only changes one thing."

"And what's that?" he asks as he begins to walk towards the street. You lay your head back and close your eyes.

"You cheated. So I win."

Sorry, this one was really bad!!! I was planning to do the High School Crush (Pt.4) but then it got deleted so I had to rewrite it all over again and it isn't finished.