Hi, Again | Peter Parker/ Spider-Man | ✔

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The shrill noise of my phone's alarm started blaring out from under my pillow, resulting in me shooting up into a sitting position and to blink rapidly at my purple walls. I reached under my pillow and finally turned off the annoying noise, tossing the phone back down beside me. It was six in the morning on a Monday. It was also the first day of my Junior year and I wanted to look decent for it. The longer I sit here, though, the longer I debate if I should even try.

I sighed loudly and threw the covers off of my legs, finally standing from the bed. I flip my bedroom light on and stepped up to my vanity, flicking the small light around my mirror on, along with my curling wand. I quickly went into the bathroom, doing my usual business before returning to my room and sitting down on the small stool in front of my vanity.

I applied my normal makeup and loosely curled my hair, taking in my appearance. Shrugging, I flipped off all of the lights and devices I had turned on as I stood from the stool, making my way over to my closet. I stood there, staring at the clothes in front of me. Honestly, I should have done this last night before I fell asleep.

I huffed and looked at the small clock hanging beside my bedroom door, seeing that I still had about twenty minutes before I had to leave. I frowned, pushing clothes to the side, finally pulling out a pair of black skinny jeans and a loose fitting blue t-shirt. I reached down and grabbed my white Converse, tossing those on top of the bed along with the clothes.

"Peyton, are you almost ready?" I heard my mom call out, causing me to sigh quietly.

"Almost. I'll be in there in a second."

I took one last look in the mirror before slinging my purse over my shoulder and making my way into the kitchen, the smell of pancakes instantly hitting my nose. My mom would always make me pancakes on the first day of school, a small tradition we had started when I was in second grade, when I learned I absolutely loved pancakes.

"Smells great," I smiled, seeing a plate already made for me, "Don't you think I'm getting too old for this?"

"You'll never be too old for this. Not even when you start college." mom chuckled.

I playfully rolled my eyes and sat down in front of her, pouring some syrup on the pancakes.

"Why do you never hang out with Peter anymore?" she suddenly asked, "You two used to be inseparable, but I haven't seen him since your Freshman year."

I slowly put the syrup back down and cleared my throat, "Um, he- well, I, uh," I sighed loudly, "I don't really know. We just stopped hanging out."

Mom studied me, opening her mouth to reply, only for dad to cut her off when he walked into the kitchen, "I smell pancakes!"

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I shut my top gray locker before turning and leaning up against it, my schedule in my hands.

First period: English
Second period: World History
Third Period: Spanish
Fourth Period: Chemistry
Fifth Period: Economics and Personal Finance
Lunch
Sixth Period: Study Hall
Seventh Period: Photography

"Hey! Is that your schedule?"

I jumped and looked up, seeing Summer smiling down at me. Nodding, I handed it over to her, hearing her sigh loudly, "We have lunch together."

"Just lunch?" I frowned, looking up at her as she handed me back the slip of paper.

She nodded in reply, "Yeah, but at least you get all of the boring classes out of the way. All of mine are at the end of the day."

I laughed and nudged her with my elbow, "More like I get to sleep through all of the boring classes."

Summer chuckled and shook her head, "It's a wonder you're passing."

"I have to if I want to stay on the team."

"Speaking of!" she stated rather loudly, "Are you ready for try-outs today? I have no doubt that you'll make it; you're our best player."

"Oh, shut up," I laughed, hearing the warning bell go off, "I'm gonna head to class. See you at lunch." I told her before making my way to the correct hallway.

As I turned the corner, I instantly ran into something rather hard. I gasped and gripped onto the persons shirt, their hands gripping my waist tightly. I looked up, meeting a pair of familiar brown eyes. Brown eyes that are usually hidden behind glasses. I furrowed my brows and tilted my head slowly, only to jolt back into reality as they let me go.

"S-sorry about that." Peter stuttered, looking down at the ground before moving around me and continuing down the hall.

I turned and watched him, seeing him glance back once before he turned another corner. I shook my head slightly before turning and making my way into the classroom, a sigh escaping my lips. I should have never let myself drift away from Peter. Especially not for some fake friends and a sport.

I took a seat in the back of the classroom, leaning back against my chair. Who knows? Maybe I can try and fix things this year.