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

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As the day passed, I realized I really had no other friends besides Summer. In every class, I had absolutely no one to talk with. I would sit in the back of the room, everyone talking to each other while I would just sit there and doodle on my notebook.

Peter wasn't even in any of my classes. I mean, I could just go by his apartment and try to patch things up, but he would probably just kick me out, honestly.

Well, he's too nice for that, but still.

Quickly stepping out of the library, where we are suppose to spend our study hall, I made my way down to my locker. I looked around, trying to find Summer in the crowded hallway. There was no sign of her, but my eyes landed on a rather familiar face. I raised an eyebrow, taking in his tall form, which was dressed quite nicely. I changed my direction, quickly walking towards him, "Harry!" I called out, causing people to look at me with confused glares.

The boy with the bright blue eyes I clearly remember turned his head to me, a bright smile taking over his face, "Well, if it isn't miss Peyton Andrews. How have you been?" he asked once I reached him, hugging me tightly.

I smiled at him when we pulled away, "Yeah, good," I chuckled, "What are you doing here?"

"I've decided I should come here to Midtown, considering you left Peter in the dust."

I blinked a couple of times, staring at the brick wall beside of us before I turned to look up at him once again, "What?"

"Yeah, Peter and I haven't stopped being friends since my father sent me to that private school. We would still call and text as much as we could. He told me all about how you tried out for the softball team, then just left him behind like he was nothing." Harry stated, raising an eyebrow down at me, "Care to explain that?"

I opened my mouth to reply, only for the warning bell to go off, "What class do you have next?"

"Chemistry."

"Shit," I sighed, "I have photography. Um, here. Text me and I'll explain." I told him, writing my number down on a torn piece of paper.

"Even though you should be explaining to Peter.." he said as he slipped the paper in his jacket pocket, backing up to leave for class, "You'll be hearing from me, Andrews."

"Sure thing, Osborn."

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I had barely made it into the correct classroom before the final bell went off, causing me to let out a breath of relief and look around the room, my eyes landing on a certain person in a blue sweater. Peter was sitting in the middle of the room, tapping his pencil against his open notebook. I bit my bottom lip and made my way to an empty table in the back, making sure to keep my head down.

I saw him glance up at me when I passed, doing a double take when he realized who it was. I could see why; I've never once been interested in photography until here recently. I would go to the top of my apartment complex and watch the sunset almost every evening, using my crappy cell phone camera to try and capture it. I've been trying to save for a more professional camera, but with always needing something new for softball, it was rather hard. I figured taking this class would help me learn what I needed to know and help decide what kind of camera to buy once I had the money.

I just hope they lend cameras to the people who don't have them, considering this class is mainly project involving, you guessed it, photography.

"Good afternoon! I'm Mrs. Addison, your official Midtown photography teacher," our teacher, an older woman with a warm tone smiled at us, "I hate to throw this on you all on the first day of school, but I have a project I want us to work on until the end of the year."

That made me furrow my brows and look around at the other students in front of me. By their reactions, I could tell that this wasn't a normal project in the class.

"I know, but I thought it would be fun to do something different while we all develop a, maybe, new friendship as the year progresses. I'm sorry to say that you will not be choosing your partners. I've made a list and once I get you all paired up, I'll begin explaining the project." she told us, turning to her desk and opening a folder, pulling out a piece of notebook paper, "I will allow each pair choose where they want to sit, so everyone up here. Once I call both of your names, choose your seat."

I glanced around at all of the people around me once everyone was standing in the front of the room, one of them my potential partner in this project. I bit my bottom lip and crossed my arms, looking down at my Converse, frowning at how they've become dirty throughout the day. I could feel someone watching me, causing me to look up and catch Peter's eyes. His cheeks dusted with a light pink before he quickly looked away, scratching the back of his neck.

"Peyton Andrews," I tore my eyes from Peter, looking at Mrs. Addison quickly, "You are partnered with Peter Parker. I expect a great project from you two." she smiled.

I looked at Peter again, seeing him slowly making his way over to me, gripping his books to his chest, "Um, you- you can choose where we sit." he murmured, motioning towards the row of tables.

I nodded slowly and lead him over to one near the back, knowing he didn't like to sit directly in the back. Unless that's changed from middle school, but I doubted that. I placed my things on the left side of the table and sat down, Peter doing the same beside of me. He kept his eyes away from me, tapping his fingers against his bouncing leg.

"Okay! This is a fairly easy project; I want you to create a scrapbook, filing it with pictures of how your friendship changes throughout the year. For example, if you don't know each other, get a shot of meeting each other. Make it creative, make it fun. I want to see the changes and what you two do throughout this year.

So, yes, you will have to hang out every evening, starting today. Plan it out with your partner so you know good times to be able to get together. If you're not able to hang out every single day, that's alright, I understand that. Just find an alternative photo to place inside of the slot for that day. 

I have multiple choices of scrapbooks up here, so if one person from each pair will come choose one before they leave, please do. Alright, I'll stop running my mouth and let you guys plan out how you want to do this. Again, have fun with it. I'm expecting every book to be different." she stated, smiling at us before sitting down at her desk.

"I'll go grab one of the books." I told Peter, quickly standing up and making my way up to Mrs. Addison's desk, looking at the variety of scrapbooks. I grabbed a dark red one, it being of my favorite color. I also knew Peter wouldn't want a girly looking one, so I figured this one would do just fine.

I took my seat again, placing the book between us, "I hope red is okay," I said, "I know your favorite color is blue, but I figured a lot of people would get blue ones." I rambled, shrugging my shoulders.

Peter nodded slightly, "Red is fine."

I repeated his action and looked over at him, "So, um, how should we do this?"