❝You're Tony Stark, y'know? Girls tripped over themselves to be with you before you became Iron Man. Now, I don't know if you noticed, but I'm not exactly popular, or hot. Girls never looked my way unless it was to copy geometry homework off me. She...
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Nora came back to school in the second week in November, and she was already regretting it.
She came back on a Tuesday, a day she never liked, to start the day with Spanish and a very irritated Ms. Suarez. If Nora wasn't so off that day, she would've just accepted it, but with one slightly snappy reply, she had to be curtly reminded that if she heard anything like that again her backside would find itself in detention. The young teen just glared at the back of the teachers head, trying to ignore the stares her class was giving her.
The day went by quite quickly, quick enough that when lunch came around Nora was slightly confused on how the day went by so fast. After getting her food, her eyes scanned for a place to sit. Cindy still hadn't come back to school, so she realised that she was going to have to sit on her own, something she hadn't done since the start of middle school. Nora found an empty table at the back of the cafeteria, setting her stuff down and pulling out her phone. She hated being one of those people who was glued to their phone throughout lunch, but her friend had disappeared into thin air and she was getting a little sick of the stares she was collecting.
As she was scrolling through her Instagram feed, Nora heard the gentle chatter of people she recognised coming her way. Through the corner of her eye, she noticed Peter and Ned walking her way, not having noticed her yet. It was only when Peter held out an arm, blocking Ned's path did they catch a glimpse of her. Ned whispered something to his friend, who balked at him, shaking his head furiously. With wide eyes, he was pushed forward by Ned. Nora put her phone down, smiling at the two as they approached. "Hey, guys."
Peter sat in front of her, smiling as well, nerves seemingly dissipated. "Hey, Nora."
"Peter said you were sick." Ned said, setting his stuff down.
She shot him a playful look that he shrugged at. "Yeah, I was. Must've caught what Peter had." Peter feigned an insulted look as he chomped down on his apple. "Which reminds me," she dived back into her bag again, pulling out the red binder that Peter had given her two days previous. Ned smirked at Peter once the binder was on the table. "Thanks for the notes, sorry Ms. Suarez made you do that."
"Made me do what?"
"Take down the notes twice, that must've been a pain."
Ned took a look at the binder. "And that's your binder, isn't it?" he glanced at his best friend who looked like he was sweating bullets. He laughed nervously.
"Well, i-it was raining you know, I didn't want you to get soggy p-paper." Ned raised an eyebrow as he opened his milk, scoffing to himself quietly. This boy was the king of terrible excuses.
Even after that excuse, Ned noticed the slight tinge in Nora's cheeks. "Now I feel terrible for taking your binder."
And the blush creeping up Peter's neck. "Well, I gave it to you, you didn't take it."
