Tom Holland/Peter Parker

I heard That P.P

Imagine: You are always quiet in math, a class you happen to share with Peter Parker. Once you finally muster the courage to speak up, Peter finds a type of excuse so he can spend more time with you.

Warning: Nothing Bad :)

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Your fingers cramped as you attempted to write the answer before the timer at the front of the class went off. Several groans could be heard around the room as the renown alarm bounced off the walls of the quiet room. You rubbed your tired eyes beneath your glasses in hope that it would somehow get rid of the slight sleepiness that began to claw at them. Nevertheless, you began gliding your pen over your answers with concentration in attempt to find any mistakes.
"Alright then," Coach Johnson, your Maths teacher spoke enthusiastically, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Who's up first?"
The room remained silent as heads lowered to look down towards their work. Coach's voice was louder this time, sounding slightly more impatient, "Any volunteers? No? Alright then. You're up, Parker."
A loud slam rang through the room once Coach called Peter's name. Your eyes flickered from the white paper below you to the nuisance which arose from the back of the classroom. Letting out a light laugh at the paper which floated towards the floor, you could tell Peter had been caught off guard. Shifting your eyes back to Coach, you watched as he raised a marker towards the back of the room, waiting for Peter to take it from his hand.
Slowly, Peter shuffled his way towards the front of the classroom. He looked the same as always— adorning a dark grey flannel, some cheap jeans, shitty vans and well-kept hair.
Popping the lid with ease, he began writing below the equation in silence as less than half of the class continued to watch on. Your eyes flickered from the board down to your book, your eyebrows scrunching slightly as you gazed back up to the ink on the board. Hesitantly, you raised your hand.
"Yes, (Y/L/N)?" Coach asked distractedly. His surprised eyes trailed form Peter's work, to your hand, surprised that you wanted to speak during class time.
"Aren't we supposed to carry the C? Not the Y?" Your voice was uncertain, wavering slightly as you became unsure of your initial question.
The low mumbling across the class stopped as people heard your voice, some even for the first time. Your question was followed by a long pause of silence, even Peter had stopped his work to look towards you. Subconsciously, you began clicking the pen in your hand, forcing your eyes away from your classmates and focussing on your teacher who was looking over the half of the whiteboard which was covered with Peter's calculations.
"Well, would you look at that! Peter, I'm tapping you out. (Y/N), you're up." Coach said smoothly, his head tilting to the side, before spinning around to Peter.
Sliding down from your seat, you walked towards the front of the classroom. A quick smile flashed across Peter's face as he passed you the marker, locking eyes for several seconds. Letting out a slow sigh you recognised how the brown of his eyes melted together with specks of yellow and green. Clearing your throat, you moved past him. You attempted to write as fast as you could, trying to work around Peter's mistakes by rubbing out the ink with your fingers as you went.
Letting out a breath of air, you stepped back to observe your work. Nodding to yourself, you turned around to face the class. Your feet coming to an abrupt stop as you realised that majority of the classrooms fascinated eyes fell on you.
"Damn," a deep voice mumbled from the back of the room, causing a chorus of chuckles to follow.
Your eyes widened as you moved back to your seat. Thankfully, the bell rung before anything else could happen.
"Don't forget- algebra quiz on Tuesday, I want 100% attendance," Coach called out to those who sprinted from class.
Taking your time, you grabbed your textbook from the desk, sweeping your other equipment into your backpack lazily. By the time you made it to the hallway, most people had already shoved their belongings into their lockers and had made their way to the cafeteria.
Placing your earphones on, you began walking down the stairs towards the gardens, dodging others as you went.
"Yeah- but, just don't- stop," hushed a voice slightly above you. Coming to a halt, you turned suspiciously, your glaring eyes softening as your eyes were met with warm, brown ones.
"Hi (Y/N), uhm," Peter cleared his throat, looking slightly flustered as he twisted frantically to look behind him. "I mean woah, you were like a genius back there."
Chuckling nervously, he rolled his eyes he reached his hand out, as if having an internal battle with himself. You, however, stood there silently watching him deliberate his next move.
"I mean not that you're not a genius now, but, I just-" Peter huffed, causing you to let out a quiet giggle.
"I get it, Parker. Did you need something?" You questioned, genuinely concerned nodding your head towards him.
"Well, I- uh, we, I mean werewonderingifyouwouldjointheteam?"
Raising your eyebrow, you watched as Peter began cracking his knuckles and pulling at his finger nails, obviously a nervous habit.
"Peter," you chuckled. Lowering both of your hands, you indicated for him to take a deep breath. "Would ya' remind repeating that one more time in English?"
Clearing his throat with a dry cough, Peter swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in the process as he attempted to meet your eyes.
"We, the team- the Decathlon team, I mean- we were just wondering why, I mean if, you would join the team?" His hopeful tone matching his glistening eyes perfectly.
"Nah, man. That's a hard pass from me," you spoke monotonous. Maintaining a serious voice, you stopped as soon as you observed Peter's face fall.
"Oh- shit. I mean, sorry. I shouldn't have asked, how stupid of me, I-" Peter said. He began stumbling over his words, murmuring incoherent sentences to himself in an apologetic tone.
"Peter?" You asked, a faint smile growing on your face as he looked up to you, his bright eyes now slightly dulled.
"Yeah?" he responded, looking down towards the bottom of the stairs, where you stood.
"Of course I'm gonna join!" You laughed lightly, causing Peter to bite down on his lip, forcing his toothy grin to be covered by them. Coughing loudly, Peter folded his arms coolly.
"Oh cool... um, cool. I guess I'll see you around then, later, you know?" Peter smiled, remaining composure. Once you nodded slowly at his odd behaviour, a perplexed look crossed your face which only caused Peter to cringe more on the inside as he walked away.
Turning around, you moved down the final step to push the door open before hearing a loud, high-pitched cheer. Surprised and slightly intrigued you called out a knowing, "I heard that."
You chuckled to yourself as you heard a faint 'God dammit!' before you pushed your way out of the school doors.

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