Idiosyncratic || Peter Parker ||

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Sweat beaded on Isabelle's forehead and her grip tensed around the pen connected to the paper. She was going to hurl. Feeling the cold sweats, light headedness and lurching of her stomach it was only a matter of time before she had to dash out of english and vomit up all she had eaten for breakfast. This would be the first time she wouldn't be able to keep it down, it was slowly bubbling up and she knew she'd have to leave soon.

Her hand shot into the air, she hadn't listened to the question Mrs Winterhalter had asked the class, nor did she care. "Isabelle?" She pointed, kindly glancing at the girl in the centre of class. All eyes turned to her as they waited for her to speak, "Can I go to the bathroom, please." Her voice cracked lightly, it was the only class -aside from study- she hadn't shared with either Peter, Ned or even Michelle which she was silently grateful.

She didn't want to worry Peter. And she most definitely didn't want him to rain-check their date tonight. "Of course." The older woman smiled kindly and nodded curtly. Isabelle stood up from her chair swiftly, the legs scraping against the classroom floor with an unpleasant whine as she quickly darted out of the room. Her hand cupped her mouth as if it would help keep the vomit back until she reached the toilets.

Barely making it into the bathroom, she slid into a stall letting her stomach heave up all the contents. She was glad no one was in there with her otherwise they'd have to put up with the disgusting sounds of her spluttering and dry heaving. Her bones ached with every movement, her head ached every moment of the day and it only seem to amplify as the day continued. It was harder to smile and keep up the facade she tried to so hard to put on for Peter and Ned.

Nonetheless she still braved it for the rest of the day, the only incident being during english. Isabelle stacked her books carefully in her locker as the sounds of chattering students escalated her head ache further. She opened her leather bound book, looking at the remaining numbers left on her list - ten names remained - before shutting it and tucking it under her arm. Between now and the end of the day, she should technically know who Spider-Man is, and she will most definitely know but whether or not she decides to tell Tony is another thing.

Peter walked up to her in the hallway, a smile on his face as his eyes fell on her, "hey." He greeted eagerly, making Isabelle smile upon hearing his giddy voice. Peter once again, woke up with a grin on his face, he was excited yet also anxious to be going on his kinda-planned-but-still-has-no-idea-where-to-go date with Isabelle. There was a nagging feeling in his stomach he couldn't seem to shake off, a fear that after tonight he could potentially screw up his chance with her simply because he hadn't experienced a date before. What he didn't know was that it didn't matter what he did, Isabelle would love it either way, because she too hadn't ever been on a date before.

"Hey Pete, so... what're we doing tonight?" She closed shut her locker, grabbing the necessary books for her next class. Peter looked at her wide eyed, gulping and beginning to panic. He hadn't thought of anything actually, a few ideas came to mind but he wanted to impress her and he couldn't do that if they hung out like they usually did. "U-umm... well I- heh- I actually..." he stammered, trailing off in panic, his heart beating fast and his gut starting to tingle. It didn't matter that last night he had Aunt May running him through the basics of a first date and what a girl wants - but Isabelle wasn't a normal girl at all - and how to treat her so that she is keen for a second date.

Isabelle giggled lightly, snapping him out of  his panic induce trance. "There's this cute little arcade like seven blocks away from our apartments? I haven't been yet." She suggested coyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Isabelle always enjoyed being around Peter, so it didn't matter what they did. Somehow when she was around him, he distracted her from the pain, his goofy smile, his slicked hair to hide the curls underneath, his young naive eyes and the way they widened at the slightest of things, how his sweet voice sounded whether he was angry, annoyed or happy. Peter Parker altogether was the biggest distraction for Isabelle, he could take her away from her other life, her life as an avenger in training.