The New Kid on the Block ( reader x Peter Parker)

II. Saved by the Bell

A/N: Part 2, yay! This will hopefully be longer than before, because that truly was small. If there are questions or stuff I need to add, comment, please. That would help a lot.

Peter:
Oh. My. God. I just fell. In front of an adorable, yet extremely sexy guy. SHIT. Now I have to live with him doing the most embarrassing thing, especially since I'm flipping Spider-Man, how does that happen. I hope, oh I hope that I won't see him again. Then I can finally live without cringing when I look at him.
He then stood up and walked to school, staring at you in the distance.
~Time Skip~
The bell rang as Peter had gotten his stuff. Ned had walked towards him, probably excited to tell him about something with Star Wars. He then and quickly walked off, because he can barely keep the Spider-Man secret, even if he already knows. Who knows what sort of stuff could happen if he started with him. He would go on and on and on. Soon enough, he was at Pre-Calculus. Here comes the groups of the status quo, per usual. The jocks, yelling, screaming, laughing with their voices deeper than they actually are. Next are the fake girls, with their giggles, and their phones with their, missing summer, fries before guys, all of that bullshit. Finally the nerds/geeks. It can be the extremely smart ones, the ones obsessing over old movies of books, and the theatre kids, who talk about Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet, Dear Evan Hansen, and all of that jazz. Then, after sitting dreaming about that guy for what seemed forever, the doors barged open.
Y/N:
Once you walked into the school, the busyness absorbed you. You had kept on asking kids,
"Hey, I'm new here, can you help?"
"I'm new, where's the office?"
All that happened were a few nudges, and maybe,
"No, sorry."
But for some reason, not one person knew where there own schools office was. You eventually found a teacher, who was happy to wshow you.
"Name, grade."
"Uh... Y/n y/l/n, and freshman" (this was after Homecoming btw)
"Here's your schedule." And right after that sentence, the second bell rang.
"shit..." you said right before you ran off and also right before the receptionist had yelled at you. You had ran to the area where you had thought your first class had been. You found a door that was promising, walked in, and found the locker room. Screams rang as you closed your eyes and hoped you wouldn't do that thing in the Elf movie. You successfully ran out, and whispered under your breath,
"Why the fuck do they not have room numbers in this already god forsaken school!" Soon enough after wondering around the school, a lone teacher came in your direction.
"Hey, do you need help?"
"Yeah! Very much so!" He then pointed you to your class. Once he left, you had ran, hoping the teacher wouldn't be too mad. You had opened the doors a little too hard, to make an entrance. Then, you saw him.
Peter:
Oh god, he's in this class. I don't even know his name and I'm falling head over heels over him. He's an absolute mystery who looks like a complete snack. But he also seems so bitchy, which is even better. Peter had then realized that he was staring right at you and that you were giving him a weird look. Peter had then looked away and became a large tomato from the embarrassment. He had then put his head in his arms and had tried to think that this wasn't happening. Right before that horrible period had ended, the inter com and blared,
"Parker, Peter and Y/l/n, Y/n to the office. Parker, Peter and Y/l/n, Y/n to the office. Thank you" Oh shit, I'm in such trouble! For what though!
Y/N:
Uh oh. God, I've been here and I'm already in trouble. It's my first flipping day. Now I have to go to the office. Jesus.
You and the kid who fell and stared at you has to stand in front of the whole class, and everyone knows how that goes. Ohhhs echo around the class, as you manage to get up and go to the door, still being intimidating. You and Peter, who has been silent and really awkward around you walk solemnly to the office. Once you two get there, the principal's office is open, waiting for you.
"Mr. Parker, glad to see you again. Mr Y/l/n, nice to finally meet you. Now about why you are here. Don't worry, you're not in trouble, I'm sure if it. Now, straight to the point. Peter, you will be in all of Y/n's classes." You and Peter had gone from worrisome faces, to faces which look like they had seen the bloodiest war ever.
"But since you have most of the classes together, Peter you will switch from band to choir, Spanish to French, and Y/n. You are completely capable to practice in the Decathalon, so you're doing it. Oh, and Peter, you will be doing extra curricular activities at NYU before and after school for Chemistry and Honors Abstract Algebra." (THATS ACTUALLY A THING I SEARCHED IT UP!) Now not only was Peter looking like a veteran, but now he was looking like a veteran... while looking at you. (A/N: Hey, criticism can help, as always! Thanks!)