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

III. So It Begins

A/N: Hey y'all, guess what? Over 20 people have read this! I'm so happy for only three parts of the story! Thank you all sooo much!

Peter:
"How in the hell are you in NYU?!? This isn't just a thing that happ-"
"Okay, first off, don't yell, the principal is right down there and wouldn't be happy to see and hear this. Second off, this isn't tutoring, this is you looking out for me, which is the a stupid ass decision. Now, time for the real stuff. You are not my friend, you can't talk to me like that. I'm not here for friends, I'm here for my mom and I so I can get money. So you are stuck with me, but you can't talk talk to me, you can't goggle at me like you did in English like before, so you can fuck off and forget about me, okay? Now I'm leaving." And just like that he was gone. God I messed this up. I was just so excited feel real emotions with someone, now I messed it up, first it was Liz and that whole fiasco, and now this. God I'm a hopeless fucking romantic.
Y/N:
Holy shit, I just did that. You were in the bathroom around the corner sitting in a stall. You were kinda freaking out because you actually did that. You couldn't exactly feel if it was a good thing or not. I guess you let all your emotions out on him because they made your dad and excuse to be put on parole. But I really shouldn't have put it out on Peter. He's such a nice cute guy and I just screwed this up. I guess that I'll just live with the fact that I won't have any friends . That's what happened in the end with Minneapolis . It's all because of your best friend, Olivia . She had been your best friend since 2nd grade, that's 9 years, 9! And what did she do, she slept with your fucking crush . That one guy you had been trying to get him to acknowledge for just about EVER . And at a party, she decides to hit that . You had just wanted to take a nap from the drinks messing with your brain . So, you went to the guest bed, and guess who was there? Olivia and your Fucking Crush . You were hammered, but not too hammered to realize that she was doing the nasty. Now you were in the bathroom, crying because you feel like a complete douche bag for putting all of your emotions on that innocent, cute, nice, and extremely smart Peter. After that thought, there was this musical charm in the background, followed by a large amount of noise, so, assumingly so, it was the bell. Next class was Choir, which was with Peter now, I guess. You walk around the school aimlessly, but then you find Peter. He's walking away from your direction, but not meaningfully. You walk in his direction, but slow enough so that you won't run into him while you daydream, which you do normally. The choir teacher, Ms. Reeves, had introduced you to the class, which you didn't respond to. You just simply sit and sing. And after a while, you turn around and see Peter, sitting down, looking down, with puffy eyes and pink cheeks. You know this is because of you, so you leave. You stand up and leave. Before you leave completely, you see him. His green eyes mixed with parts of blue, all wet and damp. You then turn and run. That's all you wanted to do. You ran straight to the principal's office.

"W-why did you put Peter with me? I mean, he's been crying because he is stuck with me. Like actually. He has to be me partner, my compadre, just because of my dad. I know that you're doing this, because my dad got blown up in city in the Middle East, and I get all of sh- I mean stuff for it. 'Oh, I'm so sorry.' He's in my prayers.' I'm sorry if this does offend you, but I just want to be a normal new kid, who is able to go to school and live their life without and hassle. Please, take Peter off with me."

"You don't understand Mr. Y/L/N. There were a few amount of people earlier this year had signed a waver saying that if they had been asked to do this, they would. Plus, I personally believe that Peter would absolutely enjoy your company and he has excelled in his classes, so he would enjoy taking classes in NYU. I'm glad that you had come to chat over this 'dilemma' but I think you should leave now, and if you had talked about this with him, I think that he owes you an apology, because he had told me beforehand, he was excited for an event with this" Oh shit, this was an issue. Now I'm a bitch who just ruined this kids school days. You leave and go straight to the next class, French.
" Je suis très pardon Mr. Parker." (I am so sorry Mr. Parker)
"C'est d'accord." (It's okay.)
"C'est ne d'accord pas." (It's not okay)
"Okay, I'm done with French. I'm sorry Parker. I'm sorry. I'm still not your friend, not yet at least. But I do want for you not to hate school anymore, and I'm sorry I pulled you from all your classes."

~Time Skip~

You were walking home, feeling giddy after you got Peter's phone number. The only downside was that you missed your bus. You live 28 blocks away. This was truly a grueling process. Walking faster past the sketchy alleys, and, at times, flip off drivers who move too fast, and listen to music while staring at Peter's contact, not texting, just staring. When you got distracted, per usual, and you here this slight whisper,
" Sup little boy, goin' somewhere?"
Then there were hands on your mouth and hips before you were dragged into the dark unknown.

A/N: OMG! Guys there are so many of you then I expected. Around 50 and I'm so happy. THANK YOU!