So I was watching the Heathers, and I had this idea..
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Thank you so much for 1K views! This is insane! This is the greatest day of my life! All references aside, though, thank you for the amazing amount of reads! You all mean the world to me and I could never ask for more supportive people here!Peter quickly ran into the school and made his way into his first lesson, getting his stationary out of his swamp of a bag, trying not to drop the Spider-Man suit on the floor. He knocked on the door and walked inside of Math, giving the teacher a quick apology before sitting down with a sigh, looking over at Ned who was trying to finish off the homework. "Hey." He whispered. "Want some help?"
Ned gave Peter a slow half-nod before looking over at the teacher. Peter followed his gaze to see that the teacher was getting up to walk over to him. 'Oh god,' he thought, 'I'm gonna get a detention..' He breathed in and watched as they walked over, pulling down their glasses slightly. "A talk outside of the classroom, Mister Parker?" They asked, walking over to the door and holding open the door, waiting for him. He quietly got out of his chair and followed the teacher out of the class and into the hallway.
"What was it you wanted to talk about?" He asked nervously.
"Well, You've been late almost every day for the past three to four weeks.."
"About that.. I'm really, really sorry.. it's just how far I am from the school and how Aunt May doesn't wake me up because she has to go to work and then I broke my phone." He said, thinking of a random excuse.
"Right. Well, we think we have an excellent solution to your problem!"
Peter raised an eyebrow at the teacher. "What do you mean by that?"
"From now on you will be here an hour before school starts. Aunt May can wake you up then, right?"
"Well, what will I do during that time?""Easy. We have a Theatre club." They announced with a smile, making the colour drain from Peter's face.
Theatre means three things:
A clear, loud voice for singing and talking.
The ability to dance and use body language.
And worst of all, confidence.
Peter Parker, sadly, did not have the ability to act those things. He stumbled over most of the words he says, he has two left feet and can't use body language on command and he definitely does not have confidence. There was only one time when he was like that, and that was when he was Spider-Man... their play probably wasn't about his alter ego. He shook his head, his eyes widening slightly.
"N-no, thank you- for the offer, I mean.. although I don't know what else I would mean- I really don't need theatre before school to help me out."
"No, no, I'll sign you up for it tonight and call Aunt May about it. Y/N can show you the ropes tomorrow; don't be late. Don't want to make a bad first impression!" They said, excitement lacing their voice as they opened the door and went back to their desk to continue the lesson. Peter Parker breathed out for a few seconds before going back inside the classroom and sitting in his spot, slumping and huffing when he did so. Ned looked over at him with a confused face, handing him a piece of paper.
'What's up?'
It read. He just shook his head and scribbled on it, watching the teacher glaring at the computer screen before handing him the note back. He got it back almost instantly.
'Got forced to do Theatre before school every day'
'Even the weekends?' Was scribbled out so he could just barely make out each letter, which was followed by a 'damn... well, at least that Y/N girl does theatre at that time every day ;)'
'Get a drink of holy water, you're clearly thirsty.'
The notes kept passing on and on.
'Am not! I only said that because you practically drool over the sight of her. It's become Mission Impossible to steal your food, ngl'
'I'm gonna start being Smeagol with my food, now.'
'My Precioussss'
'That's my job, thank you very much.'
'Pretty sure your job is the *coughcough* Internship *coughcough*'
'Watch the teacher read this out.'
'no way.'
'It probably will happen one day, and then bam. Figured out.''I'll say it's an inside joke.'
'That wouldn't work.'
'Yeah, I wouldn't get to hang out with you because I'm always third-wheeling after you start dating Y/N'
'The last girl I liked was Liz Allen, and her dad tried to kill me multiple times.'
'So?'
'Her Dad's probably some guy in the police force that hates me for doing his job'
'Can you imagine?'
'Three words: It actually happened.'
'Only partly! So you were wrong!'
'Question 12, X= 16, just saying.'
'THANK YOU.'
Peter and Ned eventually stopped passing notes and they went to their other classes. Soon enough, it was time to enter the gates to hell. The cafeteria. Once you step in there, you'll either lose your food, sit with a guy named Richard who used to sell My Little Pony DVD's in second grade, or you sit with a certain amount of people that deems you the title that's the same as Peter Parker's, Michelle Jones' and Ned Leeds':
Official Nerd, Loner and Loser. There's really no Popular Kids table, they just go outside or spread out to ask for homework to be done for them or something like that. Peter sat down with Ned and Michelle, watching as she read a book and he was scribbling on his English homework. Peter quickly got out his unfinished English homework and looked over at him. "Can I copy some answers?"
"Yeah, I asked Michelle for help with a lot of these but she stopped helping me, saying I can do them myself." He complained, giving an exaggerated pout as Peter laughed at him.
"Thanks, dude."
"No problem, Peter."
Michelle finally looked up from her book and put some piece of paper on where she was, closing it and letting it sit on the table. "So, Peter.."
"What?"
"I heard you're doing Theatre after school."
Peter shot his head over at Ned again and gave him a look of betrayal. "Really?!"
"She wanted to know if you were gonna get detention again!"
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Tom Holland/Peter Parker Imagines
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