Unexpected Aquaintences - Peter Parker AU X Reader

Part 1

You were starting the second semester of senior year at a completely new school and a completely new city. You and your mother had just moved to Queens from Colorado following the nasty divorce your parents went through, leaving you to stay with your mother. It was a sensitive topic to talk about, and understandably so, but you vowed to yourself that it wouldn't get in the way of the final few months of your high school career.

You were starting your first day at Midtown School of Science and Technology, having been accepted a few weeks before you moved to Queens. The idea of a fresh start made your stomach do flips of excitement and nervousness. Although you were looking forward to meeting new people, you had a feeling that this place was going to be completely different than your school in Colorado. Back there, you were considered to be the quiet, nerdy girl, every passing period was spent with earbuds wedged in your ears as you weaved through the crowd of high schoolers.

Something about Midtown made you feel that you were, hopefully, going to fit in. After all, you were just going a high school with a bunch of nerds. At least that's what you heard from your mother.

The sound of your beeping alarm clock caused you to groan in irritation, the thought of leaving your warm and cozy bed only causing you to sink deeper into your duvet. Just as you began to drift back off, the voice of your mom woke you back up, "Y/N, it's your first day and you have to go," She said softly from your bedroom door.

You groaned but decided to peek above your covers, waving a hand dismissively at her once you told her you were getting up. She stayed at your door only until you sat up in bed, rubbing your tired eyes. You mom closed the door softly, leaving you alone in your dark bedroom, the only thing lighting the place was the glow of your phone as you checked your notifications.

You ran a hand through your Y/H/C hair as you got up and padded your way to the bathroom, weaving through your moving boxes on the way out. You brushed your teeth before hopping in the shower and quickly washing off, avoiding your hair since you had just fixed it last night. Last night, you had picked out a cute outfit to wear, an oversized beige sweater and slightly ripped jeans that were paired with ankle high boots.

Once you got dressed you stepped out of your room and into the living and kitchen area of your new apartment. The place was a lot smaller than your previous house in Colorado but you weren't complaining all that much. It was a mess as of now due to the moving boxes that were scattered around, but you and your mom saw a lot of potential with this humble home.

"I'm going to head out, Y/n," Your mom said from the front door, shrugging on her heavy winter coat. "Do you know the way there?" She asked, taking her purse and putting it over her shoulder.

You nodded, "Yeah, I think so. If not, there's always Google Maps," You said with a small smile. Your mom laughed at your smart comment before quickly saying goodbye and heading out the door.

Once the door closed, you went into the kitchen and began looking through one of the boxes for bowls but much to your demise, you weren't able to find any.

You cursed under your breath before just settling for a granola bar. Breakfast of champions, right?

Before heading out the door for school, you double checked your way there, making sure you were about to take the subway like a pro. Surprisingly enough you managed to make it to school with only a minor hiccup.

Although you were senior, you had decided to finish off strong when it came to your coursework. You had enough credits to graduate last semester but you wanted to really round off your classes so you could hopefully get accepted into one of the Ivy Leagues. You were hoping to get accepted into either Harvard or UCLA, your eyes set on their biochemistry programs. As a result, you filled your schedule with AP classes, those classes being: AP chemistry, calculus, AP Literature, AP Government, and your fifth year of Spanish.