THE HOLLAND BOYS AND HARRISON OSTERFIELD IMAGINES

Lesson Learned + Peter Parker

Written by: @/ toms-accent

Summary: Tutoring with your unbelievably smart best friend leads to a little more than just straight A’s.

Warning: None, just fluff.

Words: 855

The bold red ‘D’ starred you straight in the face, your hand coming up to meet your mouth as you stared at your first grade of the grading period for the school year. You looked up at your AP Pre-Calculus teacher in shock, shaking your head to somehow change her mind about the grade that she had given you. But with a disappointed looked, she only shrugged her shoulders and turned the other way. Your heart sunk as you looked back down at the grade, quickly flipping it over and waiting for the teacher to pick them back up. Embarrassment washed over you as you crossed your arms over your chest, sinking further into your seat, a blush making its way over your cheeks. 

Peter looked at you closely, his dark eyes peering at you from across the room. Your natural mannerisms were all but gone, your usual light dimming slowly as you sunken lower into your seat. His face sunk as he watched you hold back the tears that you wanted to let burst out, your nose turning pink as your eyes welled up. The teacher began explaining that the grades on the test were fairly good, minus a few others, as she sent you a pointed glare before clasping her hands and turning towards the board as the bell rang. 

You jumped out of your seat quickly, picking up your bag and dashing towards the door. Peter’s feet tried to follow you just as quick as yours were, moving in between crowds as he eyed your red shirt pointedly. You were upset and he knew that he had to get to you before anyone else could. 

“(y/n)! Wait up! (y/n)!” Peter called after you as you sped through the hallways, trying to get to your locker as quickly as your feet could carry you. You heard your name from the distance, Peter’s voice reaching your ears and making you feel even worse. He knew.

When you finally got to your locker and your fingers were able to fumble your code in, you stood there desperately. You swiftly pulled your phone out to begin texting your mother about your horrible day, hoping that she would sympathize you enough to call the school and get you out for the rest of the day. That was until Peter showed up next to you, leaning on the locker to the left of yours as he stared closely at you. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye before shoving your phone back into your pocket and began searching your locker for a textbook. 

“H-hey (y/n), what’s up?” He asked curiously as he scratched the back of his neck. He knew that you had your suspicions about him chasing you down the hallway and he definitely didn’t want to seem like he was trying to get into your personal business, he just wanted to know what he could do to help his beautiful best friend.

“Well, definitely not my grade in AP Pre-Cal.” You huffed out as you began to get mad at yourself for the grade you had just received on a test you had studied so hard for. You pushed the door to your locker closed before turning to lean your back on it, looking towards Peter. His arms were crossed over his chest as his eyebrows furrowed at you, leaning closer as he peered at you.

“Hold on! You had that the other night when you were with me and Ned. That makes no sense!” He exclaimed before the two of you began walking to your last class of that day. You shrugged your shoulders as you shook your head. He was right, you practically had that weeks lesson down pact the day before when the teacher had given the test, but clearly, that wasn’t enough.

“Usually I can tell where I went wrong, but this time, I couldn’t. And the worst part was, is that Mrs. Sanchez looked so disappointed in me! Like I had killed a puppy or something!” You proclaimed as you walked into your AP European History class, taking your usual seat next to the boy you were talking to. His eyebrows furrowed deeper into his forehead, his face looked almost as if it would stay like that forever until his eyebrows sprung up with a new idea.

“I’ll just help you! Yeah-I’ll tutor you the day before the test, just to make sure you’ve got everything down and there is no room for error!” He offered generously, hoping you’d be pleased with his offer and it would bring you some peace. Your eyes lit up at the thought of spending more time with Peter and bringing up your grade in Pre-Cal at the same time.

“If you think that it will help, then I am up for anything!” You say boldly as you nodded your head and accepted Peter’s offer. He smirked at you lightly, giving you one long look and facing the front of the classroom to listen to the lecture the teacher was giving. You smiled to yourself as you turned to face the front of the classroom, Peter’s own eyes never leaving the smile on your lips.