I can't help falling in love with you Peter Parker x Reader {MARVEL}

Part 4

Okay everyone!!! Here's part four! Flash comes into a class he's not supposed to, just to see Y/n. Let's just say, that he sorta maybe gets in trouble... Peter comes to Y/n's rescue by being the amazing nerdy lil' cutie he is. And all because of the very old hand game, Rochambeau. 

Part Four: It was close to the end of the period, when the teacher announced clean up. Everyone rushed around the classroom, careful to not spill any of the legos in the trays. It took about five minutes total for the classroom to look spotless. I whistled slowly, then asked, "Is it always like this? Or is this just the Monday routine?" "It's almost always like this." Peter answered. Ned handed me a paper with both his, and Peter's phone numbers without Peter noticing. I put the numbers in my contacts, and then a countdown began.

The bell rang, and everyone flooded out of the doors. "Y/n!" Peter called out. "Theater's this way!" I pushed my way towards where they were, but when I couldn't see them, I was yanked into a dark room. I fell again into Peter's arms. "So, how's your day?" I asked, picking myself up, again. He shrugged, "Fine." We walked into where the audience sits, and took the three seats in the back. Concealed by the shadows we were able to watch the students flow in.

"Oh my gosh, I hope that I get the part of the beautiful sister! I mean, I'm just perfect for the part!" "I recognise that voice..." I muttered silently. I searched for the girl who was bragging about herself, and when I couldn't find her, I sighed. The teachers called for everyone to move up, so we could take attendance. Once that boring bit was over, they asked all of the computer students to go to their stations, and work on the lighting, and volume.

"Alright, if you'd like to audition for the part of Katharina, come onto the stage now." One of the teachers yelled. I immediately hopped up, and tripped over Peter's foot. I laughed, and said "Sorry!" in a rush to get up to the stage. There was already a line, but I still waited in line, eager to audition for her role. "Katlyn, you're up first." The teacher said. "Thanks Mrs. Jones!" She squeaked before hopping onto the stage. "Oh, erm, Jose, will you do the part of Petruchio for these young ladies to practice with?" She asked. Jose nodded, and climbed onto the stage.

He cleared his throat, and with a loud clear voice he announced, "Come, come you wasp;i' faith, you are too angry." Katlyn rolled her eyes, and flicked her hair before snapping, "If I be waspish, best beware my sting!" Jose replied coolly, "My remedy is then, to pluck it out." She then replied with a smirk, "Ay, if the fool could find here it lies," This continued, and every few people we'd switch out. When it was my turn, all of the boys in theater were tired, and hot from being on the stage for so long.

"Does anyone want to be the part of Petruchio for this audition?" Mrs. Jones asked. I bit my lip, knowing I might have to do this alone. "Anyone from computers?" She asked again. "I'll do it!" Someone from the back yelled. It was to dark for me to see who, when I heard another person say that they'd do it.

"Names?" Mrs. Jones asked. "Flash Thompson!" One of them yelled. "FLASH!?" I thought. "But... He's... He's on the football team! Is this his free period?" "PETER PARKER!" Yelled the other voice. The teacher smiled weakly, then said, "Rochambo, whoever wins, wins. No retakes." "FLLLAAAASHHH!" People cheered.  Even though nobody cheered for Pether, he didn't back down.

In my head I was thinking about what would happen in Flash lost. "Would he start bullying Peter? Would he punch him?" I thought worriedly, biting my lip. "ROCK!" The crowd cheered, "PAPER! SCISSORS, SHOOT!" I closed my eyes, then opened them when people started to cheer. It was a tie.

"Mrs. Jones," Jose shouted with a loud echoing voice, "Seeing as Peter Parker is in computers, and he's here because of his teacher's will shouldn't he be doing the part? Flash, is supposed to be in Football practice, and they're looking for him." The crowd started murmuring, and whispering. Mrs. Jones blew her whistle and commanded the students to quiet down. "Yes, this is fair, Flash, I'm going to give you 5 seconds to get out of the theater. If you protest, I'm writing you up." Flash opened his mouth, and then ran off in a hurry.

Peter walked up to the stage, and then we started the scene. Peter coughed, before saying the first line. "Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry." I replied with bitterness in my voice, "If I be waspish, best beware my sting." I turned away from him, and he continued. "My remedy is then, to pluck it out." I whirled around, and got up in his face, saying cooly, "Ay, if the fool could find where it lies," He looked at the paper, and said, "Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail."

I corrected him with a small shake of my head, "In his tongue." Confused he asked, "Whose tongue?" I snapped back,"YOURS, IF YOU TALK OF TAILS: and so..." I paused for a dramatic affect, "Farewell." I bowed, and rushed off the stage trying to escape the dozens of eyes staring. Suddenly people started applauding, and cheering. Peter rushed over and I hugged him. He was surprised, I could tell, because it took a moment for him to release his tensed muscles. "Thanks Peter..." I whispered before rushing off.

Mrs. Jones told me to sit here in the front row, and wait. So we could continue auditions. I saw people either glare at me, and flip me off, or smile and whisper, "You're perfect for her!" Honestly, I didn't care if I got the part, if I got to design the costumes, that would be great. I'd be able to buy some fabrics, or maybe if I was doing the backgrounds... I could get paints, and maybe if Dad wasn't busy, we could work on something to make it just pop.

I saw Sasha audition for the role of the younger sister, Bianca. They had one of the other girls from theater do the part of Katarina in the audition, which was fine by me. I was able to see her audition, and she was perfect! Well, in my opinion anyways. I couldn't exactly hear what the other girl said, but Sasha was loud, clear, and her voice was filled with peace, and understanding. "Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself, To make a bondmaid and a slave of me; That I disdain: but for these other gawds, Unbind my hands, I'll pull them off myself, Yea, all my raiment, to my petticoat; Or what you will command me will I do, So well I know my duty to my elders." She proclaimed with a sweet sincere voice.

Again, nobody could hear what Katarina's lines were, but Sasha's voice was pure perfection. "Believe me, sister, of all the men alive I never yet beheld that special face Which I could fancy more than any other." She sighed dreamily, and she bounced off stage. She smiled at me, then took a seat next to me. "I hope you get that part!" I whispered watching boys start auditioning for roles. She giggled, "It was nothing!"

The bright lights of the stage shone against the boys' faces as they were either twisted in disgust, or bound in sorrow. I heard Sasha sigh sadly when Jose auditioned for Petruchio's part. I nudged her, "You okay?" I muttered. "Yeah, it's just... This is my last year here. I want this play to be a good one. One that people will remember. If I had my way, Peter would be Petruchio, you'd be Katarina-"

"Peter?" I asked. "Yeah! I think he'd be a brilliant actor! Plus, the way you two were quarreling onstage, it was PERFECTION!" I could feel my face flush, and I muttered, "Well... I could convince him... Maybe for the next play..." I giggled quietly. She gasped, "Really!? That would be great!" After the class period was over, Mrs. Jones asked us all to check the school notice boards over the following week."You'll be assigned parts tonight, so roles will be posted tomorrow." She bid us adieu, and everyone rushed to their lockers so they could catch their ride home.