Habits of My Heart. Peter Parker x Reader.

Part 1.

  Peter's POV: 

I walked through the halls with Ned, we stopped at my locker. I was pushed a bit but I didn't respond so they left me alone. I got what I needed and shut my locker. Then I saw her down the hallway. Her perfect hair flowing effortlessly behind her. No makeup. Flawless. "Dude your staring," Ned says snapping me out of it. "S-sorry," I said. We continued walking down the hall. I have some of my classes with her, She has Calculus 1st period with me, and Spanish 6th period with me. The rest of her schedule is crazy. Don't ask how I know it. The whole class period in Calculus I was doodling in my notebook. "Peter what's the answer?" the teacher asks making sure I was paying attention. "Uhh- the answer is 0," I said scanning the board. "Correct," she went back to explaining it and I zoned out once again. This time I daydreamed about it all. What my life would be like with her in it. Life with 3 kids together here in New York. She'd be a great mother. A great role model. I'm so far out of her league it's ridiculous. But I know in my heart that she is meant to be with me. She rejects everyone else. Would she reject me too? No, we are made for each other. She will learn that soon. She will notice me. After the bell rang I followed her friend group from a decent distance to try and get some information on her weekend. It's not creepy. It's research. I heard a little bit about her joining some club. But the Flash knocked my books out of my hand. "What's up Parker?" he says. His protege laughing behind him. I didn't answer. "'C'mon, you're not going to answer. Too much of a pussy?" he jeers. "No, You're just not worth my energy," I shrug. He and his group laugh. "Leave him alone Flash," a sweet voice says pulling him away from me. It was Y/n. My heart pounded like drums in my ears. Her eyes met my sad ones, she smiled a small smile at me as she walked away with Flash and his friends. My face was red. That smile, she knows who I am! Well, she knows Flash picks on me. One day. One day she will be mine. But I don't know how much longer I can wait. In English today, we were writing pen pal letters. They would go to whoever they were written to, but they will not know who the writer was. This is perfect. I can write a letter to Y/n. I'll pour my heart out. I wrote everything that came to mind. Anything my heart wanted her to know. I got home and hid the letter from May. I wrote more and more to it. "Hey Pete, what'cha writing?" May asks scaring me. "Uhh- an essay for English," I mutter. "Oh cool, what about?" she asks. "Ummm- P-poverty!" I lie. "Oh cool, I'll leave you alone then," she says shutting my door. I re-read the letter. It's a lost cause. Wait, I have a better idea! I take out my red and blue post-its from my desk. I scribble a little one-liner from my original letter. I'll put this in her locker tomorrow morning. I'll get there early so it doesn't look weird. I hope she doesn't get creeped out. I just want to tell her how much I love her...