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12. I've Got You

I've got you

(Peter Parker x reader)

Summary: This is the readers first year in midtown and she's half way through the year and is currently struggling and super stressed. Peter has her back though.

Warning: language, FLUFFFFFF

Word Count: 3K

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The countless notes and reading, all the extra questions and practice quizzes, all the nights staying up and reciting the information over and over again is finally going to pay off.

This was it, Mrs. White was handing back the tests. Your foot bounced off the ground as your nerves took over. I can't fail this one. I just can't, i studied a lot for this one, I studied for all of them, but I put extra effort for THIS one. Please I just need higher than an 80-

Mrs. White didn't bother looking at you or even handing it to you like she did with everyone else, SLAM

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Everything went blurry, your head started bursting, you felt the world banging on your head. You stared at the grade for what seemed like forever. Mrs. White was going over the test, but your eyes were bloodshot, just staring at the grade. You felt like all the oxygen in the room had been sucked out, you couldn't breathe.

Everyone around you had smiles on there faces, some people high fiving each other. Then there was you, your body still, your eyes dead on the paper. Then you heard a familiar voice in front of you.

"Hey Y/N, what'd you get on the test?" Your eyes went up, you stared at the boy in front of you for what seemed like forever. You couldn't process it, any of it. You failed. Your average is now a D. "Y/n?" Peter waved his hand in front of your face, you shook your head as you looked back up at Peter.

"Y-yea?" You said as you looked into the boys eyes. You were always fond of Peter, but you couldn't help but feel jealous of his intelligence. You guys weren't close only having a few conversations in class and in the hallways, you barely knew the kid, other than the fact that you lived one floor above him, but that didn't change anything.

The bell had rung and everyone was out of the class only you and Peter and Mrs. White were left.

"W-what'd y-you get on the- uh- the um- the test?" Peter couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with your full attention, your eyes staring back at his. He's developed a crush on you ever since the teacher introduced you in the beginning of the year. Of course being Peter, he always stayed behind, just watching you from afar, and when he finally got the courage to speak to you he felt like the world had stopped. He loved the sound of your voice, your personality, how friendly you are. You mostly talked about your interest in film and theater, and all the classics. Someday wanting to become a director. And Peter couldn't help but be fascinated.

"Nothing." You said bluntly as you flipped your test over as you packed up your stuff in your bag. Peter seemed shocked at your remark. You were never mean to him.

"O-ok, are you oka-"

"It's nothing, just mind your own business Peter. Please." You said as you slung your bag on, snatching the test from the desk. You just wanted to scream, yell, punch something ANYTHING. Instead you put the test on Mrs. Whites desk and walked out of the class. Peter watched as you left the class, feeling like he did something wrong.

Your breathing was becoming uneven, your heart was beating out of your chest. Not now y/n, keep it in, don't cause a scene. Just stuck it up and don't cry like a little bitch.

So you sucked it up, going to your next class, chemistry, which happened to also be with Peter. You sat a few tables in front of Peter. Your partner was Michelle, you could say she was a friend. Most of your conversations consisted of general things like what's the homework, what did you get for problem 2. You guys sometimes would talk about movies and books and when you did it was a nice conversation. You didn't have much friends, you were new what did you expect? You always felt left-out, but you always repeated in your head head, you don't need friends. Why? Because if you didn't, you'd fall apart, so all you had to do was repeat that over and over again.