two sided | peter parker

VIII | uncertain

『un·cer·tain | adj. | not completely confident or sure of something』

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?" Peter's mouth fell open, the piece of peppermint candy dropping out of his mouth and onto the floor as Rebecca gazed at him in confusion. "It was peppermint candy, Peter. What else could it possibly be?" She popped one of her own into her mouth with a unsure frown, purple highlights sticking out of her dark locks.

"Think I'm trying to poison you, Parker?" He stuttered at his girlfriend's joke, knowing that she was merely pressing some of his buttons. He fiddled with the wrapper as he did so, the crinkling noise coming from the plastic between his fingers as they wandered the halls. "N-No, I didn't mean that. It just tasted. . . off." 

Her eyebrows came closer together whilst she shrugged and readjusted the black straps of her backpack. She kept the candy to one side of her mouth, letting the peppermint fully stain the inside of her left cheek. "Might've been something you ate previously, that's happened to me before." 

Ned, walking beside them while occasionally putting some input into a weird conversation with Michelle, elbowed Peter in the ribs and pointed to his phone. The boy hissed briefly, sending a glare at his best friend before looking down at the device. On it, it read about how peppermint was often used to repel spiders in households.

Scrunching his nose in disgust, the high school nerd gave Ned a face between 'you're kidding' and 'what the fuck?'. The girls didn't seem to notice this. Michelle was too engrossed in her own book and Rebecca already having her earbuds in as they blasted some songs that Peter didn't recognize. Whatever they were, they weren't the '90s and early 2000s bops Peter preferred.

"Yo, Penis Parker!" Of course, it was the lovely Flash. In an instant, the male who called him out fell silent as Rebecca turned around with a dangerous glare and scowl. Tilting her head, she cracked her knuckles. "Have you forgotten that I have an entire katana collection in the dwelling of my room, Mr. Can't-Get-Laid?"

Instantly, the bully shut up and stormed off. Sometimes, it was kind of an awe to the other high school kids on how Peter and Rebecca were even dating. In freshman year, Rebecca was the absolute sweetest and kindest girl you'd ever meet, but she'd slowly numbed her feelings into the point where it was only hostility and sadistic behavior.

That was until Peter came in. Ironically, it was like those popular fanfictions nowadays. The girl has failing grades (or the guy) and the significant other has to tutor their future significant other. Rebecca was absolutely crashing and burning in pre-Calculus in junior year, hence, why Peter helped her.

It was a wonder at all that they got together, and how. Peter remembered it slightly, but it was a bit fuzzy. After all, it was nearly a year ago. How he'd asked her to homecoming and she opened the door with a rebellious and captivating smile, talking about going out and skipping the whole formal thing. Maybe that's why Peter fell for her. To this day, he wasn't very sure.

Maybe it was her new and rebellious nature. Even how she seemed to do the little things of rolling her eyes or scoffing. All of this behavior was new to him, and yet, he ended up dating the girl who introduced him to these things. "Don't pass out on me, at this rate." Rebecca clarified, nudging Peter gently as he came out of his trance of thoughts.

"Yeah, no. I-I'm not passing out anytime soon, just spaced out." He excused with a frenzied smile and a small blush creeping to his cheeks. He shook his head, brown curls bouncing with his movements as his hands gripped his backpack straps tighter. "Good, thought my peppermint poison was actually kicking in for a second. It isn't due for another hour."

The look on his face became one of horror, amusing her. Rolling her eyes and smiling gently at him, she offered him an earbud. "Kidding, kidding. Plus, I'm playing some Fall Out Boy." He popped it in, waiting for her to start the music again as he raised an eyebrow at her taste. "2007, Fall Out Boy. What do you take me for, Parker?"

Michelle didn't miss a beat, responding even though she was two people away from Rebecca. "An uncultured swine." Rebecca hissed, head immediately popping up, she was shorter than Michelle and was forced to look up. Michelle glanced up and looked back at her book shortly after, "An uncultured swine. Now, hush, I'm trying to read."

Ned stifled his chuckles while Peter held back a grin and took his hand, putting it on his girlfriend's arm and moving her back slightly. "Aw, calm down. I'm sure Michelle didn't mean it." Michelle rolled her eyes, pointing at Peter harshly with her bookmark as her brown eyes bore straight into his girlfriend's bluish-silver ones. "Oh no, I meant it." 

The girls later calmed down, the bookworm eyeing Rebecca with a raised eyebrow. "Want to stop at the library today?" Rebecca blinked, taking out her earbud and asking her to repeat it. Michelle rolled her eyes and repeated what she said as Rebecca complied with a small smile. "Yeah, sure. Why not?" 

Michelle piped up, glad the conversation had changed to something she was actually genuinely interested in. She smiled and took out a little poster, passing it to Rebecca. The dark haired girl opened it up and read it, her boyfriend merely walking in unison with her as the music played and his best friend scrolled through some news about superheroes.

"They're doing a reading competition in the library. Something about reading a hundred books and then a raffle over the people that entered." Rebecca snorted, staring at the vibrant colored little pamphlet which held different places of mini informational sections. "This seems like it's for kids, Michelle."

Michelle sighs, rolls her eyes just like before, and bitterly snatches the poster out of Rebecca's hand. " . . . whatever."