Peter Parker Imagines

Tutoring The Genius pt.1 (he/him reader)

{Y/N's POV}

Third period with Mrs. Henshaw. The worst class of the day. The only decent thing about that class is that I get to see Peter.

I've had a crush on Peter since second grade. We aren't close and we don't talk often because I'm too shy to say anything. It's ok with me though, not talking saves me the embarrassment of being rejected or saying something stupid.

"See you in fifth period, (Y/N)." My friend, MJ, calls out as we begin to separate towards our respective classrooms. "Remember to pay attention instead of drooling over Parker the whole time."

I roll my eyes as I walk into the room. I've been having a little bit of trouble focusing lately, but it's not because of Peter. Ok, maybe it is. But that doesn't matter.

As I make my way towards my desk, Peter looks at me and smiles. I quickly blush and turn away. Now I feel like an idiot. It was just a friendly smile between acquaintances. I should of smiled back instead of being weird. Whatever, I need to drop it.

Mrs. Henshaw is standing at the front of the class trying to get our attention. She's holding a stack of papers in her hands. Last Tuesday's test. I'm 100% sure I failed, trig functions just aren't my thing.

Mrs. Henshaw begins handing back our tests. My mind is racing with what I could've possibly done wrong. There's a million little ways I could've messed up. I could've put the wrong numbers in the calculator, used the wrong trig function, written it wrong, etc., etc..

I'm snapped away from my thoughts when Mrs. Henshaw drops an upside-down test paper on my desk. I looks up at her. She's smiling?

"Good job, (Y/N). It looks like you're starting to understand." She gives me another warm smile and walks away to continue distributing tests. I flip my paper over.

100. There's a big, fat 100 at the top of my paper. I quickly realize that I spelt my name wrong, though. Typical. But, like, 100? That's insane! I have a huge grin, I can feel it,

I glance over at Peter and he doesn't look so happy. There's no way he didn't do well. He's a genius.

"Peter!" I whisper-shout his name and he looks over at me, his expression turning soft.

"What?" He whisper-shouts back.

"What did you get on the test, dude?" I ask and he cringes.

"63. A fricking 63." He whispers. He looks so disappointed in himself. I don't like it. I hate that he's upset. I would do anything to make that adorable boy smile right now.

"I could tutor you." I blurt out. Dammit, (Y/N). He doesn't want my help, I'm no smarter than him. A million little worries and doubts fly through my head, but to my surprise, he smiles.

He's smiling, no, beaming at me.

"Thank you, I'd l-love that." He stammers.

The bell rings.

"Text you later?" He asks. I nod and leave the classroom with a big, dopey grin.

End of part one

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this sucks sorry lol

my brain is fried, next part will have the good stuff, i promise 😉😉😉