Elena Stewart never even knew of Spiderman. After transferring from a small town in Ohio, to now the Big Apple, she has a lot to adjust with. She becomes intrigued by this so-called Spiderman, the man who flies through the air on webs made of silk...
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"S-stalkerboy?" He asked after a moment of silence between us.
We had already left the office, after saying goodbye to my mother. He was already set off to show my first-period class.
"Yeah, weren't you the dude staring at me through the window?" I questioned, cocking my eyebrow up.
"Staring? Pff, I wasn't looking at you. I was looking at-" he hesitated, biting his lip.
"At?"
"Oh look it's your class!" He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "Which coincidentally mine as well." He murmured realizing it didn't help the situation he was in.
"Thanks, Parker." I laughed, giving him a small smile back.
His eyes rose toe, giving a small grin back as well. "It's actually Peter Parker."
"I know. I'm messing with you, Peter." I smirked, quickly turning on my head and heading into class.
"Parker! You're late-" the adult rose from their chair, stopping mid-sentence after seeing me.
My eyes went down quickly, as I felt the teacher look at me, as well as the whole entire class.
"Oh, is this the new student? I'm Mr. Shepherd." He smiled back at me.
I awkwardly smiled back, looking back at Peter who was already creeping back to his seat.
"And Parker?" Mr. Sheppard's voice rang, stopping Peter in his tracks. "Next time make sure to get here on time as well as her too."
The classroom arose into small giggles and laughter, some kid softly saying the words, "Parker actually getting it? Like he's even in her league."
I snapped my head back quickly, glaring at the area where the comment arose. I didn't think of myself to be in any ranking. To me, I was average. Although I was tall for my age, I was consistently bullied for how skinny I was throughout elementary school, even up to middle school. I certainly don't miss my old school about that. As for friends, I didn't have serious friends. I had friends I would goof off with, maybe hang out ever so often to do the usual 'teen rebellious' things. None of them were ones I could talk to, especially if it were about me.
"Well, Elena, seeing as the only available seat is next Flash, that's where you will be." He pointed back towards the kid who I believed was the person who shouted the obnoxious comment.
