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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
_____________
I tapped my pencil violently against the desk, staring the board ahead of me that just looked like a jumble of different letters and words.
I took a heavy breath in, placing my pencil down so I can lean my head on both my hands.
"Do you need help?" A small voice behind me questioned. I roamed my eyes, having it lay on the soft curls, and golden amber eyed boy.
"I know this can get a little rough," Peter whispered. "My first day in this class, I came out with nothing on my notebook because I couldn't understand a thing."
"I can see why that happened." I murmured back, taking my desk up slightly, and scooting closer towards his desk. Once I was in a fair distance near him, I shifted my notebook over to the side of my desk so he may take a look at it.
"Yeah, see." He pointed at the English notes I began to take, but obviously has no clue what I was even writing. "Just copy mine."
He moved his notebook over to my table, shifting slightly over so he could watch me take my notes.
I shamefully picked up my pencil and began copying the notes he had, which were written in very nice handwriting for a guy. Not that there was anything wrong with messy handwriting, but it tends to be easier to copy notes if it was in professional handwriting.
My eyes roamed on the side of the notebook, seeing a small drawing with words that were clearly not on the board.
"Is that a drawing of Spiderman?" I muttered, glancing back at him "i don't think that's on the board."
Peter's eyes widened as big as saucers, to the point I honestly thought he was going to explode.
"Shit-um, it's nothing." he took the corner of the paper from the notebook where the words were placed, ripping it offhand stuffing it in his pocket abruptly. "Sorry about that."
"I'm guessing you're a fan of his then," I said, scooting closer to him. "That's amazing art by the way."
"Thanks." He looked down, folding his hands over his lap. "It's nothing really."
"No-no, it's great. Why don't you pursue art or something?" I asked, my eyes lighting up.
"I would, but I think I'm more into electronics," Peter answered. "I could show you them if you want?"
"Like come over to your house? How romantic." I giggled, batting my eyes in a flirtatious way.
"Oh-not in that way." He retracted what he said, laying his hand on my arm. " I just met-uh, to hang out? As friends?" peter immediately realized where his hand had laid, which induced him to remove it while mumbling a quiet sorry.
"I know, Peter." My eyes connecting with his. "I'm just messing with you."
Peter peeled a small smile, turning away quickly. "I'm sure Aunt May would love to meet you."
