Who is she? Peter Parker x reader

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"Even at the brightest times, I still see the dark" - Maxi
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Peter's Pov

The sun bruising my skin as I walk to school in my blue mid-town sweatshirt.
It was hot, I was worried my underarms were sweating. I brushed that thought off my shoulders as I got onto the subway.

I turned up my music enjoy it with a light head bop. The subway stopped at my stop. I fled out along with other students. Some shoved pass me and others apologized.

I met the school entrance steps and pushed through those doors. The school filled with tons of students. Drones flew past my head. Balls being passed around. Teachers angered at the misbehavior. I pushed trough the crowd making it my mission to get to my locker

I put in my combination to my lock. It opened granting me access to the inside on my locker. I slid my navy blue windbreaker off my shoulders and placed it in my locker. I grabbed my school books from my backpack and shut my locker closed, placing my lock back on. Normally, Ned would've crept upon me, bragging about his new lego set. But, he wasn't going to show up today. Well, that's what the text read. The text he sent me this morning.

<Text Messages>
Ned= italics
Peter= Bold

Ned: Hey Peter Pepper ;) Like the new nickname?

No  I don't Neddle ;) But
do you like mine?

Ned: Haha very funny -_-
I'm just letting you know i'm not
coming to school today

Oh why not?
(read)
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He never responded. His mom always took his phone away so he could "get better faster" or whatever. I guess Technology made one feel worse during sickness. I couldn't agree less.

I walked down the hallway, about to reach my home room when I see Liz Allen. Man she was beautiful. I froze as she walked pass.

"Hey Peter" She said. I didn't know what to do. So, not trusting my mouth I waved to her. She walked away. I shook from my trancelike stage, reentering the real world.

"Hey Peter" A sweet voice said behind me. I turned trying to remember the voice but it was unrecognizable. I faced a girl with (H/L) (H/C) [hair length & hair color]. I didn't know her. But she was very pretty. She continued her way into my home room.

How could I have not known she was in my home room? Did she sit in the back? No because I sat there along with Ned. I would've noticed, right?

I walked in after her, watching her walk to the back of the class and sitting in the very corner. One seat away from where I always sat. Why have I never noticed her?

I walked to the back of the class and instead of sitting one seat away, I sat next to her.

"You changed your seat?" She asked. I glance over to her and nod.

"Hey, are you new?" I asked

"Oh yeah" Phew "This is my first year here" What!? She's been here for over 5 months and I've never noticed her?! I don't know her name yet she knows mine! I feel awful.

"Oh" I turn away as I continue to tap on the desk.

"Good morning class!" my teacher said, "Today we shall have a make up day! The day we're you turn in all your missing work from this quarter. You are allowed to talk but please keep it to a minimum." She finished, heading back to her desk and sitting down.