Peter Parker Imagines

No girls like me

WARNINGS: i don't rlly like sad simpson edits but this scene i thought was cute so i was like HEY IM GOING TO DO THAT!

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Peter Parker. Everybody knew that name and everybody hated it. Peter Parker was that one mean kid at school who'd push everybody around, who'd make fun of every little thing about a person, who'd constantly give negative comments about someone and who'd scoff at everyone around him. Peter held students against their lockers and would hit them without any reason. He usually smokes during breaks or when he would skip classes, which is almost every day. He always wears the same leather jacket. It has a spider symbol on the back. His jeans has chains usually hanging from them and he'd always wear black Dr. Martens.

Peter wasn't an ordinary boy. He was a hated person here at Midtown High. Even more than Flash. MJ always told me to stay away from him and Ned says that he's dangerous but something about that boy interested me. I felt like he wasn't mean at all. That he was just defensive to protect himself from something.

He used to be this cute, nerdy kid who'd get excited about Star Wars. Now, he was the most hated student at my high school. It was weird. I'm pretty sure something must've happened to him. I told MJ about this, but she won't listen to me. She warned me to never go near him and that he'll break me. She knows I'm sensitive and that she's just worried. I get it and I'm happy that someone cares for me, but I feel like Peters just this broken kid who needs help.

My sneakers hit the floor as I walked down the crowded halls, trying to look for MJ. I tried to straighten out my dress since I didn't have time to really iron it. I tightened my ponytail and adjusted the straps on my backpack. I looked around to spot MJ and saw her reading a book at her locker. I hopped over to her and greeted her with a smile. She smiled back. "Hey dork," She said while her eyes read the pages of her book slowly. "Hey," I said back. "Excited?" I said cheery. She gave me a 'really?' look as she put her book down. I shrugged. "I-" MJ started talking, but she was cut off by a door-slam. Everybody turned around to look at the figure who entered the school halls.

"Look who it is..." MJ mumbled at me. I kept on looking at him. He wore the same outfit as he did the day before and his hair was messy. He stomped his feet, walking over to his locker. He slammed his books inside of it and closed his locker roughly. He turned around. "What are you all looking at?!" He yelled to everyone, making me flinch. MJ scoffed as she hid behind her book. I studied his face and his posture. He seemed annoyed as usual. He walked away angrily to his next class. MJ rolled her eyes at him. "He can never act normal, can he?" She spat. I sighed and checked the time on my phone. "C'mon. We're going to be late," I said with a straight face. MJ agreed and walked with me to our first class.

We entered the room and we both made our way to the back of the class. We sat down and grabbed our books. My eyes darted to each student. I knew Peter was in this class with me, but I couldn't spot him. He's already skipping first period?? I thought. I looked around again to try and find him sitting somewhere but he was nowhere to be found. After a few minutes the bell rang and it was time for the teacher to do the absents. As expected, she called out Peters name but no response. Not surprised, to be honest but it is disappointing. I really wanted to take another look at him.

Half-way through class, my bladder started to explode and I knew I had to go. "Dude, you alright?" MJ asked me concerned. I shook my head and raised my hand fast. "I have to go pee," I whispered to her. She chuckled as she saw me struggle. I squinted my eyes at her. "Yes, Y/N?" The teacher finally gave me permission to speak. "May I please go to the bathroom?" I asked politely. I was always seen as an A+ student. Never talking back at my teachers, never skipping classes, always being on time and not failing any of my classes. The teachers usually liked me so I always got things more easily. "Yes, of course! Here's a hall pass," She said, as I stood up and grabbed the giant hall pass from her hands. I mumbled a 'thank you' and swiftly moved my way towards the bathroom. My feet ran towards the nearest restroom. I entered one and immediately sat on the toilet. I let out a sigh of relief.