Till I Met You: A Peter Parker Fanfiction

Chapter Ėîght

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"No, no. Remember, this is the x-axis, and this is the y-axis," I tell Harry, pointing to the corresponding lines as I say them aloud to him.

"Oh! Okay. Everything makes sense now," he says with a breath of relief. He plugs in the coordinates and looks at me for approval. After watching my face, he asks, "It's still incorrect, isn't it?" I give a sympathetic nod and he exclaims, "Fuck me, dude," speaking slowly, but harsh, almost.

There's a short, irrational thought that he's talking to me directly - and I dont know if he's joking or not - but I quickly catch on and understand what he really means. I feel myself blush and I quickly turn away, hoping he doesn't notice.

Luckily, he doesn't, as he asks me another question. The warm feeling of heat in my cheeks slowly goes away and I go back to helping him.

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The bell rings and everyone is out the door in a rush. Harry begins to walk the other direction and I ask, "Do you need a tour guide once more?"

"No. I got it, thank you. And thanks for helping me catch up today."

I nod and ask, "How can I contact you in case you need help tonight?"

"Don't worry. You'll just know." He sees my confusion and quotes himself, "'Happy late birthday.'"

Something in my brain clicks and my face lights up with joy and excitement. "Alright. Gotcha," I say and we split up to our next classes.

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"So, how'd it go?" Tony asks, raising his eyebrows at me.

For once I'm not confused about what he's talking about and I feel myself starting to blush as I say, "It went goooood."

"Ooh! Sounds exciting," Clint says.

"Give details," Tony says. Clint agrees and leans over the seat, giving me eager eyes.

I chuckle. "You two are such girls."

"Thanks!" Clint says, laughing. "But seriously, tell us." He pauses. "Please."

"Okay, fine," I say, finally giving in. I start from the top with, "So I went over and sat next to him..." I go on a long tangent, telling them every detail I could remember.

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