Peter Parker Imagines

The Mandatory Class | Peter x Reader (Part One)

Cringe warning ya'll. Just two teenagers figuring out their feelings for each other and coming to grips with puberty. Gets smutty in the next two parts!

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Awkward teenagers, super-brief NSFW, two idiots pining after each other

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I've known Peter Parker for half a dozen years now. We were both weird little 12-year olds when we were forced to pair up for an activity in sixth grade. Lucky for me, he was kind enough to let me do my part of the activity in silence.

Our first shared words weren't even words. He made a peace offering by sliding an apple juice box across the table towards me, and I shyly accepted it. Making it a swap, I passed him the glad-wrapped brownie my mom had made me the previous afternoon.

From then on, we were practically inseparable. Even when he met Ned a couple of years later in his math class, our circle only grew by one. They remained my best friends all throughout middle school and stayed with me during the bumpy ride to high-school.

The only hiccup along the way was my little crush developing on Peter. As we grew up, he went from a baby-faced little pre-teen to a... less baby-faced teenager. Somehow, he remained flawless throughout the beginning of puberty.

Lucky bitch.

Now, in 10th Grade, we were closer than ever. And that presented somewhat of a problem, since the older we got, the harder it became to stop myself from seeing Peter in a different light. He wasn't just my adorable best friend anymore.

He was my hot, nerdy best friend that brought me hot chocolate on Monday mornings, and always offered a hug if I didn't smile at him every time I met up with him. It was always the little things that made me adore him.

Lately, however, he's been acting strange around me. Constantly shifting in his seat during class, offering fewer hugs, avoiding touching me where he could. He was... nervous to say the least.

I didn't know whether I should approach him head-on about the issue or simply dance around it. Right now, I didn't have time to think about it. With class starting in ten minutes, I had to swap out my books at my locker and fill up my water bottle.

As if life had its own personal vendetta against me, the intercom beeped once, then twice. The voice of our principal spoke up moments later, sounding rather tired.

"Sophomores, please be aware that the curriculum has been altered for the next six weeks. Every Tuesday, your second class has been replaced by a new Health class. Please report to the admin office to receive your new temporary schedules."

Health class?? Why on Earth did they switch out my Tuesday English class for a health class?

Leaving my books in my locker, I followed the principal's instructions and made for admin, knowing there was going to be a wave of students in mere minutes clambering for their schedules.

The poor lady behind reception looked terrified as students started to gather in front of her desk, forming a horde of unruly and half-asleep kids. I was in and out in under a minute, swiping my schedule and gapping it before the crowd formed.

My new health class was in the same hallway as my Chemistry class, and upon arriving outside the door, I spotted my best friend leaning against the wall and pouring over his schedule as if it were the word of god.

His focused expression was broken as I nudged him with my elbow, bringing him back to reality. "Oh! Y/N," He sounded relieved to see me. "I thought I was going to be alone in this class. Thank god you're here."