pov: original character called dylan
about: peter parker
he likes to drink sweet tea, i've noticed that. it's like it's apart of his schedule. he walks into school carrying his cup of sweet tea, smiling as he lifts it to his lips, listening intently to his best friend, ned, talk. he walks to his locker, asks ned to hold his drink whilst he takes his books out of his locker, then takes back his beverage, finishes it off and finds the nearest bin before heading to his first class, mechanics with ned.
now hear me out, it's not creepy. just more like... observation. it's only because his locker is across from mine, just a bit to the left. i notice things in everyone, just more of peter parker than other people.
"yo! wake up dude, what's on your mind, you seem dazed." jake questions me.
"he's always like that you idiots, you guys just don't realise because you don't have a single brain cell left due to all that pointless sports you play." i look at my little sister, as she holds up a finger, getting back to her book.
"well i'm sorry we can't all be as wonderful as you princess." jake retorts.
"my dudes! what is up!" flash claps his hand on my back and i roll my eyes.
"just wondering why dylan here isn't paying attention." kayden ruffles my hair.
"i'm just- it's nothing, i get distracted by everything around me."
"alright, now let's get to class. wait what do we even have."
"history man, keep up, we're in this hell-hole day in, day out."
i trail behind me friends who push each other down the hall, my sister already walking off to her best friend. we settle down into class. my friends weren't originally signed up to this class, they only did it because i wanted to, which is kinda annoying since i enjoy this subject, and they interrupt every five minutes.
i keep glancing at the clock, wishing time to move faster, still listening to what the teacher has to say as she hands out a text book and tells us to fill in the worksheet - probably since she has given up on us. i try to work quickly through it, but flash (who sits across from me) keeps tapping my foot, occasionally throwing bits of paper at me. "man, what the fuck?" i whisper to him.
"why're you doing work? teacher doesn't give a crap and neither should you."
"because i need the grades. i can't afford to let it slip and be taken off the team. i need to get this scholarship so i can go to college." flash says nothing but nods his head.
"there's a party at mine after the big game on friday, you in?"
"sure man, now let me get on with my work." flash rolls his eyes but folds his arms on the desk, laying his head down to them.
the bell rings for next class and i quickly, but neatly put my books into my bag, making my way to my next class.
i walk into the room and see peter is already sat in the seat next to mine. i love literature, it's beautiful. but the way peter reads aloud, the words of shakespeare and tom hardy, just makes it a thousand times more incredible. it's like he has a gift and the words flow off his tongue, the quirkiness of himself peaks through, as his nervousness arises as everyone watches and listens (flash snickers every now and then). the way his face turns red and he picks at the end of his sweaters sleeve. it's really... enduring.
i say a quick hello and get out what's needed, noticing the rest of the table arrive, including my best friend. the teacher puts on a movie of the book we're reading, which i ignore and pick up the book itself, reading. i glance at peter out of the corner of my eye, noticing him doing the same, so i fully turn my head towards him, which he nervously smiles at me, "i don't really like the movie, doesn't do the book justice."
