Peter Parker Imagines 🕷

What are you up to?

You had to admit you understood why people we're pressing for school to start later because Physics at seven in the morning really wasn't doing it for you. And the same went for the rest of the class, it was so bad that the teacher had actually brought in a Keurig machine along with coffee and the whole shebang for the students. You were only halfway through the school year and senioritis was hitting you hard, but somehow you still managed to stay afloat... as for certain classmates, not so much.

     "So the final velocity is going to be-" Mr. J goes to reach for the index cards with the students names on them when he notices Peter dosing off in the back. "Mr. Parker!" he shouts from the front of the class. Peter's head still rests on his binder while the rest of the class swivels their seats in his direction, low chuckles emanating from different parts of the room. A frustrated grumble comes from your teacher, "will someone please wake up Mr. Parker, Kyle please".

      The student nudges Peter causing him to spring up, his head moving around wobbly, "Mr. Parker what is-" Mr. J starts before he is cut off "-yeah uh the answers 15 meters per second" yawned Peter, rubbing his eyes. Your teacher raised his brow and fixed his glasses "it's actually-" "-yea negative fifteen meters per second my bad I got some drool on the paper" he interjected once more, but mumbled the last part.

      The entire class looked from the teacher, to Peter, and then back to the teacher, while your attention moved back to Peter whose eyes meet yours with a mischievous grin. You responded by shaking your head, but the smile that formed on your lips gave away how amused you actually were. "Now class" your teacher began, bringing the focus back to the front of the room, "I'm going to be handing out a set of worksheets which you are allowed to do together." he rambled handing out the first stack of sheets to your row. "Although, this does not mean you take the answers from somebody else and steel all the credit" he stressed, eyeing the row behind you.

      Once (friend's name) had given you your paper you started working, taking out your reference table and calculator, and began writing down some equations. Your two friend's next to you continued talking, so as usual you continued working on the sheet.

     Going through the questions, a person moving from the back of the room caught your attention. Already knowing who it was a cheeky smile formed on your lips, causing you to move your binder over a bit, Peter made his way over to you with his worksheets and a pen in hand. Noticing Peter your two friends perked up, "oh Peter thank god you're here! We have no idea what we're doing", your one friend groaned causing you to roll your eyes a bit. He acknowledged them with a nod, as he settled his work next to yours, "our hero" you teased, moving your eyes away from the calculator to face him. His white teeth peaked out from his cheeky grin, but the bags under his eyes told another story causing you to frown a bit. "How you doing sunshine, you're not looking too hot" you stated, eyes examining him a bit more. He leaned against the lab table and began writing down the answer to one of the problems "I'm fine" he responded, his shoulder rolling a bit as if it was irritated.

    "You sure you want to stand Pete, I'm willing to share my seat" you smirked, swiveling your chair suggestively. Pete looked over eyeing you, his gaze moving from your lap to your face with a flirty grin "oh really now?" he quirked raising a brow. Heat instantly rose to your face and you bit your tongue "no I ugh I was just joking um... Uhhh" you brain went a little haywire but thankfully (your friends name) spoke out "Peter we need your help!" she whined from next to him, her sheet as well as your other friends completely blank with only a few equations written down. "I'll be there in a minute, lemme just discuss them with (name) and then I'll help you guys out" he assured.

   "So where were we again something about sharing a seat?' he teased, causing your face to go red again. "No we were about to compare answers remember?' you argued, moving a strand behind your ear. "Right" he responded, turning back to his work, moving a lot closer to you so that your shoulders were touching. You skin instantly heated up and you could feel his muscles against yours, you bit your tongue.

    "How are we doing class?" the teacher shouted from his desk, "good' you yelped, instantly biting your cheek because your voice had come out more strained than you expected it to.  Attempting to calm yourself you looked back to your worksheets and chuckled, while yours was covered in formulas and numbers Peter's was completely blank, except for the answers on the page.

   As he was going on and on about one of the problems you tapped his paper and looked towards him "Pete where's your work?" you asked with a questioning brow. "Oh I did it in my head" he shrugged, flicking some eraser scraps that your friends had swiped onto his paper. "Pete it's not like we're doing low-number hypotenuse problems...You're really doing this in your head?" you stressed. "Yea of course, you think I'd lie to you?" he smiled, his dimples poking out. "I hope not" you teased, pushing into him a bit. As you went back to comparing answers, his smile fell a bit, going unnoticed by you, like other things...

     Both of you went through the worksheets discussing the problems, while also having him explain to you the ones that you didn't understand. "So why is this one different from the others?" you asked, looking at his answer and then back to yours, trying to figure out what you did wrong. A loud grumble came from your teacher as he rose from his seat "will you please keep the noise down! If this continues you'll have to finish the rest by yourselves" he warned, eyeing the second row once again.

    Turning back to one another you moved in closer, the heat of your skin prickling your nerves once more. His pen dragged across your page as he began whispering in a hushed tone "See for the other ones we've been working with free falling objects but for this one you have to consider the air resistance" he explained. "We'll that's stupid", you grumbled your nose scrunching a bit, causing Peter to laugh. "You're adorable" he chuckled, his eyes instantly shooting out, showing that slipped out by mistake. Your eyes lowered in response "oh really now?" you chided, seeing his cheeks flush. A stream of "uhs ums" and awkward laughs came from him until a light-hearted giggle from you halted his awkward remarks, "well look who's the flustered one now" you taunted, moving your head closer to his "you know you're not too bad yourself Parker" you admitted, really popping out the "P" in his name.

     You're flirtatious side was coming out again and you swore to yourself if someone didn't- "Jesus Christ Peter how long does it take to compare answers with (name) get your butt over here" complained (friend's name) poking him from behind. An agitated sigh left your throat "there's some ladies who need rescuing Parker" you smiled sadly, before moving away from him and turning back towards your work once more.

    You saw Pete from the corner of your eye slowly turn over to your friends and you noticed the strain in his muscles again. Something was off, for the past month or so he's seemed tired...different. And not senioritis different, no, like something else was taking up his time. A girl maybe? You frowned at the thought, realizing how distant he'd been. The only time you saw him anymore was in school, and sometimes he wasn't even in school, ever since he was absent for those two weeks something's changed. But what could it be?