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The exchange student| Peter Parker

By: jerod-writes

New students weren’t exactly news at Midtown, so Peter thought nothing of it when he was chosen to lead a new person around the school. Since most of the related duties occurred during school hours, Peter hadn’t cut out student ambassadorship like he had his other extracurriculars. The more that Peter could gallivant around the city as a certain arachnid-like hero, the happier he was. “Hey Ms. Kennett!” Peter greets the office secretary kindly. She looks up from the paper she was writing on and flashes the boy a smile.

“Hi, Peter. Give me one second and I’ll grab you the papers you need,” she replies in a gentle voice. Peter unceremoniously plops down in one of the seats in front of her desk. The secretary finishes writing what she was in the middle of before turning around and pulling open a filing cabinet. After finding the needed paperwork, she spins back around and sets it down in front of Peter. The teenager picks up the small envelope, glancing at the front cover. Right above the Midtown emblem is a sticker bearing the name, (Y/L/N), (Y/N).

“They know to meet me in the front, right?” Peters inquires. Ms. Kenneth nods her head while picking up the ringing phone. The two exchange waves as a goodbye before Peter exits the office and strides to the main entrance of the school.

To say you’re nervous is an understatement, you’re probably on the verge of an anxiety attack as the car you’re in pulls up in front of the building. The man who is hosting you while you’re in the U.S., Mr. Henaghan, looks at you concerned. “You okay, kid?” he questions. Him and his wife have been really nice to you, volunteering to let you stay with them while their daughter was at your home school in your home country.

“Yeah,” you manage to get out. He gives you a disbelieving look but doesn’t push any further. You start to pull open the door when you feel a hand on your shoulder.

“(Y/N), if you need anything, especially if this is all a little too much, just give me a call. I’ll come get you and take you back to the house.” The concern in his eyes makes you smile.

“I think I can make it,” you say with all the confidence you can muster. He smiles back at you before releasing his hand. You push the door open and set foot onto the pavement, looking back at Mr. Henaghan, who gives you a thumbs-up, before closing the door. People around you immediately take notice of you, it must not be hard to tell that you’re new here. Ignoring glances and trying not to think too much about the whispering between people in different groups, you make your way up the front steps.

The second you enter the building, you can feel the climate change. People are rushing about, invested in their own work or chatting away with their friends. You start to scan the crowd, looking for the student ambassador you were told would meet you here. Your eyes eventually rest on a boy wearing a blue sweater with the Midtown emblem prominently featured on the chest. You can feel your heart skip a beat as you look up to his face. You decide in that moment that he is one of the most beautiful guys you have ever seen in your life. His almost-too-perfect skin is highlighted by a strong jawline and a cute set of pink lips. A mop of curly brown hair sits atop his head, lazily styled to the right.

You swear your heart almost stops beating when your eyes focus in on the black nametag resting above the left side of his chest. The words ‘PETER PARKER: STUDENT AMBASSADOR’ are set into the black plastic in white writing. You swallow a breath as you realize that he is the person that’s been selected to show you around this new school. ‘Great. It just had to be a really cute boy, didn’t it?’ you think to yourself. You take a deep breath to collect yourself before striding over to him.