Peter Parker x Y/N (Tom Holland story)

4| The bully

Your POV
It was first period and I had chemistry.

My chemistry class was pretty boring and to be honest the only thing I we'd really interested in was Peter.

I was sat in the class on fiddling with my pen until it flew into the air and hit someone on the head.

"I am so sorry!" I said to the person.

They looked behind to see me, the boy had brown hair and his face was painted with an angry frown.

"Is this your girlfriend Peter?" The boy said.

I saw Peter turn around, I was so embarrassed.

"What, no!" Peter said

Peter sounded disgusted. Hearing him say that made my stomach knot. I looked at Peter, his cheeks were red and he turned around.

"Don't worry Y/N that was just Flash in the chemistry class, he's the school bully so don't over think anything he says."

But all I could think about was what Peter had said, did he really not like me?

I walked to my next class with Mj still thinking about it, but tried to get it out of my head for my next lesson.

I was sat in my maths lesson, playing with my pen to try and distract myself from everything.

I thought about some lyrics to my new song because music was always my escape to everything.

I used to write music back in England and my mum had always told me how talented I was.

I had never performed or even really told anyone about my music because I liked to keep things about me a secret.

I wasn't always very good at talking about myself to other people and sharing my own personal experiences, but I was a good listener.

I used to sit and listen to peoples problems all the time.

I looked out the window of my maths class and thought about some lyrics.

It was raining outside and I usually thought rain was my inspiration to write.

Many of my songs were about the rain and how the world can be depressing, but I also like writing about hope and how in the world there is always something good to come.

I try to think about the positive because that's what my mum always taught me and there is no point In thinking negatively because it only makes you feel worse.

I sat in my class for another hour and couldn't think of any new lyrics in the time.

My lesson was about to end and the bell was about to ring, so I packed my things up to get ready to leave.

I wasn't really thinking about what Peter and Flash had said earlier, all I was thinking about was lyrics to my song and my next class.

The day was going very slow and all I was hoping was now was the day to end.