Multifandom Oneshots

Jealous - Parkner

A/N: Another wonderous one-shot about my favorite science boy nerds! So cute! Enjoy!

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"Uh, Peter, you good?"

"Huh?" Peter glanced over at Ned who was shooting him a look of concern.

"You're - uh - You're kinda breaking your pencil."

Peter looked down at the mangled splinters of wood in his hand. Oh, he thought dumbly as he let his grip on the pencil fall, the broken pieces drop onto his paper. He brushed off his hands, sweeping the debris to the corner of his page as he took out another pencil and started working on his English assignment again.

Unfortunately, his eyes didn't stay on the page for very long as he found himself looking across the room again. More specifically, he was looking at Harley. Harley Freaking Keener. The ultimate bane of his existence. Just looking at him made an ugly knot form in Peter's gut. He hated Harley. Him and his stupid ego, and sarcasm, and intelligence, and his hair and eyes. The worst, however, was his smile. His stupid, horrible, beautiful smile. 

While Peter was slaving away, Harley was just sitting there, smiling like a loon. Why was he smiling like that? Didn't he know what that smile did to people, to Peter?

He seemed to know what it was doing to Missy Cornwall. Missy was swooning like a child to a puppy. Harley could clearly see that too. He kept letting her lean in, kept letting her touch his shoulder or his arm or even, god forbid, his leg. What a tramp, Peter thought. This is an English class. She should know to keep her hands to herself. She should know not to touch his Harley.

Except, Harley wasn't Peter's, and that was fine because Peter didn't like Harley. He didn't. He hated him.

Harley's smile widened as Missy whispered something to him. He let out a quiet laugh. Peter cursed himself for not using his spider senses to hear what she had said. He desperately wanted to know what made Harley laugh like that. Just for... reasons. 

Missy whispered something else to Harley and this time Peter listened in. "Come on, Harls, who wouldn't like you? You're quite the catch!"

She winked after that. Harley blushed and Peter broke another pencil.

"Peter!" Ned exclaimed, jumping in his seat next to Peter as the sound of the pencil breaking startled him. It was a bit too forceful, wasn't it?

"Sorry, Ned," Peter said to his best friend, and he was sorry, but mostly he just wanted an excuse to look away from Harley and Missy. He could feel both of their eyes on him now. "I - uh - I have to use the restroom."

Peter excused himself as he quickly exited the room. He hadn't even needed to ask to leave. His teacher had gone to make some copies while they worked a couple of minutes ago. They hadn't come back yet so Peter just left.

He made it all the way down the hall and took a right into one of the unused classrooms. He didn't know why he had chosen to come here. All he knew was that he had to get away. Get away from that rubbish English assignment, away from Missy and her wandering hands, away from Harley. Harley Freaking Keener. God, he hated him.

Peter punched the wall. It cracked under his knuckles making him feel just a little bit better. He heaved a breath, heavy and ragged. Why was he so angry right now?

"Peter?" 

Peter's head snapped up at the sound of someone entering the classroom. It was Harley. Of course, it was Harley. He always had to show up, even when Peter wished more than anything he could just never have to see him again. Peter knew as soon as he thought it though that he didn't mean it. His life would be a lot more boring without Harley, and Peter hated boredom a lot more than he hated Harley.