Super Human? •PETER PARKER 2•

Chapter 19

"This class is so boring. Maybe I should switch my major," I think to myself as I sit in my psychology 101 class. I'm trying to pay attention and take notes but I can't seem to focus. My wrist seems to start hurting every now and then.

"Don't switch your major," I hear Peter say. I blink a couple times. I sometimes forget that he can hear me even if we are clearly no where near each other. Wonder how far it can go? Do we need to use it more often? "Actually I kind of like not using it all the time," Peter thinks to me. He must be really in tune to me.

"Wonder why it only happens sometimes?" I think back. I can almost feel him shrug.

"I think it has something to do with where our thought are. Like maybe if we think about each other? I'm not sure though," Peter replies. I stare off into space as I listen to his words. It's sort of weird how calm and soothing his voice is.

"Do you think if we had a dream with one of us in it we'd have the same dream?" I ask. I'm just spit balling questions now trying not to send my thoughts about his voice to him. Am I able to keep them separate?

"I honestly don't know. Sounds like a mind expert question. Doctor Strange could probably help if I knew where he was," Peter says. I furrow my eyebrows a bit.

"Doctor strange?" I question. "I don't think I've heard of him," I think as kids start to get up around me. I close my notebook and flinch as my wrist begins acting up again.

"Remember back before the blip when there was that weird building that was said to have magic people in it?" Peter asks me. I nod but then remember he can't see me. My head is starting to hurt a bit. I'm thinking this is the longest we've talked like this. I start walking rubbing my wrist a little as I walk.

"Vaguely. People in high school, well my newer one always said it was haunted," I respond after a moment. Peter is silent after that for awhile as I walk into the library to catch up on some homework.

I make my way up to the top floor to look for a good space to be alone. However, once I get up there almost like some weird magic I see Peter sitting at a table reading a huge textbook and writing some notes or assignment. I tilt my head a little at the coincidence and start walking towards him.

"Parker," I say lightly trying to keep my voice low to not disturb other people. He looks up and smiles a bit.

"Oh hey Stella, I didn't know you'd be here," he says lightly almost whispering as he looks around. The floor we are on is basically empty only a few other students are studying.

"Yeah I just have a little homework to do," I reply keeping my tone soft. I glance down at his book. In big bold letters, and highlighted is the word 'identity'. I glance back up at Peter. "Sorry, Uh, I'll leave you be you look busy," I add fixing the strap on my bag. He quickly shakes his head.

"No I'm just going over some stuff. It's not even for school really," he says, but looks around before he continues. "It's more Spider-Man stuff."

"Don't you have homework?" I ask as he gestures for me to sit down. I do slowly letting my bag fall to the ground and unzipping it as quietly as I can. He shrugs.

"Some, but this is more important."

"School is important Peter," I Tell him more sternly. He rolls his eyes a bit, something I don't often watch him do. He always seemed too innocent to give anyone any kind of attitude. "It really is Parker, you should take it more seriously."

"Schools too easy," he says lightly with a smirk. I roll my eyes at him this time as I get out my textbook for math and look for our homework assignment page. "You haven't done that yet?" He asks me. I had a moment of suddenly not wanting to sit here but I remove the thought from my brain.

"No Parker I haven't. I've been busy," I state simply. "Not all of us can be super geniuses like you," I add looking up at him with a fake smile. He laughs lightly and runs a hand through his hair.

"Just Lucky i guess," he says lightly leaning on the table again bringing his pen up and twirling it in his hand. "I can give you the answers if you want," he adds pointing to my notebook where I'm writing out the problems in the book to do my work. I shake my head.

"You know just now I think was the first time you actually insulted my intelligence," I say to him. He raises his eyebrows getting almost a puppy dog look to him.

"Oh Stella that wasn't my intention. I know you're very bright and-

"Parker," I say lightly shutting him up. "It's fine. Just wanted you to know."

"I'm sorry," he says quieter. I nod as if to say it's fine and run through the problems as he goes back to his notes. Seems like he's reading more than writing. Possibly only taking the important stuff. I find myself looking at him, basically staring. I watch him twirl his pen in his hand. He even chews on the end sometimes as he reads. I try to focus back but I keep wanting to stare at him and just have my mind drift wherever. He takes his jacket off and I find myself staring at his arms for a second. Spider-Man must keep him pretty in shape, I mean like Spider-Man fights and what not.

"I wonder if he's a virgin?" I find myself thinking. He furrows his eyebrows a bit. I widen my eyes looking back down and doing my math hoping he didn't hear me. "Oh my god how fucking embarrassing," I think to myself. I try not to look at him but one glance and I see he has a stupid smudge smile on his face, but he's still not looking at me. He clears his throat and starts packing up as I notice his watch lights up blue. He moves swiftly but quick. I look up at him and he points to the watch.

"Duty calls," he says. I nod as he starts to walk away digging in his bag. I stare at the sweatshirt he left on the chair.

"You forgot your sweatshirt," I think, to him this time.

"Just keep it, not like I'll never see you again," he thinks back quickly. He moves fast cause he's already out of my sight and I imagine heading somewhere to change into his Spider-Man garb. "Also I'm not," he sends quickly but then goes silent. I feel my cheeks go warm and I knock my head lightly against the table. I quickly pull myself back up and laugh a bit.

"How fucking embarrassing," I say to myself laughing lightly again.