Prologue
“You fucking loser!” I heard someone yell from behind me. I scowled, glaring at the people behind me, “Another shitty day with these idiots…” I shut my locker door and picked up the pace, “Like hell i'm sticking around”. I got lost in my thoughts, imagining very, let’s say violent things happening to my “bullies”. I wasn’t looking where I was going and bumped into someone, causing the other kid and I to fall down.
“Damm”
I got up and immediately started to apologize, “I’m so sorry, are you ok-”
I started to apologize, but stopped midway as I saw him,
“Uh- wait, you’re in my math right?”
“I-I am, didn't expect anyone to remember that..” he said meekly, almost scared?
“P… Parker, Right?”
“Uh, Peter actually,” He said slightly flustered, ”Peter Parker.”
As I got up and composed myself, I started to help Peter with all of his papers, I managed to get a good look at Peter and I was starstruck. I observed Peter gather and stack his papers and I couldn’t look away. I was enamored by Peter, everything about him seemed so perfect.
Goddammit, he looks like a fucking angel.”
“Hey, hello? A-are you ok?”
“Shit.”
“Uh- Yeah, sorry. Uh…” I looked into Peter’s brown eyes, getting lost in them so easily. I took a deep breath in, gathering my thoughts and shaking my head.
“So- Uh, where ya headin’?” Peter had.. A British accent? He groaned softly and facepalmed. I don’t think he meant to speak in an accent. Maybe it just comes out when he’s nervous?
“Sorry” He replied, clearly embarrassed, face startled.
“It’s fine, I have English with Ms. Santiago, what about you?”
“Oh! I also have her, I just got moved over to her class. Do you want to walk with me there?” He gave me a wide grin and slightly held out his hand, signaling for me to grab it.
I ponder for a moment, I've never been good at making friends, let alone keeping them. What if this is a sick joke, but looking at his face, all of my doubts fly away, and I grab his hand and start walking to class.