Chapter 2
Peter hurried into chemistry, the bell ringing over his head just as he tripped into his seat. Mr. Cobbwell looked up from his computer, narrowed his eyes at Peter, and looked at the clock before waving his hand. "Whatever," he mumbled, before clicking around his computer.
Peter breathed out a sigh of relief and looked at the equation on the board as he scrambled to get his things out of his bag. It wasn't a hard equation, not after working with Tony for the last four months. Chemistry wasn't precisely Tony Starks' favorite thing, but he used it daily. By the time he got out his binder and pen, he had it halfway figured out and started scribbling the equation down as quickly as possible.
With one minute left to spare on the timer, Peter sat up and immediately felt like he was being watched. He slowly turned around, only to meet the same blue eyes again. The kid blinked, focusing on Peter instead of the board. He smirked at Peter and tapped his pen against his chin before winking again.
Peter quickly turned back around, a blush dusting his cheeks. He rubbed his nose as if to get rid of the embarrassment warming him up.
Cobbwell cleared his throat just as the timer went off, and Peter looked up as Cobbwell started to explain the equation, and then led into what they would be talking about today, as well as their project for the next two weeks. Cobbwell wrapped up his lecture relatively quickly and gave them ten minutes to start planning out their projects. Cobbwell didn't stand up and declare himself important, unlike some of his other teachers. He was more interested in what the kids came up with in their projects at the end of the week than lecturing them.
Peter relaxed into his chair and flipped through his planner, trying to figure out when he could schedule a time to go to the library other than his free period. It was at the end of the day, and there wasn't any rule saying that he had to use his study period at the school, so he usually left early and headed over to the tower. He finally found a block of time and scribbled it in before putting everything in his bag. English was on the other side of campus, and he was going to have to book it to make it on time and avoid Flash coming out of his Chemistry class.
"Wow," the new kid said, and Peter startled and turned around. "You're a pretty busy guy it looks like."
Peter blinked at the accent, thick and smooth and southern. "Where are you from?"
The New Kid blinked and then burst into laughter. "Rose Hill, Tennessee." He paused like he expected Peter to react to that before he smiled and held out his hand. "I'm Harley, Harley Keener."
"Peter Parker," Peter said, shaking his hand. "You've been staring at me."
"I might have been," Harley said, still grinning brightly. "You seemed like an interesting person."
In the seat next to them, Jason snorted, and Harley tilted his head. "I suppose your classmate right here doesn't think so, but then, what does he know, right?" Harley winked again and didn't even flinch when the bell went off, just grabbed his bag and walked out of the door.
Jason stared at him for a moment before looking over at Peter, as if he could explain what just happened.
Peter quickly remembered he needed to be on the other side of the school in less than four minutes and grabbed his bag before running out of the door.
"Hey, Penis!" he heard, but he just kept running.