Secret - Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)

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Midtown High School, Queens, New York.
The place I'll spend my senior year. I mean I'm not complaining, anything would be an improvement from my last school in San Francisco.
So what is Isla Greene's plan to survive here without making a complete fool of herself, you ask?
actually...I don't know.

'meet Gwen Stacy outside the gates'
is written on the crumpled up piece of paper in the pocket of my jacket.

My dad gave it to me, I think he's friends with her father.
I'm living with my dad now, I mean that's why I moved, my parents separated and my mom is still living in California...they told me that 'they were on different paths' or something.

"Isla?"
I hear from behind me, it's a blonde girl who I assume to be Gwen Stacy,

"Yeah that's me , so you must be Gwen?''

"So how are you finding Queens so far?''
she asks as we walk into school together,

Looking around as I step in,
"It's definitely different.''
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I've made it through three classes and now it's break, Gwen told me to find her outside at the benches.

But before that I need to put my physics textbook in my locker.
shit, where was it again? I must look stupid looking around the middle of the hall like a moron.

"Hey watch out!''
I hear a male voice speaking in my direction but before I can react a skateboard runs into me, tripping me up.

He kneels down to check on me,
"I'm really sorry that doesn't usually happen I assure you. Are you alright?''

"I'll survive."
I reply looking up at the guy; he has big brown eyes, he's wearing a black top, green jacket and has a camera dangling from his neck,

still making eye contact he continues,
"My name is Pet-''

"Parker! If you want to keep that skateboard, keep it off the ground, and more importantly off of the the new students, ya hear me?"

We both turn to look at the teacher

Lifting up his skateboard he replies "Yes sir."
once the teacher left he put it back down.

"Peter Parker, that's my name."
he mentions looking back at me offering a hand for me to get up.

Taking his hand, I introduce myself
"Isla.''

He raises an eyebrow, "no surname then, huh?"

"Greene. Isla Greene"

"Well, Isla, here's your textbook and again I really am sorry." He says picking up my book for me and handing it so me and he goes to skate away.

"Wait, Peter!"

He turns around

"Nice camera."

A smile forms on his face,
perhaps this year isn't going to be as bad as I thought it would be - making friends isn't THAT hard after all.