Dreaming Of You - Jenna Ortega imagines

Spider-boy, king of thieves - tc

You tried to help out with them, but you weren't able to help out as much as you thought. "Come on, y/n, we need to fix up your fist." Tara grabbed your wrist and pulled you along. Your hands never split apart, causing a warmth to arise in your stomach.

"No- Tara, it's fine-" You knew that your fist was healing already. "Are you okay though? That guy has some serious grip."

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You knocked onto the door with some pills in hand. Quinn and Tara looked at you as their laughter died down. "I'm gonna go." Quinn got up. "And let you guys chat." She smiled and walked off, closing the door behind her while you placed the pills on the table.

"Thanks." She smiled at you, you just leaned onto her desk and looked at her. "You could go back, I think the fighting is done for tonight."

"That sucks, I really wanted to-" You mimicked a small fight as you got up and headed to sit beside her. "He deserved worse than a few punches and a taser."

"Oh yeah?" She taunted, eyes never leaving you. "Thanks, for saving me from going up those stairs. I was just really messed up, more than I thought."

"It's not the first time he's done that before." You leaned onto your hands, avoiding her eyes. "So, if you feel bad about it, don't. I really don't mind saving yet another girl from being date raped by Frankie."

"Oh? You've done this before?" She was now curious. She's known about you, the lovable Y/n Parker. Smart, strong, pretty and outspoken, but you were pretty much mysterious. She's heard a lot of rumors about you and your past, and was always drawn to you, but she never really spoke to you. She just noticed you, every class, and would wave and smile at you. She knew that a lot of the frat boys owed you, and always wanted to have you at parties.

"Yeah, a lot, like a lot." Your lips frowned slightly. "My best friend, Gwen Stacy, she almost went up with him, but I had to stop her. Frankie always tries this with freshmen, but I get called up almost every time. This was the first time I actually did something to him."

You were out of your suit, it was in a small bag that Sam gave you for the time being, your hair flipping over your shoulder as you looked over at her. "What makes me different? Why'd you hit him this time? How's your fist doing?" She grabbed your hand to look at the bruise, barely any bruising there.

"My fist is fine, don't worry about it." You reassured. "I guess, I just really didn't want Frankie to get to you." You admitted, feeling a little relieved at the truth.

"But you saved all those other girls without fighting..." She made eye contact with you, as if she was looking into your eyes for the truth. 

You smiled and looked away. "Well, all those girls aren't you." You looked at her, stuck on her. "And I think that you're really special." Your eyes flicked to her lips before moving back to her eyes.

"I'm not messed up anymore." She mumbled, leaning ever so slightly. 

"Are you?" You smiled, getting even closer.

Right before your lips could touch, Quinn barged into the room, saying something about her phone. You pulled away and stood up. She smiled awkwardly with her hands clasped together. "Did I cockblock you?"

Tara's head turned to Quinn right away. "What did you just say?"

"Cockblocked you- I cockblocked you, didn't I?"

"Oh my god." You groaned. You and Tara just kept on telling her to stop while she kept asking if she cockblocked the two of you.  

"What did you need?" Tara asked, Quinn made a face as she bent down to grab something.