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๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ๐ง'๐ญ ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ž๐ฌ๐œ๐š๐ฉ๐ž๐ ๐Ž๐’๐‚๐Ž๐‘๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š... More

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Three

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By winterrain__

Announcement
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" Is this the same Peter who hates
PDA? "


" Y/n!! Wake up, honey! " Y/n groaned and rolled over, dropping on the ground with a thud. " Oh, my god! " Helen laughed and Y/n sat up, rubbing her forehead.

" Are you okay? " She asked and Y/n grumbled. " Yep. I'll be quick. " She made her way to the bathroom with her clothes and necessities, locking the door.

Examining the bruise forming on her forehead, she giggled at herself for being so clumsy and took a quick shower.

She brushed her hair and abondoned the make up, grabbing her lip balm hastily and ran downstairs with her bag.

" Here. " She ate the pancake hurriedly and waved, running out of the door. She speedwalked and spotted Peter.

" Morning. " She said, dragging him along. Peter didn't budge. " What? " She asked, confused before grinning.
" Dork. " She threw herself over him, almost knocking both on the ground but Peter managed to balance, wrapping his arms around her waist loosely.

Her hugs always comforted him. He felt home-like, cozy and comfortable. He could smell her scent, It was delicately light and floral with vibrant bursts of bergamot, Grasse rose, rosewood, and pink pepper. 

" How long? " She giggled as Peter rocked back and forth. " A little more. " He mumbled against her hair.

" Is this the same Peter who hates
PDA? " Peter giggled and let go of her, already missing the warmth. " Good start of the day. Let's go! " He gently grabbed her wrist, pulling her along while Y/n stared at his hand holding hers.

" Hold on! " He stopped and spinned her towards him, Y/n had landed right in his chest. " What? " She chuckles, looking up.

" What's this? " He traced his thumb gently on her forehead, a small bruise. Y/n giggled. " I fell off the bed this morning. "

Peter sighed. " You're so clumsy! "

By the time they reached school with cup of coffees in their hands, Ned was already standing by Y/n's lockers.
" Ned! Here. I got you coffee. "

" I bought it."

" I carried it all the way. Do you know how hard it is to carry it all the way to school without damaging-" Peter clasped his hand on her mouth, sipping his coffee with the other.

Ned snickered and shook his head at the two. Y/n pushed his hand away and took a sip. Feeling eyes in her, she frowned and looked around, she caught a boy, who was wearing a basket ball jersey standing in a corner with his group of jocks.

He was still staring at her intensely, which made her squirm in her place and she stepped closer to Peter. Ned was busy with his coffee while Peter couldn't help but notice.

Y/n seemed troubled, almost as if she was uncomfortable. " You okay? " Y/n jumped at the sudden question. " Oh, uh... yeah. I'm good. "

" You're jumpy. What's wrong? " Peter asked, looking around. " There's just this guy staring at me-"

" That's Bradley, Flash's best friend. " Ned butted in while Peter glared at the boy. " Jerk. " She mumbled and opened her locker, taking out her books whilst Peter did the same.

" Let's go. " The three dumped their emtpy cups in the dustbin and reached the class.

--

" How much longer do we sit here? "
Y/n groaned, the teacher was sleeping peacefully since he didn't bother about them and Y/n was hungry and bored as hell.

" Just.... five more minutes. " Peter mumbled, looking at the bored girl. She was lazily playing with his fingers, comparing her palm size with his a few times and doing what not.

He chuckled, letting his hand fall to the side and Y/n huffed. " Come on,
babyface. I'm bored. "

" Come on, princess. Bell will ring like right now-"

The bell cut him off, ringing loudly and echoing through the wall. " See. Lunch time. "

Y/n got up, full of energy at the thought of food and practically dragged Peter all the way to the cafeteria. " Slowpoke, hurry up. "

Peter chuckled and led her to the line. As they got food, Ned arrived and sat scross the two with his tray. Y/n took a fry from Peter's tray and placed one back.

" You think I don't know what you're
doing? " Peter raised an eyebrow with a small smile. " Just pretend you don't. " She whispered dramatically and Ned chuckled. " What is she doing? "

" She takes all the long fries and puts the shorter ones in my tray. " He rolled his eyes and ate his fries.

" But he doesn't mind. " Y/n nudged him and Peter shook his head, trying not to smile. " We have free next. What do you have Ned? "

" Chem. "

" Sucks! " Y/n was quick to answer and Peter scoffed. " You have a Math session in the library remember? "

Y/n gaped at Pater, who snickered.
" Where did that come from? " She asks and Peter shrugged. " Since we're free, we're gonna get over math. "

Y/n huffed and her head fall on Peter's shoulders. " I don't want to. "

" Yes, you have to. "

Y/n pushed his glasses upwards and nearly fell asleep as the other two talked. The bell rung, causing Y/n to groan. " I was having a nice dream. "

" And what was it? " Peter chuckled, dragging her down towards the lockers.
" That you- get bitten by some spider! " She blushed and shook her head, wanting her hair to cover her face.

" Spider? " He screeched and Y/n giggled, opening her locker. Her lip balm came rolling and she sighed, pulling out the small mirror. " Why a spider? Why not- what are you doing? " Peter chuckled.

" It's called Lip balm. It protects your lips from pollution and damage and keeps them-"

" Can I taste it? "

Y/n gaped at him, Peter blushing. " Are trying to flirt with me? " She giggled and Peter huffed, his cheeks hurting.

He didn't know he said that out loud.
" But I gotta admit, that was smooth, Parker. " She pecked his cheek and shut her locker close.

" I know. " He sighed in relief that Y/n didn't get creeped out. Y/n couldn't help but chuckle at his tinted cheeks.
" You're too shy, if you were confident, than you'd be having a line of girls maybe here-"

She pointed to the hallways and Peter rolled his eyes. " What nonsense-"

" No, actually. Stay shy. " Y/n says, sitting in a secluded area. " Why? " Peter smirked and Y/n pouted. " Just do as I say. "

Peter laughed quitely, nudging her.
" You're jealous. " Y/n rolled her eyes.

" I'm not jealous. I don't want someone to steal you from me and Ned. "

Peter chuckled as she shifted closer and asked for the first answer. " I still don't understand. Why a spider? You know I hate spiders. And what was I doing in your dreams? "

Y/n frowned, trying to act casual. " Isn't the person I be around most of the day, you? " She nudged his shoulder and Peter rolled his eyes. " Okay, but why spiders? " He grimaced and Y/n shrugged.

I have to ask the same, Peter Parker. What were you doing in my dream? Why was I dreaming about your stupid smile?!  She thought as she scribbled down some random number.

" You can't guess a number! You need to solve it. " Peter chuckled and Y/n huffed. " I hate Math. "

" Math hates you too. "

Y/n groaned and dropped her pen, placing her head on her hands and falling asleep slowly while Peter watched her. He chuckled, pushing the hair out of her face and focused on his work, which was quite impossible.

Thr bell rung and Peter sighed, packing his stuff. " N/n, wake up. " He shook her and Y/n hummed, not moving.

" I'm leaving. " She shot up, and collected her things. " I'm up. " Peter snickered and corrected her hair,
" Come on. It's Biology. I don't want to be late... "

Peter rambled and Y/n stared.

" Good evening, class! There is a special announcement today " Y/n blinked, looking at the teacher.

What the fuck? Why am I staring at
Peter?!  She thought, internally debating as she heard the teacher say something.

" This weekend, we've been given permission to take you all for OSCORP industries for a fieldtrip. "

There were many whispers of excitement and some were disappointing. Y/n and Peter on the other hand, were glancing at each other confused. " Why OSCORP? I wish it was Stark Industries. " Peter muttered under his breath and Y/n chuckled.

" We'll get there one day, babyface. Just wait. " She whispered, leaning closer so the teacher won't hear. Peter turned to face her at the same time she did,
" What? " She grinned, Peter shook his head.

" Let's just hope that comes true. " He mumbled and faced back to the board. He pinched his fingers to measure the distance between his face and Y/n's just now and shook his head again.

" No. "

Was all he said to himself and managed to focus on the class for the rest if the time.

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