Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots

Learned to hate *part 1* (Peter Parker)

Requested by simpforsoup: Y/N and Peter hate each other for every reason possible. One day, Y/N gets Peter's number from Flash from an advert for tutoring. Without realising that it's him, she texts the number and they start talking.

I walked into math class, trying not to roll my eyes as, as usual, Peter Parker was sitting right at the front of the class. I started to walk past his desk, though stumbled as my foot got caught on the strap of his backpack.

"Fucking watch where you put your bag, Parker. I almost tripped." I spat.

"Good. Maybe it'll teach you to look where you're fucking going." he snapped back. I clenched my jaw at him, making him roll his eyes as I continued to move down the class to the table at the back that I shared with my best friend, Flash.

"Hey." I mumbled, chucking my bag under the desk as I sat next to him.

"What was that about with Penis Parker?" he asked.

"Nothing. Just him being inconsiderate, so I almost tripped over his bag." I shrugged, making Flash scoff and shake his head as I looked at the back of Peter's head. Peter and I had absolutely hated each other since the start of time. I hadn't minded him in elementary school, and had even started to become slightly attracted to him in high school when he hit puberty and so got even more attractive. But something about him had always pissed me off. He had always been so nerdy, and I couldn't stand people who worked all of the time and never partied or loosened up. And that, was him. As far as I was aware, Peter had also never really noticed me either. Well, until I became friends with Flash, his bully. I didn't endorse Flash's bullying of Peter, but the fact that I hung out with him was enough reason for Peter to start hating me, and hanging out with Flash also strengthened my dislike for Peter. And so here we were, several years later, and Peter and I hated each other's guts.

"Hey, you're still struggling with math, right?" Flash asked as he looked at me.

"Definitely. I think that I might have to blow my brains out before the midterm next week." I sighed, making Flash chuckle.

"Or, you could call this guy." he nodded. I looked down at the small slip of paper that was held between his fingers, the only thing written on it being a phone number.

"What is this?" I asked as I took it from him.

"I pulled it off of a flyer in Brooklyn. It's for a guy named Pete, he says that he's a Queens guy who can help with math and science tutoring. Thought it was worth a shot." he shrugged. I nodded and looked at him.

"Yeah, maybe. I'll check him out, thanks, Flash." I spoke. He nodded as the teacher walked in, making me slip the piece of paper into my bag as class started.

I sat at my desk in my room, my head in my hands as I stared down at the math homework that was meant to prepare us for the midterm. The issue was that it may as well have been written in Chinese, because that's how little I understood it. Suddenly, I remembered the number that Flash had given me. I dug it out of my bag and looked at it, a sigh leaving my lips. Was I really about to call a complete stranger to ask for tutoring? This guy could be a fifty-year-old creep for all I knew. I sighed again, figuring that it was still worth a shot. I typed the number into my phone and saved it under "Pete" before sending a message.

Peter's P.O.V

Peter sat at his desk in his room, pencil scribbling away as he did the homework for the midterm. Suddenly, his phone buzzed, making him look at it. His eyebrows furrowed as it wasn't MJ or Ned like he was expecting, instead it was an unknown number.