Dreaming Of You - Jenna Ortega imagines

I just adore you - j.o

TW SLURS AND STUFF QAND BULLYIGN

In which you kiss in the rain

Listen to: Love Like You - Rebecca Sugar

Being Spiderwoman was pretty good, you loved the thrill that it gave you. It also gave you a lot more perks in school, it was a lot easier for you to sneak around, getting away with different things. I mean, you already did, a lot of people at school call you a nerd, even though you go to a science school. So, everyone's a nerd, technically. Anyways, going to a science school gave you perks with being Spiderwoman, the stuff you were learning helped you with creating different type of webs to test out and try.

You were just writing something down into your notebook, a small reminder for tonight. Someone smacked the back of your head. "'Sup Nerd." It was Flash, this kid has been bullying you for god knows how long. You were pretty fucking sick of it. You slammed your way up.

"Be so fucking for real." He turned to look at you weirdly. "I'm so fucking sick of you, you really think you're that much better than me? You're just a fucker who's peaking in high school and has a tiny dick. I'm sorry that I get more bitches than you, I'm sorry that you're failing the easiest subject this school has to offer."

He stomped towards you, pointing his finger in your face. "You're a nerd, you're weird, there's no way that you can be better than me." By this point, there was a crowd around the two of you. You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

"Oh please, Flash, we aren't in the 2000s, no need to bring out the old insults." You slapped his finger from your face. "Take your fucking finger out of my face and wash it for once. Maybe wash your ass while you're at it, no one likes skid marks."

"Old insults, huh?" He had a sickening smirk, it set off an uneasy feeling in your stomach. "Maybe the word nerd doesn't work for you, but I'm sure fag does." Your face dropped as you stepped back. "You're such a dyke, no one wants a dyke in their-" You smacked him across the face, almost at full force.

You swallowed down the bile, you were about to start shaking. You had to stop yourself from hitting him more, you knew you could get into immense trouble if you even risk getting him killed. You saw a cut on his cheek, it was from the ring in your hand. You kept your face stoic, walking off and shoving your way out of the crowd.

Turns out, the school called your Aunt May, telling her that you hit a kid. You found yourself slouching and bouncing in your chair beside Aunt May. "Wanna explain yourself?" She asked, her arms crossed. The two of you were waiting for the principal to finish discussing with Flash's parents.

"I hit a kid. He was being a bitch."

"Y/n, you know you can't be doing that. Especially now that you have-" She lowered her voice so that only the two of you can hear. "Super strength." You rolled your eyes.

"He was calling me slurs." You mumbled, slouching even lower.

"What?" Aunt May exclaimed, standing up. You looked up at her confused. "Why was he calling you slurs?" She asked, sitting back down.

"I-" Your principal walked into where the two of you were waiting.

"Mrs. Parker! Hello." He greeted, Aunt May quickly stood up, shaking his hand. "Y/n." You nodded. "Why don't we meet in my office?" You begrudgingly followed as your principal was explaining the situation to Aunt May.

Upon entering, you saw Flash with an icepack and a bandaid on his cheek, glaring at you. His parents were giving you eerily fake smiles, it set you off. You bit your inner cheek, taking a seat beside your aunt, far away from the others. You slouched once again, dreading this conversation.