"I bet you your whole Goddamn rep that you couldn't get weird ass mcgee over there to sleep with you; you know, take her v-card. Before. We. Graduate."
The words spoken smugly by one of Peter's multiple friends at the lunch table caught his attention as quick as you could say, "Spider," The statement challenged him, making him smirk at the smug boy before looking over his shoulder, almost savagely, at the fifteen year old girl huddled in her own little corner of a table in the back, her face morphing as she read through numerous pages of the thick book she held in her hands.
Watching the scene, Peter laughed and shook his head before turning back the group at his table, them looking deeply invested as to what would happen next, he spoke lowly, "Watch me."
Peter stood from his seat, eyeing the young girl in her plain, baggy shirt, flipping pages quickly as she read vigorously through the book.
Since the eighth grade, Peter found himself sick of being pushed and bullied around by the older, more popular kids. His only friend had been Ned Leeds, one of the smartest kids in Midtown High along with himself, of course.
His patience grew thinner and thinner with the kids who poked and prodded at him for being the smallest out of all the boys, even some girls. They mocked him for his round glasses, and the fact that he only ever had one friend. They teased him endlessly for his stutter and the way he'd get nervous so easily.
So, he decided to change all of it.
He began to work out, growing stronger as years went by; he'd shed his tiny form and instead grew into a lean, muscular type. He traded in his glasses for contacts, dropped Ned, and grew into one of the most attractive boys in Midtown by the tenth grade. Most girls threw themselves at him, and he'd be lying if he said he hadn't taken some of them ever so often. The new found confidence allowed him to grow out of his stutter, and rather into a cocky young man whose mouth doesn't shut when it needs to.
There were the few girls in Midtown who never bothered, the ones he was glad didn't; truth be told, there were some scary chics at that school.
But you; you intrigued him. He remembered seeing you up in most classes when it would be time to present something. He remembered how you stuttered and averted your eyes from everyone. Your head was always down and lost in your studies. Your [adjective], E/C eyes would always go wide when someone would try and speak to you, which never really happened often. You were quiet and reserved, which is how you liked it.
Peter licked his lips as he walked towards your [adjective] frame, smirking to himself as he walked past the table to greet you from behind.
Head still stuck in your book, you didn't notice the seventeen year old boy around the table until a hand laid itself on your back, making your body clench and your head shoot to the boy behind you with wide eyes.
"Woah, woah," Peter placed a hand on your upper arm, "It's just me. I just want to talk."
You watched with still wide eyes as he slung a leg over the bench, straddling it as he faced you, he nodded his head over to your book, "So, how's that book? Any good?"
Your mouth opened and closed multiple times, not believing that the most attractive guy in school (who happens to be two years older) was sitting in front of you, you spewed, "I - I - I - uh - I - I don't - know?"
Peter laughed at her nervousness as she stared at him in shock and suspicion. Her whole body felt numb as she stared at him, fearful of what could happen next, 'Is someone gonna jump up and prank me or something? Oh God, this could be a prank! No, he's laughing genuinely. Oh, but what if it's because someone's behind me, ready to shower me in rotten eggs or something!'
Your head moved behind you quickly to check if anything was there, then turned back to the brown haired boy, "What... what do you want?"
"What, can't I make some new friends?" Peter exclaimed falsely before chuckling, "Yeah, even I don't believe that."
You rolled your eyes slightly before reaching for your book, only to have Peter's large hand grab yours, "Hey, hey, hey," he stopped you, "Seriously though, I came here to ask if maybe you wanted to go out sometime."
You other hand went to point at you as your face morphed into one of disbelief, mouthing, "Me?"
"Yeah," Peter went on, smirking to himself as he played you, knowing his friends were watching from afar, he leaned forward a bit, "You're pretty cute, you know that?"
"I thought," you gulped, voice small, "I thought you didn't date. You just, you know..."
Peter laughed again, his eyes examining you as he felt himself succeeding in the first part of his little plan, "Yeah, well, I'm graduating, in what, three months? Yeah. You know, I think it's time I try relationships."
"But why me?"
"Why not you?"
You laughed in nervousness, averting your eyes from him now. He spoke again,
"I don't know how you get home from school, but don't do it today; we're going to my place. I'm driving."
Before you could object, Peter stood up and gave you a wink before walking back to his friends, tugging on his bomber jacket and running a hand through his fluffy, very touchable hair.
'What. The Hell. Just. Happened.'
