You sat in your English class, tapping your pencil on your notebook, eyes fixed on the clock. You were supposed to be writing the draft to your essay due the following week. However, the fact that you had not gotten enough sleep the night before and that a boy not of your interest was pining for you prevented you from focusing. The whole night before you had been trying to think of ways to let him down easy and tell him you weren't interested but nothing ever came to mind. As you watched the clock slowly move time towards the end of the school day, you slowly began to pack up your things.
The bell finally rang through the halls signaling the end of school. You nearly flew out of your seat and out the door. There was a squeak of shoes against the linoleum flooring of the hallways as students pushed through the crowds to get to their lockers and out of school as soon as possible. You were one of them, wishing no more than to hurry and get home, so you could avoid being noticed by James Scott–a boy who had taken you out on a date a couple nights previous. Sure, he was attractive and nice, but he had about as much personality as a stick.
You hurriedly glanced over your shoulder and spotted James who was looking around the hallways for, who you assumed, was yourself. Your eyes grew wide and you tried to shove all your books from your locker into your backpack even faster. Praying to the Gods above that you could escape an inevitable conversation with him, and that they could send you something to help you. At this point, you couldn't care less what they did as long as it kept you from James.
Turning to your left, you heard a locker slam shut next to you. Your gaze focused in the general direction of the noise to see Peter, one of your peers from your AP Chemistry class, slowly walking away. One of his hands gripped the strap to his backpack and an idea suddenly popped into your head. Your bottom lip was sucked in between your teeth as you weighed your options in your head. Taking a deep breath you decided the more nerve-wracking option was less of a disaster.
"Hey, Peter!" you shouted, causing him to whip around and look around with a confused expression. You moved your arm to get him to look your way, and his eyes connected with yours. Your index finger motioned for him to come over and he complied.
"Can I help you?" he asked, generally confused but overall exhilarated that you were taking notice of him. Glancing over his shoulder to see James coming closer, obviously having spotted you, you nodded vigorously.
"Yes actually, I need you to do me a huge favor."
"Okay..?" You took a deep breath before letting it out and staring into his eyes.
"I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend." At this, his eyes grew wide.
"What? Why do I-"
"Just...pretend to be my boyfriend. It'll only be for like five minutes. Please?" You anxiously bit your lip while you waited for him to respond. He suddenly let out a deep breath before nodding.
"Okay, but why do I-"
"Great, now I-" you cut yourself off, seeing James getting closer to being in earshot of your current conversation. A sudden rush of anxiety spiked with a hint of adrenaline rushed through your veins. Your heart seemed to also have a mind of its own as it began to race against your ribcage. You squeezed your eyes shut and opened them up towards the ceiling, praying for the courage to make your next move.
"Okay um, this is going to sound really sudden but, I need you to kiss me." Peter's cheeks instantaneously flushed, and he let out a shaky laugh.
"Um what? Why do I-"
"Quick, please, just do it!"
"But I-" James was nearly 50 feet away and you let out a small groan knowing Peter wasn't going to make the move. As your hands grabbed Peter's cheeks, you felt him stiffen slightly. Breathing quite shakily, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his. His lips felt soft against your own and your heart seemed to beat at an even unhealthier rate. Peter out of shock, hadn't moved at all until you slid your arms down to rest on his shoulders and gave them a small squeeze. He reacted almost immediately and gripped your waist, kissing you back.
You nearly lost yourself in kissing Peter. You had always found him attractive but you had never actually fully spoken to him, except to ask for a pencil that one time back in November. Coming back to your senses, you pulled back slowly so your lips were brushing his, and you tilted your head to look down the hallway. Peeking one eye open to see if James was nearby, you saw him walking in the other direction. His shoulders seemed to have dropped and you knew he had seen what just happened. You fully pulled back from Peter, your arms having found their way around his neck and his hands still gripping your waist. Both of your cheeks were tinged pink but you couldn't help but smile at each other.
"Well, um, thanks for..you know, doing that," you whispered, your face still in close proximity to his. He nodded, his eyes flashing back down to your mouth. You let out a small giggle, your cheeks burning a rosy red.
"Oh, uh.. yeah, yeah of course," he whispered back, his eyes briefly flickering up to meet yours before returning back to look at your lips.
"Oh, just kiss me again already," you groaned, causing Peter to laugh before dipping his face down to kiss you again. Your fingers linked together behind his back while, his hands gripped your waist and pulled you flush against him. You let out a small giggle and tilted your head to the side again, this time to deepen the kiss. It felt almost surreal having kissed the genius kid Peter Parker next to the lockers after school. Reluctantly, you pulled away again, biting your bottom lip slightly a smile on your face. Your arms slowly dropped away from his neck and his hands let go of their grip on your waist and returned to his sides. He smiled at you as you reached down to grab your backpack, before throwing it over your shoulder.
Peter suddenly pulled an empty gum wrapper from his pocket and a pen and wrote his phone number down before handing it to you. Heat rushed to your cheeks as your smile grew. Peter began to walk backwards away from you with one hand gripping the strap to his backpack, his eyes still pouring into yours. You slowly began to turn to walk away before you were stopped by his voice.
"Hey, (Y/N)?" he called out and you turned on your heel to look at him, raising an eyebrow in response.
"Come bother me, if you ever need a favor again," he flashed a wink in your direction, a small smirk planted on his face, before he turned on his heel and walked out the side doors to the high school. You bit your lip and smiled, staring at the place where he once was. Your fingers reached up to ghost over where his mouth had been on yours. A bigger smile grew on your face before you turned around and left the school as well. You were practically radiating happiness and it was definitely a new sight to see. But, if there was anything you learned that day, it was definitely the fact that Peter Parker was one hell of a kisser.
