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Little Secrets >> Peter Parker X Reader

Title: Little Secrets

Paring: Peter Parker X Reader

Spoilers: um, none that I can think of. Featured around the Spider-Man from Spider-Man: Homecoming so watch that and enjoy it and you'll be fine. 

Warnings: features banter, some gun violence (it's my first action scene so please be nice to me about how I wrote it), fluff. 

Requested By: satanic_oatmeal , hope it's what you wanted!

Author's Note: Listen to this song when you read! It gives me major Peter Parker vibes (something he'd have on his iPod) and I based the fic title on it! X

P.S. I start university on Monday and I'm kind of scared because it's my first time being in a classroom full time (y'all who've been here forever might remember I did online uni) and when Monday rolls around please think of me, sitting in a class learning about how to be an author! Love you all for being such good readers xxx

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Even though he was Spider-Man, the astonishing and all-inspiring web-master, he still was seventeen years old, and while that was cool because he still got a student discount at the cinema down the street, it still meant he had to go to school. Sure, school wasn't so bad. He had Ned, to make remarks about the other students with, and Michelle, who not-so-humbly made him well-aware of how he was at times. And...

He caught sight of her in the hallway, and it was like everything stopped. Well, not quite. Flash walked into him, and gave him the middle-finger, and someone else knocked his books from his hands. But he stopped. It was almost like she stopped, too. She wore a preppy kind of backpack, but wore old jeans, and a yellow t-shirt and plaid.

"Hey, Ned," he turns to his friend, picking up his fallen stack of books, "That girl. Did you see her?"

Ned frowns. "We're at school, there's a lot of girls here. Boys too." He shakes his head. "So, no."

Peter sighs, "No, man, that one," he bites his lip, pointing, "Um, her locker's next to Michelle's, her shirt has the word 'steminist' on it –,"

"Oh, you mean _______!" Ned's face lights up like Peter just hung the lights on the Christmas tree. "She's cool. She's on my bus, she was reading a Star Wars novelisation. She's epic." Ned praises, taking out his books for the day. "What about her?"

Peter feels his face heat up.

Ned laughs, working it out. "Ooh, do you like her –,"

He whacks his friend on the shoulder. "Shut it..." He mumbles, rubbing at his collar just as the bell rings for homeroom. "I just think she's cute, that's all. Not that –,"

He sees her arm against the locker beside him before he can register that Michelle has appeared. Her hair is piled atop her hair like an Instagram girl with a Tumblr attitude, and with a pencil tucked behind her ear, the looks she serves him and Ned are daggers.

"If you want to keep your noses, idiots, keep them out of _______'s business." She demands, flexing an eyebrow. "She's new and doesn't need you throwing her all around the place with your nerdy crap." She eyes Ned's Star Trek t-shirt, making her point clear. "Got it?"