Y/N doesn't remember much about city life, except that it's fabulous and full of glamour. However, her and her mother's stingy new apartment in Queens isn't quite the same. Things just don't seem to be looking up for the once popular high school que...
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Y/N POV
I woke up earlier than usual and looked to my window to see if Spider-Man had left anything there. What can I say? I'm a hopeless romantic. The window was bare, so I changed out of my pajamas and into jeans and a Star Wars t-shirt. I tucked the front in and put my hair up before putting on a thin layer of makeup. Grabbing my backpack, I walked into the living room and put the bag down. I looked up out of the sliding glass door that led to the fire escape and back to the kitchen that attached to the living room. I walked back over to dinner table to see a note taped to the table.
Left early for a job interview, won't be back until 10 or so.
-Mom
I grabbed a granola bar like yesterday and smiled. I was really excited for school. I would see Peter and I would find out how he felt, I got to see my new friends Amber and Chase and at the end of the day, maybe I'd see Spider-Man. I was hoping to ask him out or something. I picked my bag back up again, checked how I looked it a mirror that was lying on top of a box in the hallway and grabbed my keys. Locking the door, I looked over to Peter's apartment. Maybe I should just wait a few minutes to see if he'd come out soon. So I waited for a few minutes to no avail. I decided to take the stairs again and bounded down all the way to ground level. I was out of breath, but I wanted to look good for cheer. Mom's words were really starting to get to me and now I wanted to do everything I could to look amazing in a cheer outfit. I walked the rest of the way to school and found my locker with a boy plastered to it.
"Um, hi. That's, uh, that's my locker." I tried to get behind him as a smirk spread across his face.
"Flash."
"Excuse me?" He crossed his arms and leaned further into my locker before speaking again.
"I'm Flash. Y/N I presume?"
"Yeah, and I really need to get to my locker so if you could just move." I gestured with my hands for him to move instead of finishing my sentence.
"I just wanted to give you a warning, don't go hanging around sluts like Amber or bottom of the barrel losers like Penis Parker. I'm who you wanna be with if you wanna survive, so how about we do Saturd-" He was cut off by a figure stepping in front of me.
"Leave her alone, Flash." It was Peter. He was standing between me and Flash, more confident than I've ever seen him and I had to say, I was digging it.
"Yeah, or what Penis Parker?"
"Just fuck off man, for real." Peter swatted him away and Flash eventually gave up and walked away.
As Peter turned around, I was about make a snarky comment and thank him but he wrapped one arm around my back and the other around my shoulders and held me for a few seconds. I hugged him back and we stood like that for a while before I whispered in his ear.
