They get to their classroom just as most of the other students arrived. Peter spots two seats next to each other in the middle of the classroom and goes to sit, placing his books and stationery on the desk. Just as he's about to sit down, his spidey-sense went off, and he manages to whip around fast enough to watch all of his stuff being swept off the table, sending it all across the classroom floor.

"What's up Penis Parker!" a voice chuckles. He looks up to see Flash Thompson glaring down at him, a smirk on his face.

"Hi Flash," Peter mutters while reaching for a pen which Flash quickly kicks further away.

"I'm surprised you've actually shown up today, Parker," he says, leaning against Peter's desk. "I thought you would've wanted to leave this place by now."

"Why would you think that?" Peter replies, keeping eye contact and knowing that he might be crossing a line. Flash's smirk turns into a frown and he grabs the front of Peter's shirt, pulling him closer.

"Hey!" Ned yells, trying to get Flash's attention, only to be shoved to the side by one of Flash's friends who was standing close by.

"Listen here you little shit," Flash spits, his face getting closer to Peter. "We both know that you're not wanted here." Peter could feel his grip on his collar tightening and started to choke a little. "I thought you'd be smart enough to realise that by now. Do everyone a favour and jump out of a window, it would save us all a lot of trouble." Just as Flash is about to say something else, he notices their teacher enter the class. He releases his grip on Peter's shirt and gives him a final shove backwards, making Peter trip over his bag and fall onto the floor, before walking to his seat.

"Parker, get off the floor," the teacher calls from the front of the room, clearly not having noticed what just took place. Chuckles bounce around the room.

Peter feels his face heat up for the second time that day, this time though from anger and embarrassment. He closes his eyes and takes a couple of deep breaths. He knew he couldn't fight back at Flash, especially with this many people around. If he lets his anger get the best of him someone could very easily get hurt; he had to control himself. 

"Sorry, sir," he calls back before getting up on his knees and starting to pick up some of his belongings from the floor. He reaches for a book lying nearby but quickly stops as he sees someone else's hand pick it up.

"Hey, need some help?"

He looks up and directly into bright blue eyes belonging to a guy he had never seen before.

"What?" he manages to breathe out. The boy smiled at him.

"I asked if you needed any help," he said and handing him the book.

"Uh, yeah, sure," Peter says. The boy nods and kneels down with him, grabbing the other books and pens that were on the floor.

"Who's the guy that pushed you over?" he asks, nodding towards Flash and handing Peter the last pen

"Uh, that's Flash," Peter replies. "He's kinda hated me for years." The blue-eyed boy nods again.

"I see."

There's a few seconds of awkward silence before Peter clears his throat and stands up, placing the items on his desk

"Um, thanks for that. I mean for helping me," he rambles. The boy stands up and smiles at him again and Peter uses this moment to take in what he looks like. He's tall, definitely over 6 feet, with quite broad shoulders. His hair was a whitish-blonde colour and he had a light scattering of freckles covering his nose and cheeks. His most noticeable trait, however, were his eyes, which in the fluorescent lights almost looked like they were a deep ocean blue and glowing. Jesus Christ, he was good-looking.

"No problem," he says, pulling Peter back into reality. "I'm Calvin, by the way. Calvin Lawrence. I'm new here but you probably figured that out.." He puts out a hand which Peter shakes, smiling back at him.

"I'm Park- I mean Peter Parker," he replies, inwardly cringing at his mistake.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Peter," Calvin says, picking up his bag. "Hopefully I'll see you around." Peter watches as he walks away to the back of the room and sits down at a desk by himself.

"Yeah," he said. "Hopefully."