"C'mon, she has to be at least a 8." The guy said.

Peter tried to ignore the boys across the hall. They were rating girls and irritated Peter because they acted like girls were objects and giving them a review online.

Instead, he tried to focused on meeting Y/N. She was his best friend, helping him hide his identity as Spiderman and covering for him. He was grateful for her and he wished that she went to his school, but she was in those fancier schools, thanks to her parents.

And he was thankful she wasn't like all those girls who can't defend herself. Able to kick people's ass, she was a fighter.

He stuffed books into his backpack as he closed his locker.

The guys were now whistling.

"Damn, she's a ten for sure." They said. It took everything for him not to turn around and slap the fuck out of them.

Peter didn't even bother to glance up as he slung his backpack over his shoulder.

"Hey, Pete."

He turned around at the familiar voice. Everyone was staring at the girl.

It was Y/N. She had a carefree smile on her face, unbothered by everyone's eyes. Her school uniform was a white button down, but since it was Y/N it was unbuttoned on the top with her blue and silver tie hanging from her neck. Her navy blue skirt floated around her as she walked towards him.

"Y-Y/N." He sputtered out, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"Picking you up." She walked towards the gates of the school. Peter quickly followed, ignoring the eyes that followed them.

It was rare for them to see people from Y/N's school at a public high school like this. Especially if the student was hot.

He suddenly remembered the two idiots across the hall and clenched his fist.

"May asked me to pick you up since I left school early." She explained as they walked along the side walk.

"You skipped class?" He gaped.

"They were going to teach Sex-Ed, again." She argued. "And I aced it the first time since all those images they engraved into my mind were haunting me."

Peter smiled and chuckled. "Okay, I don't blame you."

"Anyway, so I have this party I have to attend because being a rich persons daughter." She rolled her e/c eyes. "And I also need a date-"

"Yeah, okay, I get it." Peter groaned but he was secretly glad that he got to spend more time with her.

She smiled, apologetically. "Thanks, Peter. I appreciate it."

Peter felt his heart explode in his chest when she gave him that smile. He was a sucker for her smiles.

"No problem, that's what boyfriends are suppose to do right?" He joked.

"Boyfriend?" She repeated, confused.

"Yeah, I have to get into character."

She rolled her eyes, smiling.

______

"I tried on so many dresses," Y/N groaned from behind the curtains. "You'd think that I might look good in some of them."

Peter didn't say it out loud but he thought she looked great in every single one of them. He, frankly, didn't see a problem.

The curtains opened and revealed Y/N.

Peter felt his mind suddenly stop functioning.

The dress fit her absolutely perfectly. The red material hugged her body and highlighted her features. His only problem was how the collar dipped to expose her breast.

He tried not to stare at her, dropping his gaze down to her chest, and definitely not making it better.

She turned around, showing him the exposed back.

Peter could already see every guy watching her and he didn't like it. He could see her dignity and mental ratings of her in the air.

"No." Peter said, immediately.

"What?" Her smile dropped. "What do you mean, No?"

"You look horrible in that dress." He lied.

"Well," she smiled and turned to face the mirror, admiring herself. "I think I look great."

When her eyes met his, suddenly the air around him seem hotter as she walked closer to him. Leaning in, making his head touch the wall as she smirked.

"And I'm wearing this, Peter." Her words was firm. "And you can't stop me."

______

It turns out that she actually wore the dress. Peter made his mind to not leave her side, glaring at every person that looks at her.

Somehow, in the ballroom, she looked even more beautiful. Her silky dress rippled at every movement, making her look even more mesmerizing. They stood in the corner like absolute introverts they are.

Peter glanced down at her as she met his eyes. He could see the world in them.

"I love your eyes." She whispered, smiling, then going back to eating the little pastry.

For some reason, the compliment felt more personal and made him fell special. He blushed a pink, thanking God that she wasn't looking at him.

Just as he thanked the heavens, she glanced at him and giggled.

"You're cute."

"You're adorable." He shot back, smiling through his blush.

She blushed a little too, grinning.

"And you look great in that dress, I was just not liking the collar." He admitted.

"I knew it." She smirked. "I saw you looking at my tits."

He blushed.

The music started, making people's attention shift to the dance floor. Peter wrinkled his nose, immediately deciding not to dance.

Y/N opened her mouth to say something but someone tapped her shoulder. A guy smiled at her. His confidence was clearly seeping in his voice when he asked her to dance.

Peter clenched his jaw and stiffened, waiting for Y/N's reaction.

"No thank you, my boyfriend is about to dance with me." She politely declined.

When the guy left, Peter raised his eyebrows. Smiling and elbowing her lightly, "Boyfriend?" He teased.

She blushed. "Yeah, since you were looking at my tits, you would be dead if I didn't like you."

Peter blushed, staring at her. He wondered if she just confessed to him and his mind tried to make a reply. But the disappointment in her eyes after a couple seconds, clearly said he had to make one ASAP.

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean it-" she stuttered.

"You like me?" He asked, staring straight into her eyes. "Like, more than a friend?"

She parted her lips and looked down, unsure how what to say. Peter took a step closer, lifting her chin to meet her eyes.

He just had to know, he had to know that his feelings were returned. Peter was desperate to know that his daydreams could become a reality.

"Yeah." She breathed out.

His face split into a smile. Wrapping his arms around her waist and hugged her. His kisses dotted from her forehead to her nose, making her snap out of her daze and giggled.

Finally, stopping to kiss her lips, he felt all the tension from keeping the secret from her seep out.

"So...I think I'm a good enough friends to be a girlfriend, yeah?" She said when they pulled away from the kiss.

"Definitely."