You've heard of Peter Parker. You go to the same school but you have different classes and you've had different classes all four years, unless you count lunch. In which case, you've had lunch with him every year. But, you simply know of him and have heard rumors. That's it though. You couldn't begin to guess his favorite color or what he even does after school. You just knew that he was Peter Parker, smartest kid in school, terrible at relationships.

You watched as Cindy's eyes glossed over and her lip quivered, Peter's head hung and his hands were in his pockets. Another breakup. He always chose to do it at lunch. This was the fifth girl in the past three years. Not that you'd actually been actively keeping track but, again, rumors have their ways of finding themselves to your ears. You shook your head and went back to talking with your friends.

When the school day came to an end, you made your way to the coffee shop a few blocks away to finish a report that was due at the end of the week. You opened your laptop, popped in your earbuds, and got to work. You worked for a few hours before you realized it was going to be dinner soon and you'd be set to get home. So, you packed up your things and headed out of the shop, smiling at the barista before doing so.

On your way out, you pumped into someone as they were running and you were nearly sent right to the ground but their reflexes were as fast as lightning, catching you by the wrist before you fell.

"I-I'm so sorry. Are you okay? I was in a hurry an-and I should have been-I'm sorry." Peter rambles as he helps your stand upright.

"Oh, yeah. All good." You nod and eye him with suspicion. "What're you running from this time?"

"Uh, w-what?" He furrows his brows and shakes his head quickly.

"You're always running from something." You sigh, shifting your weight to your right foot. He stares at you with confusion, waiting for you expand. "I'm just saying, you have a knack for running from sirens."

"I, uh," Peter rubs the back of his neck. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Cindy, MJ, Ashley, Piper, Vee." You list off the girls Peter has broken up with.

You weren't personally friends with any of the girls besides Vee but from what you've heard, Peter breaks up with every girl the second they hit one bump. He just ends it, doesn't bother to fix it. He runs away. It's like he's afraid of something and while Vee was the first girl he'd done it to, unless you count Liz who he didn't actually date but did ditch, you don't like that he just doesn't bother to try. It's disrespectful. If he can't handle a conversation to talk things out, he shouldn't date anyone.

"Uh, oh..." Peter says and his face turns a vibrant shade of red. "That, uh, it-it's complicated."

"Yeah, sure. Just saying, you should probably figure your shit out before dating another girl. I'm tired of watching you break up with them."

"Y-you watch?" Peter quirks a brow, wondering how he didn't notice anyone directly watching.

"I mean," You chuckle. "I don't go out of my way and watch. You do it a few tables in front of mine. Every time. So, it's kind of hard not to notice."

"Oh..." Peter looks to the sidewalk as if you'd just told him something less than obvious. "I hadn't thought of that." His face contorts in touches of regret.

"Well, now you know and this has been quite fun, but I've gotta go before I'm late for dinner." You go to move past him but Peter is suddenly walking side-by-side. "Yes?"

"I can walk you." Peter offers.

"You were going in the opposite direction and you were in a big hurry...?" You narrow your eyes at him, trying to figure out his game.

"Uh, yeah," He shrugs. "But, you shouldn't walk home alone and it's no big deal." He gives you a soft, closed mouth smile.

"Sure, whatever." You nod and keep your eyes in front of you.

"Really," Peter starts after a few minutes of silence. "I-it's complicated. I don't try to hurt anyone." Peter's voice is delicate and you find yourself looking at him, his eyes holding so much guilt you can feel it radiating from him.

"Why do you do it then?" You question.

He shrugs. "I like them." Peter says. "Really, I do, but some, uh, some stuff comes up and, well, it's better to end it. I-I don't know. I think it'll be better with someone else and then the same thing happens."

"Do you want some advice?" You look at him with raised brows.

"Please." He says with eager eyes.

"Sort out your shit, Parker." He lets out an exasperated sigh at your words as he shakes his head. "No, no." You shake your head quickly. "Really, like, that's the advice. Sort out whatever is going on and then work on relationships. You've been with five girls and you just said it's always the same problem. Five different girls, five different friend circles. That's not them, that's you. So, figure you out and then work on getting in a relationship."

"I-I just feel bad." Peter admits as your building comes into view. "Ya know? They like me and-and I like them so-"

"I get it." You roll your eyes. "You both like each other so you don't want to turn them down in fear of hurting them or saying that you have something going on and you can't handle it."

"Yeah." Peter says, his eyes wide, surprised you were able to know what he was gonna say.

"Okay, well, if it were me, I'd get it." You nod, reaching the front steps of your apartment. "I mean, if a dude has the balls to say they have some personal shit and they wanna either just have something casual or just be friends, I'm gonna respect them way more and so will a lot of other girls. Those who don't, aren't worth your time. You're a nice guy, Peter. You just need to focus on you and stop worrying about hurting other people's feelings."

Peter gives you the softest side smile. "Thanks, you, uh, you give good advice."

"I know." You smile wide. "So you should take it because now I'm involved and if I see you or hear of you breaking up with another girl, I'm gonna come for you."

"Okay, okay." Peter chuckles. "Won't happen again."

"Good. Now, go, run wherever you were running." You joke and turns towards the door. "And hey, thanks for walking me." Peter blushes with your words before you head inside and he heads down the street.