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IMAGINE !
o. WHY DID PETER HAVE TO GO AND MAKE YOU FEEL THIS WAY  . . .

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The feeling of someone's gaze locked on you made shivers run down your spine. However, no matter how long you had scanned over the sea of teenagers flooding the school hallway, you never found who the gaze belonged to.

At first, you thought it was simply your imagination playing tricks on you - but as time went on, the feeling never ceased, and curiosity was getting the best of you. Not wanting to go through the slightly-uneasy feeling of being watched anymore, you decided to go to one of your close friends for help.

❝I have no idea who it is, and at this point, I'm kind of getting creeped out.❞ A sigh left your lips, placing your forehead on the science lab table. Michelle let out a small laugh, closing her rather large book and turning towards you.

❝What if I said that I knew who it was?❞

You raised your head, eyebrows furrowing at what she was trying to imply. Almost immediately, a smirk was tugging at the corners of her lips. You could easily tell that she was trying to stall until the last bell of the day rang to explain further.

Starting to pack up your books into your backpack, you turned to her, shrugging your backpack over your shoulder. ❝MJ, c'mon. You have to tell me who it is!❞

She shook her head, plugging in her earbuds into her phone and placing them in her ears. Of course, there was no way that you were going to find out anytime soon. Just as she was about to speak again, the annoying and high-pitched bell rang, alerting the school that the day was finally over. ❝You'll find out soon enough.❞

You stood still at your desk as you watched her leave the science classroom, a small pout on your face. Figuring that you could start your investigation on finding out who the gaze belonged to, you trudged out of the room and started heading to your locker.

When your fingertips came in contact with your lock, the same exact feeling started. You practically almost dropped your books as you spun around, looking for the one person. It didn't help that you had drawn attention to yourself, everyone's eyes locking on your for a split second as they passed by. Another sigh left your lips, turning your attention back to your locker.

Placing your textbooks in your locker, you paused for a moment, taking your phone out of your back pocket and beginning to scroll through your music playlist. A feeling of someone lightly tapping on your shoulder adverted your attention again, spinning around to meet whoever it was.

Your eyebrows furrowed again as there was no one to be seen, only the sight of a familiar face making their way towards you. His eyes locked on you, and in no time, you felt that exact feeling again.

❝H-hey y/n. What's up?❞ Peter asked, fidgeting with the sleeves of his Midtown sweater - the one you loved. You had no idea what was happening to yourself; it was as if all your feelings got mushed into one big glob of confusion.

Only a few months had passed since you met Peter Parker, and you two were somewhat friends. Fortunately enough, you two happened to be sat next to each other in almost all of the classes you two shared. However, you felt as if you barely knew him. There was something there that intrigued you, though.

❝Considering the annoying amount of homework in my backpack, I guess I'm okay. What's up?❞ You curiously asked, wondering what he was talking to you for. Not that he was bothering, though, you rather enjoyed his company.

Peter lightly cleared his throat, looking from the floor to your eyes a numerous amount of times. ❝I, uh, was wondering if you wanted to maybe work together on that Spanish project? I mean, you don't have to but-❞

❝I'd love to work with you, Peter,❞ a smile fell on your lips, easily agreeing to his proposition. ❝Is there a chance that we could work on it tomorrow, after school?❞

He happily nodded, tugging on the straps of his backpack. You only knew him for a short amount of time, why'd he have to go and make you feel this way?


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