Hi hi! I started writing this while on vacation (during... November of all months -_-) and my sisters really liked it so I'll post some of it here and see what other people think. Anyway, I do not own anything Spiderman. None of it belongs to me :( except for Azayla. So, I'd love to hear what you think! Thanks.

~Rebekah

High school sucks

Peter Parker slumped in his chair with his arms resting protectively on his desk around what had probably been a camera. Gwen Stacy had just told him that what he did was brave, but stupid and they had exchanged names. The teacher was just beginning to call role when a freshman girl poked her head into the classroom. She didn't say anything, just looked over the top of her rectangular frame glasses for one face in particular.

"May I help you?" the teacher asked, sounding annoyed. The girl turned and gave the teacher a beaming smile, the picture of innocence.

"Yes actually. I need to speak with Peter Parker out in the hall for a moment, if you don't mind. Peter?" Hearing his name, Peter looked up and accidentally met the girl's eyes.

Her eyes were a stunning shade of green and, as well as being intelligent, had a hint of cockiness behind her glasses. Her hair, as inch or so shorter than shoulder length, was brown with gold woven through out it. It had a soft natural wave to it that looked like it had been braided and unbraided a few times. Her bangs were brushed across her forehead to the right, mostly covering three red, parallel scratches. She was tall but looked to be a head shorter than Peter.

Peter started to rise, ignoring the looks from his classmates, when his teacher stopped him.

"I think not. Whatever you have to say to Mr. Parker, you can say in front of the class. What is your last name?"

"Fine." The girl shrugged but you could tell she was annoyed. "Parker. Pete, Aunt May says you're to wait for me after school. I've no idea how to get back to the house." A few students snickered at that and she turned an icy glare on them. She spoke slowly, as if they were young children and weren't able to understand what she was saying.

"I flew in from California, got here at two in the morning and am running on two and a half hours of sleep. When you can do that and not fall asleep during class, then you come talk to me."

"Are you trying to be funny?" the teacher asked sourly.

"Funny about what?'

"Your last name."

"No, I'm not. My last name is Parker; my first name'll be before Peter's. See? Right here." She leaned over and pointed at a name halfway down the page.

"Azayla Parker?" the teacher asked skeptically.

"Yup. That's me."

"Then you're late," the teacher said dryly.

"Sorry. My first day at Midtown. Got lost."

"I'll let it go this once. Don't let it happen again. Please go take your seat." Azayla didn't say anything in response and walked to one of the few empty seats. She sat down to Peter's left. Peter waited until the teacher was busy before leaning over to whisper to Azayla.

"What are you doing here? You are not a junior."

"If you would think about that question, you would remember that I am only one year behind you and I take AP classes. Did you get hit in the face or something, 'cause you look like crap." Her tone went from teasing to concerned in two seconds flat.

"No," he muttered.

"Yes", answered the blonde to Peter's right at the same time. Azayla raised an eyebrow and gave him her librarian glare over the top of her glasses, but ruined it by smirking.

"Ms. Parker, Mr. Parker, your attention if you don't mind," said the teacher irritably. Peter grinned at his desktop and Azayla smiled politely.

This was going to be fun.