Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Marvel characters used in this fanfiction. Now that that's over with, let's get on with the story, shall we?
Peter Parker was growing tired of chewing on his pencil. It'd been a half an hour since he'd finished the Spanish State Test, and there still was another thirty minutes to go. These things were torture. He felt like banging his head on the desk. This was such a waste of his time. He could be out as Spider-Man saving an old lady's cat that was stuck in a tree.
Peter raised his hand, hoping his daydreaming teacher would notice. After a few minutes of having it up in the air, he set it back down onto the graffiti-covered desk. There were lots of "I love..." written on it, as well as curses. He took the time reading his desk, hoping it would pass some time, at least. As if five minutes is time.
But soon another five minutes passed. And another. And another. And soon everyone that had finished the Spanish Proficiency Exam could leave. The desk creaked as he got up, finally stretching his legs. It felt like he had been sitting for his entire life, and he was just now taking his first steps. He handed his test to the still zoned-out teacher and headed for the schoolyard.
He held onto his backpack tightly, knowing that a few books, pens, cell phone, and superhero costume were inside. He walked out of the gymnasium, where half of the entire school had been taking the test, and was pushed the mob of students to the busses.
He stood outside, the light blinding his eyes. He would stay out here, pretending to wait for his Aunt May to pick him up. And once everyone had left, Spider-Man would be seen swinging from the high school.
As he pretended to look through the mass of cars he bumped into someone, knocking her flat on the ground.
"Crud, I'm sorry!" He said, helping her up. She smiled, her long, straight brown hair blowing in the slight breeze. He hadn't seen her around before. Maybe she was a new student.
"Oh, it's okay. You're the third person to knock me down today."
She brushed off shirt, tying to smoothen it out.
"I'm Peter Parker." He said, offering his hand.
"Amanda Wells." She said, taking his hand and moving with it up and down a few times.
"Are you a new student here? I don't think I've seen you before."
"I moved here a few months ago from Long Island. My dad's job or something like that."
He smiled, not really listening to her. She had a beautiful profile. Big almond eyes, perfect lips, an adorable nose and a welcoming smile.
"Well, Peter. I guess I'll see you around school then. That's my mom, right there." She said, pointing to a white SUV.
"Yeah. Totally." He said fast, trying to say more as she walked off.
What a girl! he thought to himself. This is where he let his curiosity get the better of him. Within a few minutes Spider-Man could be seen following the car from up above. You'd have to have his eyesight to see him, though. He was up so high the Hulk would have to jump extra, extra hard to reach him. Of course, he loved being up this high. It gave a perfect view of the city, and you could track anything from up this high. Anything.
