A/N: So this is my new project, I feel like it is going to be a lot more understandable and a lot less clustered than TASM: Ultimate Decision.

Cast List-

Peter Parker: Andrew Garfield

Gwen Stacy: Emma Stone

Flash Thompson: Chris Zylka

Chapter 1

He walked toward the line of blue doors surrounded by panes of glass, just like he did every day. His scrawny shoulders were slouched and his gaze was firmly planted on the grey sidewalk underneath him.

It wasn't as if Peter hated school, he was actually near top of his class, but he'd rather not have to deal with the swarms of students that crowded the halls as he tried to make it into the photography room to turn in his yearbook section, which was almost a week late. He had been assigned the extracurricular activities section and just hadn't had much desire to be at every single event, or any for that matter.

He pushed open the doors and saw the swarm of students, some scrambling to get to class, others standing against the lockers looking for any reason not to go to class.

Peter attempted to push his way through the crowd of noise, but he eventually decided to just walk with the flow and hope he made to Mr. Jone's room before class started.

Just as he thought he was going to make it he heard that voice, the voice he had heard almost every day since they had started high school together,

"Good morning Parker!" Flash exclaimed.

Peter rolled his eyes at the comment and attempted to walk away from the situation, but Flash Thompson was not one to be ignored. He grabbed Peter's shoulder from behind and shoved him into a row of bland grey lockers.

"I said Good morning Parker," Flash repeated smirking at Peter.

"Morning Flash," Peter said trying to wiggle free.

"That's better," He released the grip he had on Peter's jacket and patted his shoulders, "Was that so hard?"

Flash and his posy began to walk away as Peter straightened himself out, but before they walked too far Flash stopped and jumped at Peter raising a fist toward him. Peter jumped back and slammed his head into one of the many metal lockers that were lined behind him. Flash and his posy laughed hysterically at Peter as they walked away.

The bell rang signifying students had five minutes to get to their first period classes. Peter sighed and felt the rapidly growing bump on the back of his head as he walked into the photography classroom.

"Ah, Mr. Parker I was wondering when I'd see you again," Mr. Jones was a tall middle aged man, his hair had just started to grey and his five o'clock shadow was showing more and more as the semester progressed.

"Uh, Y-Yeah I'm sorry Mr. Jones," Peter said scratching the back of his neck and handing over the manila envelope that contained his hundreds of photos.

"You have a lot of potential," he took a short pause before speaking again, "but that can only take you so far Mr. Parker," he tapped Peter's head with the large golden envelope, "Now get to class,"

Peter shook his head up and down nervously, "Yes sir," he said before nervously scurrying out of the dark classroom.

The tardy bell rang through the hallways just before Peter strolled into his class. He saw Mr. Sanders standing at the front of the class staring directly at the him. He was a fat, bald man who's face always looked as if he was always disgusted by something.

"Mr. Parker punctuality is key in my classes, don't force me to make an example out of you,"
A few classmates laughed silently as to not draw the attention of Mr. Sanders to themselves.

"Yes sir," he said sliding into his seat in the back of the room.

As the bell rang for lunch Peter reluctantly slid out of his desk. He liked to wait for the halls to calm down before he made his way to his usual secluded spot underneath one of the many trees that were planted in brick structures around the lunch area.

As he stepped into the hall he slowly looked around before placing his skateboard down on the ground and began rolling toward his locker. He thought he had made it without any issues, but just on cue his luck turned.

Mr. Vincent, a teacher who had been known to confiscate more than a couple of Peter's skateboards in the past, strolled out of his room,

"Parker, you wanna keep that skateboard?" the grey haired man asked with disapproval lining his words.

"Mmmm, yeah," Peter responded hoping off quickly and scooping the board into his arms.

"Then keep it off the ground," He said, "Wheels up,"

Peter pointed the boards wheels toward the roof and raised above his head. With a smile he said, "Like this?"

"That's it," He said walking back into his classroom.

Peter rounded the corner and when he knew he was out of sight the board was placed back on the ground and soon after he was rolling through the halls again, almost effortlessly, but when he reached the wall of lockers that his was on he found a young couple making out, completely unaware of anything that was happening around them. They were sprawled out covering three of the metal doors, he felt relieved that they were a couple of lockers away from his, it would make the encounter less awkward, well for him considering they had yet to notice he was there.

Peter slowly approached his locker trying not to disturb the hormone crazed two. He reached for the small black dial, but just as he did the two flipped and collided against his locker, the slammed into it so hard Peter thought it would cause the two to painfully stop the lip lock, but they just continued without even a wince of pain. They covered just about half of his locker, so he could still turn the dial, it might cause a little bit of awkward conversation, but he thought they would just embarrassingly move on. Peter entered the combination and gave the locker a small tug, but the couple didn't even budge, it was almost as if he was invisible. Peter shoved his head and shoulder into the locker to give himself some leverage, he pulled out his Advanced Calculus book and quickly pulled out of the crammed space before the couple fully engulfed his locker.

He strolled out of the building spinning the white plastic wheel on his skateboard with his hand, as he rounded the corner he noticed her. Gwen Stacy, she was sitting on top of one of the benches in the schools courtyard. Everytime he saw her he was in an aw of sorts, her cream coat accented her similar color skin and the grey she wore around it made her stand out even more. She was reading Cats Craddle by Kurt Vonnegut, her pink lips were protruded out slightly as she was mesmerized by her book.

She was so stunning that it was almost a reflex for him to pull his camera to his eye and snap a few pictures of her, he was photographer after all how could he pass by an opportunity to capture such beauty? He slowly lowered the camera from his face and looked around to see if anyone had seen him, but the courtyard was unusually empty. He heard the chanting and cheering coming from a crowd that had formed around one of the tables.

"Eat it! Eat it! Eat it!" The crowd chanted.

Peter looked back and forth between Gwen and the crowd, before finally deciding to walk toward the crowd, like Gwen would want to talk to him anyway.

He pushed through the crowd of chanting students and saw Flash holding a freshman boy upside down with his face fully planted in his food.

"Eat your vegetables Gordon, come on," Flash said pushing the kids face harder into the plate.

Flash almost immediately spotted him as he pushed his way to the front.

"Hey Parker, come on get a picture of this, come on," Flash said pulling the boy up from the food and posing with him dangled in his arms.
Peter looked at the kid and recognized the look on his face, it was the same look he had given people to help him when Flash had him in similar positions.

"I'm not going to take a picture of that, put him down man," Peter said pointing toward the ground. "Gordon don't eat it,"

"Take the picture Parker," Flash repeated more aggressively now.

"Put him down Flash," he said with a little more confidence than before.

"Take the picture," Flash said slowly.

"Put him down Eugene," Peter said.

Flash's face contorted with rage, nobody used his real name because, well he didn't allow anyone too. He threw Gordon to the ground like a rag doll and turned his attention to the lanky brown haired boy who was standing infront of him.

Peter tried walking over to help Gordon, but Flash had other ideas. Just as Peter tried to walk past him Flash grabbed Peter's shirt and through a strong punch to his face. The crowd let out a simultaneous "Oooooh," as Peter hit the ground with a thud.

"Come on, get up Parker!" Flash yelled down at him.

Peter jumped up from the ground, he was sick of being Flash's punching bag, but just as the courage built up to throw a punch at his bully Flash through a straight shot into his stomach knocking all the air from his lungs. Peter hit the ground and clutched his stomach as Flash yelled at him some more.

"Get up, come on!" he yelled.

As Peter was starting to gain control of his breath he crawled onto his hands and knees, but Flash wasn't having it, he sent a swift kick into Peter's stomach putting him back onto the cold concrete.

"I'm still not taking the picture," Peter was able to say as gasped for air.

"Stay down Parker!" Flash yelled back.

As Peter laid on the ground he saw a blonde blur push through the crowd and walk toward Flash, at first he thought it was just one of Flash's friends, but when he noticed the cream jacket and the grey knee high socks it was obvious who it was.

"Who wants one more? Huh?" Flash yelled out toward the crowd as if their approval was what drove him.

"Flash!" Gwen yelled, but he was still soaking in the screams from the crowd, so she said his name again, but this time she tried to make her voice standout from the many yelling his name.

"Flash," she said and he turned around and immediately his demeanor changed.

"We still on for after school today? My house 3:30, I hope you've been doing your homework last time I was very disappointed in you," she said with a smile playing on her lips as she remembered the last time she tried to tutor him.

He reached for her shoulder, but she quickly shrugged him off and spoke again, "No Flash how about we go to class? Hmm how about it?"

He turned and whispered a small, "Whatever," before walking away his followers not far behind.

As Gwen walked away she turned and glanced at Peter struggling to get up from the leaf covered concrete, she wanted to help him, but her body carried her off as the bell rang out signaling the students were to report to their next class.

He watched her as she walked away, why did she help him? He had barely said anything to her in the four years they had attended the same school. He tried to pick himself up again before deciding it was pointless. As he went to reach for his things another student kicked his camera sending it dragging across the concrete. He picked it up and examined it for any serious damage, luckily for him there were just a few scratches in the metal.

Finally he was able to pick himself up from the ground, although painfully he made to his next class. He knew she was in that class and he knew she right infront of him, but for the first time since the first day of school he wished she wasn't there.

He threw his bag down on the ground and set his camera on his desk before laying his chin on the cold metal.

She tried to catch a quick glance at him before he looked up, but she was sure he had seen her look, or did he? She was trying to come up with a logical reason just incase he asked why she looked at him, then without thinking about she made the first move.

"I thought that was great, what you did out there, it was stupid, but it was great," she said.

He had seemingly lost all ability to talk, he tried to come up with a response, but all he could do was make a stupid face and shake his head.

"You should probably go to the nurse you might have a concussion," she said.

All he could do was bat his eyes at her.

She could tell he was nervous, so she smiled at him and said, "What's your name?"

He felt his heart sink into his stomach and he finally found some words to say, "Y-You don't know my name?"

"No, I know your name, I just want to know if you know your name," she said shaking her head and smiling at him.

Gwen had never had time to notice this mysterious boy before, everytime he saw her he would dash the other way, but there was no place for him to hide this time and something about Peter Parker was catching her eye.

He hesitated for a moment almost lost in her, but he was able to respond, "Peter," he said.

She didn't say anything, but her eyes seemed to ask him for more.

"Parker," he said with a little laugh, "Peter Parker,"

She smiled and bobbed her head, "Okay, okay good," she said as she turned back toward the board.

He tried to do the same, but his eyes kept pulling toward her.

She spun her head around again, "I'd still go to the nurse though,"

"You're Gwen right?" he asked even though they both knew he knew exactly who she was, but she played along.

"Gwen Stacy,"

He nodded and smiled as she turned back toward the front of the classroom.

This was their first real conversation, but she could feel it, there was something different about this lanky brown haired boy.