The train ride to Midtown High was nothing short of uneventful. The day had been gloomy and wet; rain pouring from every direction.

Walking into the school, kids had been wringing out their hair and sweaters. Most looked upset that the weekend had ended and week had begun with such a slow start.

You, despite trudging your way into the school and class, had felt happy. The rain was something you like a lot; it was something your family chastised you for, but you found joy in the grey clouds and incessant tapping of the water.

When you'd plopped down in English class, you placed your elbow on the desk and leaned your chin in the palm of your hand, staring in front of you with a dazed look. A boy had been sitting in front of you; one who you admired very much.

Peter Parker was one of the best students in Midtown High. He was only a Sophomore too, as you were, and he never ceased to correct teachers when they made mistakes presenting. He was a member of the Decathlon team, led by Liz Allan; everyone knew he liked her. A lot.

You couldn't help but stare at the boy everyday, anytime you could. You liked how his brown hair fell into his eyes at times, and his chocolate brown eyes would widen in confrontation by Flash Thompson, or a teacher, or anyone really. You remember when he used to have a stutter back when you'd first seen him in the fifth grade.

Speaking between the two of you stayed to a minimum; he didn't know you all that well, the occasional project only ever happening where the two of you would talk.

As it turns, today, things were going to change.

When your teacher walked into the room as class started, she announced that she'd chosen people who she doesn't think knows each other well to work on and end of year project on getting to know everything about each other.

At first you groaned along with the rest of the class, until your name got called by the teacher,

"Y/N and Peter, you'll be together on this project."

Your eyes widened and your ears couldn't hear anything else after that. Your mouth stayed agape as Peter turned and waved at you, giving you a small smile. You gave an open mouthed, nervous smile back at the boy until he turned back around to his friend, Ned, internally scolding yourself for having made such a stupid face.

This was going to be a long month.

It was only two days after the teacher had announced the project that you were heading over to the Parker apartment to start the project with the boy. You'd reminded yourself countless times not to answer questions for Peter himself, as you already knew so much about him by just observing.

Knocking on the door, your feet shifted from one another in nervousness, waiting for someone to answer. The door opened suddenly after, revealing a messy haired Peter in a Midtown sweatshirt, smiling while saying,

"Hey, Y/N," he moved for you to get in, "What's up?"

You smiled for a moment before your lips pulled back into a line in nervousness, eyes slightly wide and eyebrows raised in worry as you scanned the room, stepping in,

"Nothing," you paused slightly and turned back to look at him, face still worried and nervous as you smiled, "Nothing much."

"Kay," he said breathlessly, you guessed he'd been doing something before he answered, "Well, um, come on. We can, we can work in my room."

He nodded his head to over to the door farther down the narrow hall. You nodded, waiting for him to take the lead. He walked ahead of you as you followed. Opening the door, you saw the room was only slightly messy. A couple of shirts, with the usual science pun on them, were scattered across the floor, the bed wasn't completely made, and books had been left open on the desk in the corner along with uncapped highlighters.

"Sorry for the huge mess," he smiled sheepishly, kicking a shirt to the side as he turned to you, "I sort of forgot about us working on the project today."

You smiled, "It's fine."

You watched as Peter walked over to his desk, picking up a pencil, and began tapping on his notebook, then looking up,

"So, what're some of your hobbies?"

A month went had gone by; a very, very blissful month for you. You'd spent so much time with Peter during that time to work on the project, luckily not embarrassing yourself, and getting to know the boy even more than you did before.

You had gotten a lot closer; he'd even admitted his crush everyone knew his had on Liz Allan. It was a very sad moment for you especially; you've come to realize that you'd not only admired him, but fallen completely and utterly in love with him.

You were happy, however, that he trusted you that much to tell you about something so personal; something that doesn't even have to be on the project.

You were thankful for the time you had with the boy, hoping to keep a friendship alive. There have been times where you thought it could be more. There have been times where the two of you sat too close to be friendly, or hugs longer than they should be.

There was even a time when you'd almost kissed him, full on, when it was interrupted by his aunt May walking in. He never talked about it with you; never brought it up after that.

His aunt May loved you though.

You'd met her the second time you came over. She would go on the say that you were the first girl he's ever brought home, and would gush over you at times.

She knew, though, about your crush; she confronted you about it the fourth time you'd come over, saying she'd keep it a secret, but told you that you couldn't forever. You could never stop blushing when you'd come in with Peter and she'd wink at you, pointing at him. His aunt May was one interesting woman.

After that month had gone by, you were then sitting in Peter's room, on his bed, working on the project, when he suddenly stopped asking you questions, almost thinking something over,

"Hey," you waved your hand to grab his attention once again, laughing a bit as you said, "You good?"

"Yeah, yeah. I was just," he shook his head a bit before looking back up at you, his deep brown eyes meeting your E/C ones, "I was just thinking, since the both of us don't have a date to Prom next week, that maybe we could go together? I mean it's fine if you don't want to-,"

"No!" You said suddenly, making the boy's eyes widen, "I mean - I mean, yes, I'd like to go with you."

You gave him a sheepish smile as he grinned back at you. You felt your heart flutter as the boy resumed asking questions.

You were going to prom with Peter Parker; you were going to prom with the boy you love.

Throughout the next week, you spent your time picking out a beautiful dress in hopes of Peter liking it. Your mother had insisted on doing the whole 'Shebang' and booking hair and nail appointments, along with make up. To say that you were simply excited would be an understatement.

You walked into the school, the day before prom, feeling happy and fuzzy on the inside. Seeing Peter and Ned, who you've become good friends with through the brown haired boy, at their lockers, you walked over. Peter had been talking animatedly about something; his face was filled with excited and disbelief, hands flying everywhere as he expressed his excitement to his best friend,

"It's happening, Ned, it's really happening!"

You grinned at the two, eyes closing slightly as you asked Peter, "What's got you so excited, Parker?"

His head shot to you, eyes wide and smile still implanted on his face, "I'm going to prom with Liz Allan!"

Your eyebrows furrowed as your grin fell from your face, "What?"

He said even louder and more excited, smile widening, "I'm going to prom with Liz Allan! Can you believe it, Y/N!"

You looked down as you muttered, "No, I can't." Looking back up, you saw Peter still gushing to Ned about how long he's waiting for Liz to like him back. What about how long you waited for him to like you back?

You felt tears in your eyes as your lip and chin quivered only slightly, "Peter," you said loud enough to gather his attention, looking at you with puppy dog eyes that would make you melt in any other situation, "I thought we were going together."

"I mean, yeah," he gave you a half smile, "But that was when we didn't have dates."

You shook your head, "Yeah, but-,"

"Y/N," Peter gave you a look of desperation, "I've waiting so long for this. Liz finally likes me back! You don't get what that's like!"

You nodded aggressively, sucking in a breath before mumbling, "Okay, fine. Go with her. I obviously don't understand."

With those final words, you stalked off to your first class; wanting to get away from the thick headed boy, leaving said boy confused.

You shed quite some tears that night, cancelled all your appointments, and ignored your whole family.

You spent the night, and day of the prom, in your bedroom. You binged any show you could find, attempting to keep your mind off the boy who just kept crawling back in. You'd already gone through multiple mini tubs of ice cream.

Realizing that you completely ran out of ice cream, and were desperate for more as any other heartbroken girl, you decided to pause the episode of Riverdale you'd been watching, get up, and check the time.

8:56 p.m.

You still had time; stores hadn't closed yet since it was Saturday.

Putting on a sweater over your t-shirt and slipping on some shoes, you headed out of your apartment. After walking out of the complex doors, you took in a deep breath of fresh air.

It's been hard to get the nerdy boy off your mind. Harder than you thought; especially after the project.

Walking through the streets, you looked around, realizing how quiet and eerie it felt that night. No one had been around, lights were off in most apartments and some street lights flickered.

It was sudden when someone had grabbed you and pinned you onto an alleyway wall. You could feel a man's breath on your neck as he smiled maliciously against it, his teeth grazing,

"Hey," he moved his face in front of yours, pinning him body against yours so no more space was left in between, "You wanna have some fun, baby?"

You cringed away, his breath wreaked of alcohol as he slurred his words, eyes heavily hooded.

You attempted to push the man away as best as you could, whimpering when he slammed you back into the brick wall.

"Come on now," he brought his lips to your neck and press a kiss, whispering in your ear, "Don't be like that." He bite down on your ear, making you scream for help at the top of your lungs, terrified of what the man would do to you.

You felt the man hook his thumbs over your pants, about to pull them down, when they disappeared suddenly. You opened your eyes and saw that he'd been flung across to the opposing wall, now webbed to it by the hands.

"Now, buddy," Spider-Man had flipped in, saving you from a terrible fate, "I don't think that's how you should be treating a lady."

You watched as the man fought back against the restrains, still in sober enough to realize his terrible fate.

"You wanna say sorry to the lady?" He gestured for you to come over to him, doing so and putting an arm over your shoulders, "She's waiting."

The man spat at him, spewing out the words, "Fuck you, Bug-Boy."

"Wrong answer!" Spider-Man outstretched his hand, webbing the man's mouth but keeping his nose unwebbed for him to breath.

You stared at the man all webbed up, getting chills over your spin as you thought of what could've happened if the Spider-Man hadn't shown up.

"Ma'am," he turned to you, eyes on his suit morphing as he expressed different emotions, "Are you okay?"

You nodded slowly before asking, "How did you know this was happening?"

"Theft happened a couple blocks down. Stopped them on time, then I heard a scream," he looked at you in what you assumed was concern, as his voice was full of it when he said, "Maybe I should take you home."

You looked up at him, giving a great full smile as he told you to hold onto him. Soon, you were swinging through the city under his arm. You closed your eyes halfway through, realizing that you now had a fear of heights, but soon landed on top of a building; your apartment complex.

"Thanks," you said to the hero, "For saving me back there."

"It's what I do," he paused, "What're you doing out now, anyway? I heard there's, like, this huge prom thing going on at this school for smart people. I'm - I'm just saying cause you look like a smart girl and everything, so…"

"Yeah, there is," your voice lowered a bit, being reminded of Peter, "I just - I'm just not going cause of this thing with a boy I like. He just bailed and stuff. It's nothing really, doesn't matter anyway. It's just a stupid prom. Not like I was excited for it or anything."

"A guy bailed on you?" He paused, "Like, the one you like?"

You smiled sadly, "Yeah."

"That's pretty douchey."

"Yeah, it is," you looked to the ground, "I mean it's not like he knew or anything. He just likes this other girl, and it's whatever."

You looked back up to see Spider-Man shrug, "You never really know," he grabbed your hand from your side, "Just don't give up on the guy so easily. He might come along. Who knows, maybe he completely blew it with his date tonight or something. Maybe he realized he'd rather be there with you and feels guilty or something."

You shook your head and scoffed lightly, giving a hopeless smile, "Yeah, I doubt it."

You saw Spider-Man nod once before dropping your hand and moving to the edge of the building.

Before he could go, you said aloud, "Thank you, again."

He nodded at you in recognition and swung away soon after.

Sighing, you realized that maybe there's truth to Spider-Man's words; especially after you realized that you never gave him your address.

You thought to yourself and chuckled lowly, 'Thanks for saving me, Parker.'