Throughout first period, Peter and Elizabeth wrote notes back and forth, trying to catch up.

Top college choices

City Tech, Columbia, Empire State, CUNY, SUNY, some community colleges

No MIT?

Elizabeth remembered how much Peter had talked about going to MIT like his father. It was the reason why Elizabeth applied there.

I can't leave Aunt May.

After Uncle Ben's death, Peter couldn't leave Aunt May alone, no matter how much she said she was fine wherever he went to school. Plus, with all trouble in New York City, Spider-Man is needed here. Cambridge can find its own superheroes. Before Elizabeth could write something, Peter took back his paper and scribbled once more before passing it back to Elizabeth.

What about your choices?

The Ivys & MIT

Before she could pass the note back to Peter, Mr. Greenwich, their Principles of Engineering teacher, had snatched the lined paper off the desk.

"And what's more interesting than mechanisms?" Mr. Greenwich asked the two. He glanced at the paper, noticing the last several lines referring to higher education. He glanced over his glasses at the duo before passing the note back to Elizabeth. "While deciding which college you want to attend is important, to attend some of these institutions, you must pass this class." He walked back to the front of the class, carefully glancing at the two, making sure they weren't going to continue. "Now, as I was saying. Scalars are quantities than can be expressed solely in terms of magnitude, such as area, mass and work. However-"

Peter felt a slight nudge into his rib cage. He glanced over to see a piece of paper, barely hidden under the table. He grinned as he slowly took it from Elizabeth's hand, letting their fingers brush.

"-For some quantities, it is necessary to know both a magnitude and a direction to describe them completely-" Peter opened the note, glancing at the new, nearly fresh note with rushed, chicken scratch in the very middle. "-These are known as vectors. Like force, acceleration-" We should go out. Tonight. "And momentum."

Peter and Elizabeth tried to catch up as much as they could.

Between classes, they shared movie reviews. "Top three from last year: Moonlight, Hacksaw Ridge and Loving." "What about Zootopia? Ghostbusters? Pete's Dragon?" "Nope. Didn't have time for those." "Moana?" "Oh shit, you're right."

During Technology and Cultural Relevance, where Peter and Liz talked about technology and cultural references as they sat on opposite sides of the room.

Meaning, they kept snickering as they glanced at their phones and sent saved memes to one another. Peter had wondered why they haven't kept up with each other over the past few years. Other than the time differences, and schedules and school and the Spider-Man ... how does anyone actually socialize and sleep?

Over lunch period, they talked about relationships.

Peter vaguely described his relationship with Gwen Stacy last year, obviously skipping the Spider-Man parts and Gwen's father dying.

"You guys sound like you're on good terms," Elizabeth said, remembering Gwen had spoke to them briefly before second period started. "Why did you break up?"

Peter bit his lip and shrugged, searching for an excuse. "I'm just not boyfriend material." The blame should be on Peter, whether it's truthful or deceiving. It's a reminder that Peter needs to be more careful with the people in his double life, especially those he cares about.

"Could've fooled me," Liz said, sipping her water.

"What about you, Elizabeth?" A voiced piped up. Peter suddenly realized that there were more than just Elizabeth and him at the table. A few boys had sit beside them, and probably heard Peter's stories about Gwen. He's internally dying from embarrassment. "Who have you dated?"

"Uh ... well. I really don't figure that you would know them," Elizabeth said, shrugging. She looked back at Peter, to see his pink cheeks. Maybe sharing would help Peter feel less embarrassed. "Well, there was Emmet, in uh, third grade? Pete, you remember him?"

Peter chuckled, "Is he the one who you pushed you down the slide when you heard he kissed, Gemma?"

Elizabeth laughed, "Yeah. Gemma also slapped him afterwards, just so I would like her, again." Elizabeth thought for a little bit longer. "Adrian, Benji, Charlie was pretty memorable for England, Daniel, Edward, Ryan -"

"You attended school in England?" Another voice piped up. The amount of people sitting beside them had tripled, mainly boys. None of them had ever paid attention to him for the last three years. Why now? Peter looked across the table back at Elizabeth and understood. They were here for her. He wouldn't blame them. What's not to love about Elizabeth? Her piercing blue eyes and the way they smile in-tune with the corners of her mouth. Her long hair was perfectly tousled, in between 'I just woke up' and 'I paid my stylist a lot of money to fix my hair like this,' but either way, perfect for fingers to run through it. How her embraces felt strong, comforting and something you could fall asleep in-

Peter stood up. "I need to check in with Yearbook committee." If Peter was going to fight for Elizabeth's attention, he's going to lose this battle with a dozen boys surrounding them. "To ... see if they need someone to take pictures for the 'Back to School Bash' tonight." Which was half-true. He didn't plan on going, but they might actually need someone to take photos if they haven't set up photography beats yet.

"Oh that's right! I nearly forgot about that!" One of the boys piped up. Peter was pretty sure hi name was Connor, but he wasn't quite sure. "Are you going Elizabeth?"

"I think I am," Elizabeth said, not taking her eyes off of Peter, who gave a quick wave and rushed off to a table on the other side of the cafeteria, where Elizabeth assumed some of the Yearbook committee sits.

"You should go with me."

"Come with me!"

"We can go get food before we go!

Elizabeth sighed. She should've known. "I already have a date," She said, standing up. She picked up her tray, and what Peter had left. "Thanks for the offers."

Elizabeth and Peter caught up with each other just in time for Government, with a few minutes to spare before the syllabus was passed out. "So?" Elizabeth asked.

"So?" Peter mimicked, a little confused.

"Are we going to the Back to School Bash?"

"Well ... we can," Peter shrugged, leaning back in his seat. "Elliot said he was going to take photos. He doesn't want ... uh how did he say it? 'Daily Fugle's bad journalism practices infecting the precious yearbook.' " Peter didn't mind. The Daily Bugle definitely leaned more towards tabloids than actual newspapers, and J. Jonah Jameson definitely likes to see the headlines played up. It also meant one less commitment this school year - until the freshman photographers lose interest and Elliot comes back to Peter, but he will throw this back into his face so he can get out of it, or get something out of it. "Wait, are you not going with one of those boys?"

"Nope," Elizabeth laughed. "They're not my type." Greedy, annoying and fake. "What time am I picking you up?"