Thanks for reading:) This is my very first fanfic! So take it easy on me, please..;)
"All right, would you all pipe down. I'm going to call role." Mr. Gardner's beady black eyes looked out at Peter's class. As he looked back down to his old black clipboard, his eyebrow quivered for a moment. "Before we do that, let's have Miss... Jesseca Hannaman come up to the front, please."
Peter watched quietly as Jesse stood up from her seat and made her way to the front. He could hear the teenage boys around him start the elbow eachother and kick their desks. A whistle even broke out as Jesse shook her nearly-white hair out and smiled at the class. "Mr. Cameron. I'm going to have to request your presence at my desk." Jake Cameron, the whistler, groaned as the guys around him chuckled quietly, all of them still checking the new girl out, thoroughly. "Right now, Mr. Cameron."
Jesse smirked as the tall football player made his way to the chair by Mr. Gardner's large desk. "My sincerest apologies Miss Hannaman. Would you be so kind to introduce yourself to the class?"
Jesse smiled as she nodded to Mr. Gardner and looked back out at the class. "My name's Jesseca Hannaman. J-e-s-s-e-c-a H-a-n-n-a-m-a-n."
"Why is your name spelled weird?" Someone called out near the door. Jesse shifted her weight to her hip and pondered the question, chewing her lip slowly.
"My parents were hippies," Jesse replied curtly, folding her slender arms. "Any more questions?"
Peter's fists clenched as Flash's deep voice started in. "Yeah, I've got one. How did you get such a fine-"
"Uigene Thompson! You march straight down to Principal Gerald's office this very second! Now!" Peter couldn't help smiling as Flash walked past Jesse, fury plastered across his face.
"Oops," Jesse stuck her lip out, using her finger to trace an imaginary trail of tears down her cheek. Without another word, Jesse saluted Mr. Gardner and strutted back to her seat.
Peter gripped his skateboard tightly as he set his plastic tray down on top of it, wheeling it down the metal ramp. He had done this for as long as he could remember and the lunch workers had long since grown tired of asking him to stop. "Thanks," Peter mumbled as the worker rung him up. He looked out the small cafeteria and automatically started for his regular spot under the large staircase. As he took his seat and began his standard lunch ritual, picking away at the food on his tray.
"I know!" A familiar laugh rang out from across the lunch room, making Peter stop and shift towards the noise. Jesse was sitting on a table, a large litter of popular kids all fixated on her. Most of them being male. "How was I supposed to not laugh?" Jesse yelled above all the other kid's loud laughs.
Peter smiled a bit at the odd girl as she stood up on the table, most likely imatating Ms. Larson, the fat old witch with the voice deeper than a grown man's. He even laughed when she literally got whistled at by their vice principal, Mrs. Fredericks.
"What are you laughing at?" Peter jumped as the random kid across from him spoke.
"What do you mean?" Peter asked as he looked back to his hotdog.
"You were staring at that chick over like a creep." Peter furrowed his brow as looked at the kid with the obviously dyed black hair.
"Uh, yeah. Because I'm the creep." Peter smirked. He turned to look back at Jesse, but she was being dragged to the principal's office by the sour Mrs. Fredericks.
Jesse only ended up only having one other class with Peter, Algebra. In which she sat on the very opposite of the classroom with a number of the same kids that were sitting around her at lunch. The period was the last of the day and Peter felt relieved as he walked toward the nearest subway station.
Jumping on to his skateboard, he gracefully skated past a few other students, the underground staircase still in sight. "Hey Parker!" Peter stopped, nearly falling off his skateboard and into another student as the bright, cheerful voice of a girl rang out behind him.
"I was wondering if I could come home with you. I just moved into an apartment pretty close to your's." Jesse smiled up at Peter, clutching the headphones hanging around her neck.
"And how would you even know that?" Peter asked, hopping back on to his board.
"It was-"
"You know what, just forget I even asked," Peter laughed as the two crossed the street. He watched her carefully as she rounded the corner on to the staircase going underground. He was silent as she pulled out a small yellow and blue card from her jacket pocket.
"My very own school system subway card." Jesse smiled at Peter before scanning the card and walking to board the train. Peter followed by pulling out his own bent card and following her in.
"So, are you any good at photography?" Jesse watched Peter as he sat and studied his camrera.
"I geuss you could say that. I take all of the big group pictures that go into the yearbook,"Peter answered, still fixated on the camera in his hands.
Jesse stared at Peter while he fumbled with his camera strap, her ice-like eyes studying his long fingers. "Have you ever thought about doing it for a living?"
Peter paused. "No. Not really." He looked up at Jesse, his mind no longer on the camera's strap. "I'm just a too busy to be thinking about that right now."
"Uh-huh," Jesse laughed, pushing Peter's shoulder playfully. "Sure."