#our teacher fucked up and gave us 100s on assignments we didn't do so were drawing instead of working 2 celebrate

[arathergrimreaper]

J*hnny D*pp is untouchable garbage, ik, but there's one older movie of his I think about a lot called Benny & Joon, where he does this Buster Keaton sort of routine and after Joon sees it, she asks, 'Did you go to school for that?' and his character responds, 'No. I was kicked out of school for that.'

This scene and the underlying, probably unintentional, meaning of it sticks with me. For context, I'm not that talented at anything no matter how many hours I dedicate to it, but I've received compliments and more than a couple wistful 'I wish I could find time to do that's from people who've seen me crochet or draw or pole dance or what-have-you. There seems to be this misunderstanding that these things are doable for me because I have a plethora of time and resources or energy others just...don't.

This could not be further from the truth.

I make time to do these things. How? By sacrificing quality and time dedicated to the things society tells me should be the ultimate priority. Example? My crochet work drastically improved after years of false starts and finally finding the right teacher (Youtube) by...taking it to certain lectures with me in college. I would sit there and work on it even if it was large and took up my whole lap rather than taking notes. I still participated in class discussion. I still took my tests and did my essays (when ADHD and perfectionism didn't prevent me from turning in boring crap nobody gave a damn about). Classmates would look at me like I was insane, but not a single professor bothered me about it because my grades and class participation were solid.

Same thing with work. My current job is...well, I need money like many of you and 'beggars can't be choosers' yadda yadda. The point is, I have a lot of downtime in between duties and assignments, most of which only have to be done on a monthly basis. So I write. Fuck, I've written nearly three books worth of words since starting here nearly two years ago. One of which I did in a month (i was going for sterilization surgery consultation and wrote up 100 reasons and elaborations why i needed this surgery, just in case). And I draw. If anyone sees me at it (my back faces the door and there's high foot traffic by our office -_-), they don't say boo to me because I get my work done (and some of theirs too, lbr) and growing up with strict parents made swapping tabs and hiding chat rooms child's play. Thank Hephaestus for Firefox and adblockers.

I'm also not close with the majority of my blood family in the emotional or geographical sense. No real obligations there. Friends? The majority of them are...well, here. I regularly talk to and interact with 2 whole people in 2 different states. Even the effort of trying to meet more isn't a priority to me even though I make shallow attempts a couple of times a year. I'm not close to any coworkers either because I never feel I can trust them due to problems with gossipy coworkers in the past and, ofc, the current climate of people playing shoot-em-up when work pushes them past their breaking point.

Make no mistake, I am taking a risk doing these things. I risk write-ups and firing and dying alone and all kinds of shit...because I'd rather be doing art. Something I am never going to be able to live off of so I have to steal time from other things to be able to do it. When I go home, I barely have the energy to cook, clean, run errands, and do some meatsuit maintenance before I have to come back the next day. There have been so many times I've fallen asleep before I could get even partway through what I planned for the night, right at my computer or next to my sketch book.

I have to snatch back the time taken from me, there is no other recourse. Lunch breaks are not enough when we even get them (in OH, employers are not legally obligated to provide those. found that shit out at a factory i used to work at where i also wrote fanfic in a notebook between machine unloading). There are zero guarantees of a better afterlife or reward for continued suffering in this life and maybe it's the neurodivergency talking, but I refuse to waste more of it than I already have pretending the things I am forced to do are inherently better or more fulfilling than the shit I want to do.

TL;DR All this is really just to say: get sneakier. STEAL time back where you can. Else you're just going to keep wishing for more time you're never going to get.

[unhingedwomandiaries]

The second moronic compulsion on my handwritten list of "50 Things To Do Before I'm 50" is to solve a Rubik's cube, whatever the fuck that even means. But today - and I'm certainly not making this up for fiction's sake - I finally did it. Suck on that, Mrs. X.

Wait, back up. Let's start from the absolute beginning, shall we?

In first grade, they taught us what numbers were, presumably because some optimistic educators still believed we were babies who didn't comprehend the concept of quantification. In second grade, they drilled addition into our mushy, pre-pubescent skulls for one endless year. The next year was the same, but with subtraction (because simply removing numerical values from each other is exponentially more complex than adding them together). Third grade was spent on multiplication tables, assigning our little brains the daunting task of memorizing an algorithm better suited for software coding. Fourth grade was "long division," which remains the most useless mathematic application this side of trigonometry - I still can't divide anything without dragging a calculator into the process, nor do I care. Fifth grade was merely a re-hashing of all four operations, so the concepts would become "locked in," whatever that meant.

From sixth through eighth, we explored the world's dullest numbers game - statistics. "If women make up 47% of the workforce, and men make up the remaining percentage, which is bigger?" This is when I started checking out mentally. Math had become insufferable. My only hope was that high school would reinvigorate my interest in quantitative reasoning.

That didn't happen. I signed up for an elective called "pre-algebra" because (A) it sounded like it might preview some legit algebraic principles, and (B) I had already endured three unrelenting years of statistics, which was plenty. But pre-algebra was shockingly difficult - I had grown accustomed to performing uncomplicated operations, and anything more complicated than chunking single-digit numbers together fried my mathed-out cerebellum. I couldn't grasp ANY of the coursework. After a few weeks of failing miserably, my teacher realized her skills were being wasted on me. She shipped me off to the guidance counselor and essentially said, "Get this dolt out of my classroom - algebra is not for her, nor will she need it in the real world." And that's when my educational trajectory took a hard left.

The counselor recommended I take... Sudoku. Seriously, those little puzzle grids from the Times - nothing more than a friendly numbers challenge for bored grandparents trying to stay sharp. I don't know why she pushed me in that direction. Maybe there was a coding glitch in the system. But I had no choice. That fall, I found myself in Mrs. X's "Sudoku Mastery" class, learning the mythological history of these numerical chessboards while gradually conquering the easier grids. Within two months, I was a Sudoku assassin, confidently shading boxes and systematically elimating possibilities until only one digit remained per square. My Sudoku scores were impeccable. I'm still the only student who ever earned a 100% in Mrs. X's nerdly little millennium cult elective.

But Mrs. X had a problem - I was progressing too fast. At that rate, I'd grow bored before January. So she handed me a Rubik's cube and commanded me to solve it (this was 2004, when mastering anything required self-education without YouTube tutorials). I stared at that garish, multi-colored cube and had absolutely no idea what to do. The patterns and algorithms were inscrutable. Nothing I learned in Sudoku class prepared me for twisting and flipping those rigid squares until each side settled into uniform hues. I got frustrated and gave up. I hated feeling "stumped" infinitely more than being sad or angry - bafflement was the cruelest emotional state. Mrs. X "failed me" on that assignment and downgraded my Sudoku grade, but I didn't particularly care.

Fast forward to that handwritten list, circa 2023. One of the dumb-as-hell challenges I scribbled was to finally solve a Rubik's cube once and for all, if only to prove I wasn't entirely useless. I initially considered buying a cube online for like £12 (or whatever), but fuck that - I have boundaries when it comes to financing my gradual self-actualization. A few months later, a coworker uncovered an unwanted cube in some drawer and offered it to me gratis. The Rubik's Crusade had begun.

Now, six months later, I have mastered that absurd, multi-colored obelisk of impossibility. The final side clicked into uniform yellow while sitting in upstate traffic, surrounded by nature's splendiferous rebirth. Solving that geometric bastard somehow felt more rewarding than my first sexual experience. I wanted to honk the horn in triumph, but I resisted. Maybe my final challenge should involve punching an idiot in their dumb face.

Either way, I have officially bested you, Mrs. X. Suck it.

[oreo9thelord]

Y'all ever get an asshole teacher? So this is kinda a rant but I'm angry rn so I'll continue (why am I apologetic this is my fucking account) anyways some background. So for the past couple years I was the top kid in class, I always had the best score. And at the end of the year when they calculate the grade I was always the one with the best grade and the teachers gave me gifts because I was such a good student, so anyway we just moved and I'm at a new school with new teachers, this really short teacher who ill call

Ms. A (the a stands for asshole) so Ms. A was my Arabic teacher and while I didn't really like Arabic I would still get good grades in it, but for some reason from the very start she just had a vendetta against me, getting mad when I asked her questions because i didn't understand something and talking to my parents and telling them I'm "unintelligent" and "one of my worst students" now of course my parents have common sense and knew she was just spewing BS but she continued being angry at me for the whole semester. But at the end of the semester at the half-year exams (which take place in between two semesters and are the second most important exams that count for 1/3rd of your calculated average) I was nervous for the exam but luckily after the exam I compared my answers to the book and found that I was supposed to get 100% because I answered everything correctly, then I get an 88. Which compared to my other grades is tragic, i KNEW but when my dad who now became a teacher at my school asked her about this grade Ms. A said "oh he had made a mistake at this part" which was BS because I answered the question one to one to the answer in the book and when asked about this she said "oh no he actually made a mistake at this part not this one" which is just, what???? And she REFUSED to show us the exam paper so I could see my "mistake" without giving a clear reason. In the second semester Ms. A was assigned a different class that was still in the same school, at the end of the year when our grades were calculated I was 8th, because of her I got 8th, now that wasnt what made me angry the most. I wanted to confront Ms. A, to actually know what the hell I got "wrong" what gave me a grade that crushed my soul and made me cry, but when I asked my parents to let me talk to her they said things like "this just happens" and "it's fine dont worry" and "it isn't worth it" this was an injustice, she was corrupt and mad and making shit up just because of her ego but "it isnt worth it"? Really? It isn't worth it to let everybody know that she is a fraud, that she refuses to correct her behaviour? Is it really not worth it to let the other students she teaches finally rest? I spoke with them they said to me that they don't like her, that she isn't a good teacher, but none of them are brave enough to actually do anything about it and I'm not strong enough to do anything too. She still teaches there, and after my dad talked to her she says crap like "oh he's such a smart student" and stuff like that because my father is now teaching at the same school. And she greets me with her evil grin when she walks past me, I bet she thinks she's "such a great teacher" and that "I would be lucky" if I was taught by her again, keep in mind none of her teaching made sense to me, I had to get my parents to help me understand the subjects to even study because of her crap teaching. Alright rant over everybody have a good day

[pastinawitheggs]

what do you mean we play favourites w our ocs *sweats*

[seedleaflesssapling]

Ver 2.0? Turning Point?

I can't really identify to which point in my life that i started to doubt myself but im pretty sure that it was because of UP. Damn, that school, my uni. It do really have the ability to make you feel small; i was in a disadvantaged side when i entered it, you know. I was acquainted, no we did not really talked one-on-one, but i heard when we did introductions - Pisay, UP High, science comprehensive schools, Xavier University, who wouldn't be intimidated by that when you came from Col. Ruperto Abellon National School (who would know where that is? I was lucky enough for a teacher recognized it and my classmates be like 'ahhhhhh,' .....really?! I dont even know where xavier is, it just sounds cool). Another thing is that, i wasn't a stem shs graduate - a leverage(?) or excuse (?) that i always use for them to know that i am at disadvantaged side here, not their competitor, probably a NOBODY. They, being stem graduates, have capstone projects you never thought that they have at that age, but i would hear them saying that it was publish in this journal (whatever, idk the journals lmao, i dont even understand their studies 2nd lmao, but that was some smart shit you know, a shit that makes me feel pathetic for being too proud of my what? Correlational study from inconsistent surveys?!!! Wtf, wtf, wtf). But it was a very good peer pressure you know, i kinda turned it that way. Being left behind, being on the rock bottom, i have no other place to go but up. It wasn't the goal, like making or taking the top spot, i just need to survive.

Inevitably, the exams came. I had hard time adjusting chem but math was kind to me. Who would have thought that i would get two 1.0 at my math subjects for the first semester, the sem that i thought i would barely pass. I was even a CS for that sem. Who would have thought? Our first chemical engineering subject that involves computations was on the list the next semester and the first exam, out of 100 i got something like 20ish. WTF. THAT WAS MY FIRST FAILED EXAM. but no, never did cry but tears were flooding inside. So apparently, i have to focus more on this subject and i did. Some were still failing, but i raised my average up. We also had physics, my first ever physics. I really love physics that time or that sir rommel is just a very good professor. I got the highest score on our second LE, everybody else did fail. Small victories. Not that they lose, but i just won. But i heard one time they were talking about me re: passing the physics exam and even getting a high score. They were uhm.. a guy i really look up to cause his good, the other was a girl that idk but i think she didn't like me back then. They were friends but eventually the girl transferred uni because who cares why. i heard the guy saying something like sin.o gid na si franklin nga taas iya score man, maybe even worse than that, i still look up to the guy even until now. But wtf. I really took it in that time, like i wanted to cry but did not. With all that, i got a fair grade at physics. I still got 1.0 at maths that sem and even maintained being on the CS list. S M I L E. BECAUSE WE HAVE A MIDYEAR CLASS. VERY EXHAUSTING FOR SOMEONE WHO DONT WANT ANYTHING BUT JUST ADJUST, SURVIVE, AND FIND MEANING OF BEING A UP STUDENT. It was just one subject and it was math, but i got 2.0?!!! I have no excuse to that, i am very grateful for the family who accommodated me. After midyear class, i did got sick, it sucks, really sucks. I wanted to file an LOA for the next academic year, it is the only thing i can think of for me to go back on track (i haven't said that my parents pushed me to graduate with latin honor and i wanted to also for my resume to look good because everything else in me is effed up). I really wanted to pause and be free for a while but i also wanted to graduate on time (mostly because i want to give the bitches who dared to have expectations be put on my shoulders not the satisfaction, but the audacity to tell them 'i aint did it for ya') so i asked mama. THANK GOD, SHE DID SAY NA KUNG ANO LANG KAYA MO, AMO LANG DA IH 😭😭🤧🤧 so i enrolled, but went to school late, haven't attended the school opening but all is good. I did kind of reset, just enough for me to face school again.

Second year, it was fucked. I did really love coding on octave and doing sheets at ms excel though. On that year, we have formed the che 103 bagsak group. Together with two of my classmates on 103 and math 55, we became buddies after failing che 103 on the first LE, another 30 over 100 exam hahahahaha. We made bawi just enough for us to pass the subject hahahahahuhu. I have thermodynamics sub, i barely pass. Thank G na wala ko nag removal. If ever i did, i am so sure that i wont make it. My GWA for that sem was not enough for me to be a CS. Who cares? I still did, actually but mama was never been too pushy since then, even since after midyear, after getting that 2.0 grade from the only subject i am good at. Btw, my math 55 for first sem, second year, was 1.25. Not a 1.0 but still, it's good. Second semester that year was when pandemic hit so there's nothing much to tell. I was, sorry but i was really, glad to be away from school for a while, not until for a while became forever. Virtual university set-up was very hard. With too much from taking in whatever i see and hear on my surroundings, even just at home, everything is difficult. It is very hard to find motivation and discipline in studying when i was surrounded with people who do nothing. Even to this point i am writing, everyday is like a battle, but is mostly an internal one. Self vs self, a war no one knows who will win. So the confidence, the tower of knowledge i did build, exponentially went down. I did really well when i was in grade 10, i did my best that time and it can be seen at the achievements i had that year. Being consistently on top 1 the whole year, placing second on division MMC (even getting the highest score on the written elimination round for the whole cluster), doing well sa physics under maam andico, placings on cluster journalism competitions - it was like a record best, best record (?) Whatever. But it wasn't enough you know, i eventually came fourth like wtf. I had read from somewhere Newton saying like the two years when he did write the three laws of motion and the calculus stuff were the two best years of his life, and it kept me thinking that what if mine already passed? That it was when i was in high school?

But, back when i was in school, every time that i was belittling myself or even at random times that i would feel nervous for nothing, my classmates and close friends would say na:

Uno mo man ang Math, uno mo na na (it was a one or two time thing, what if chamba lang to???)

Ikaw man highest sa first le sa thermo (it was really an absolutely one time thing, i barely passed that sub)

Alam ka man sa physics (i was just invested on physics and maybe nachambahan lang na ang ginpractice ko solve kay parallel sa exam ni sir)

Alam ka, d ka lang confident (OKAY???!)

I was ignoring those shit cause who cares if i did really good that time. Yeah, it felt good but it wasn't fulfilling. Satisfied but not happy. But with recent events, i think i would be changing. This post will be a written contract that i will push to be better, to start trusting myself, and build that confidence glow behind me; to believe that i am bright and i can hack it, whatever it may be.

For coherence, i would itemize na lang all of the events that brought me to epiphany lol

It was Friday, 17 Sep, when Dean, in our plant design subject, gave an activity for us - to come up with solutions that would address problems he presented. 1 off grid island community (either you address the water, electricity, and phone reception/signal problem under a 100k budget) and 2 vinegar packaging with a 500 mL volume and should cost less than the cost of vinegar. The due's on Monday, 20 Sep. The challenge is that you should come up with an idea that is not the same with those who already turned in their proposed solutions. I haven't turned in mine until Sunday afternoon. We are 23 in class, hence there should be 23 proposed solutions for each problem. However, only 20 or 21 turned in their solutions and as a student who decided to do it three days after the sheet was given, i was at the second to the last of the entries hahaha. I have limited choice since a lot have been proposed. And ngl, i did entered my idea for the first problem at Sunday evening and for the second problem it was on the afternoon of the next day. Those were basic solutions cause who am I? Am just your basic guy.

Tuesday, 21 Sep (#NeverForget #NeverAgain), class again for plant design (PD). Dean discussed stuffs which im ngl, i did not listen because im bored (not until he said 'we'll have a 5-min break and we'll have a quiz after that' like wtf, how will we do our quiz???!). After the short break, I did study cause i panicked as hell, he presented the prospects of the course, that we will be divided in groups and that the leaders were chosen based on the solutions they turned in the activity previously given. So there's no quiz, i was calm the whole time after that until my name was called. Like wtf??! Your basic guy will be a leader???! Hello!!! So i chat people, asked them if it was a good thing (course it was!!!? So dumb right?!). And then, i asked another leader and she agreed to my argument that we should only be divided into six instead of seven as what dean has decided. So i chatted dean (pic below). I just accepted the role half-heartedly.

As leaders, we should be hiring people for our team and we should make pubs. I dont have a canva account to help me do pubs. I made mine at MS ppt HAHAHAHAHAHA but im good so its cute. We were assigned with projects and i get to have the 4-member team. The vacant roles were project maven and liaison officer for a 3-member team. In my pubs, i included scrummaster as position to be filled, cause who am i to lead?! So yeah, that's it. I did the pubs Wednesday and I submitted my resume Thursday (third to the last hahahaha but my resume's cute hahaha).

Thursday. So i had this invite by a classmate to join the Shell event long time ago. He was reaching out for someone to ask Dean for his approval because Dean did not replied to the email he sent. So, i volunteered. I really want this competition cause this will be my first and maybe last competition as a UP student. So i DMed dean and blah blah blah he asked for selection process. I relayed the message and apologize to them for being me because i was thinking that it was me who made him come up with the decision of having the team be selected. Like, wtf i was just asking for his approval. Getting kicked out of the team was not my intention. Those whom i chatted that night were telling me that it wasn't my fault blah blah blah. So i half-heartedly agreed to them.

Friday came, yesterday, the interview. I am very anxious for someone who will be the one asking the applicants lmao. I already have been interviewed before for college applications and somehow remember the feeling, nerve wracking, whatever. To calm my nerves, i listed questions which i never got to ask properly btw, but at least i have concrete ideas on what to ask. The first interviewee was my very closed friend and so we just laugh and laugh and laugh HAHAHAHAHA. IDK if dean saw it but who cares. And the next and next and next. 3:30 passed by fast and guess what??? YOUR BASIC GUY HAS THE MOST NUMBER OF APPLICANTS TO THE POINT THAT DEAN CUT MY LIST. IT WAS EXHAUSTING BUT VERY FLATTERING. I FEEL SO HONORED. i really thought and very scared at the thought that no one will apply to me but wtf, just wtf. Ranking my applicants was damn hard. 1 i have a dream team but one was cut by dean; 2 this could make my friends mad; 3 this will be the group for the whole year; 4 i am really exhausted. But still, i submitted the list. I was hoping for the people i chose to choose me back. Only two out of three did, i am forever grateful.

Still on Friday, the classmate who invited me to the Shell thing and Dean had a zoom call and discussed about the competition. That classmate told dean what i told him the other day that i might be the reason for the decision of having the selection process done. He told me this through a voice memo, katamad daw magtype. A voice message that i played over and over again. Dean actually find me interesting (?), Invested (?) Idk exactly but the classmate told me na 'may nakikita daw talaga sya sayo. Na grabe ka ka-practical as a person like yung ideas mo daw sa plant design napakasimple lang pero napaka practical to the point daw na madami nag apply sayo kanina. And then, you need more confidence lang daw talaga' so ig, you basic guy is a practical guy now. It's just flattering.

Now, whatever happens, i must meet those expectations right? This could be a lousy motivation but what is if there's none? I dont know why im writing this. I just thought i should get my thoughts out. Ver 2.0? Turning point? Let's just do good 😌

PS I put this on my bio on FB, guess im getting more public, and if you happened to read this because you saw the link on my bio, send me a message about you thoughts.

PPS if your initials are JTZC, these have been my week and i miss you even though you're not interested in me anymore, you are hard to forget

[blushypetey]

friday night lights (au)

summary: you offered peter help & you slowly started to fall for each other.

paring: popular!peter x shy!reader

warnings: swearing & flash being flash

word count: 3,872

a/n: its a football!au so i decided to write peter as a popular football player, a cliche concept but not when it comes to our boy peter parker. i’m actually proud of this imagine & it’s an au so i hope you guys like this concept.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

thursday | 7:30 am

HE WALKED, down the football field with confidence heading to morning practice — simply Peter Parker was the star quarterback of Midtown Highschool, a heart-throb to his fellow class mates. His personality was unforgettably sweet — his looks did him justice with his beautiful smile, messy brown curls, & charming smile. He was nice to everyone and always filled the room with joy & kindness.

Now on the other hand you weren't known throughout the school like Peter. You thought you were nothing special being super introverted with your only friend being Michelle — until you crossed paths with Peter Parker.

You had first met him in English class during the start of the semester you sat next to him & he wasn't doing so great in the subject although he was great at Chemistry & Algebra. The semester continued with Peter still struggling with his writing. He wasn't failing he just had a C- which was still unacceptable because it was on the verge of a D meaning he wouldn't be able to play football. He wasn't proud of that the main reason he had that grade was due to him failing an essay.

He had gotten a 45% on the essay Peter couldn't bear the grade anymore. He went to the teacher to ask for help & that's when you offered to help.

“Ms.Willams, is there anyway I could fix my grade. Or revise my essay?” Peter asked as the students left the classroom.

“Currently No, I could set you up with a tutor or you could attend homework center & ask for help there.” she simply replied as she started packing her things.

You heard the conversation & felt bad for Peter, you had an A in the class thinking maybe you could help him. To your defense helping would benefit Peter to continue playing his games — you picked up your backpack & walked to the teacher's desk.

“I — um can't go to homework center I have practice.”

“Okay let me see what I can do,”

“I — um could tutor you Peter,” you quickly responded.

This caught Peter by surprise he knew you, you were the best in the class & he knew couldn't pass up this opportunity this could really benefit his grade. He was also relived for once — a girl was talking to him not because he was Peter Parker.

You waited for his response awkwardly, “Really?”

he said after being lost in his thoughts.

“Yeah of course,” you lightly smiled.

“Okay then it's settled Y/n, you will tutor Peter. You'll have your next writing assignment soon. See you guys tomorrow.”

That's how it all begin Peter really benefited from your tutoring — his next writing assignment went up to a 75%. You both actually worked great together & he didn't feel awkward around you. He hadn't felt pressured to keep an image up — surprisingly he was nervous around girls.

Peter finally caught up to all of his friends on the field & got is shoes ready & tied for practice. He greeted his teammates while doing his usual warm-up with them. Although almost everyone at Midtown respected him Flash didn't — he was jealous of the individual being the most popular student at the school & star quarterback.

“Hey what's up Parker,” Flash remarked as he was warming up.

Peter's other friends rolled their eyes knowing what was going to happen — this often happened where Flash would tease the quarterback. Peter would honestly care less & Flash always ended up embarrassing himself.

“What do you want Flash?” Peter said annoyed.

“Oh nothing just wanted to know if you passed the 5 page paper we just did. Or did you need Y/n to write it all?”

He was usually calm towards situations with Flash but when he brought up you he was more tempered.

“She didn't write it for me. Just fuck off already.”

“You seem upset Peter did I offended you.” he said teasingly.

“No can you just leave me alone.”

Flash looked at him with a challenging look Peter had stayed straight faced. One of Peter's friends spoke up, “Dude honestly none of us like you so would you please just fuck off.”

“No one asked you,” Flash remarked.

That was until a whistle was blown & all the boys huddled back up to their coach. This had focused the boys back to practice instead of Flash.

You were currently on the bleachers waiting for Peter's morning practice to end. It wasn't something new to the both of you — the first time it had happened was because he had forgotten his paper. Since then you had both of you had spent time together before 1st period.

You didn't know that his other teammates had started to realize that Peter had a soft spot for you. They honestly could've care less who he was with but the rest of the school was to question your friendship.

Peter had finished up early & he started walking off the football field noticing you from the corner of his eye. You approached him, “Hi Peter,” he looked up at you.

“Hey Y/N. Is that coffee for me?” he laughed in response seeing the two cups in your hand.

“Indeed it is. You said you stayed up finished that reading so I thought I'd help you out.”

“Thanks, I don't know what I'd do with out you.”

You both sat down at a table with a few minutes to spare before class. Then a few of Peter's friends had approached the both of you — knowing a few of his friends but for some reason you were still nervous around them you felt that they judged you. They had actually never judged you & just had wanted to get to know you better but you were just very closed off.

“What's up Peter!” Lucas had said. He was one of Peter's closer friends besides Ned which was his closest.

“Hey Y/N.” he said afterwards.

“Um Hey,” You has said they looked back down at your phone to avoid further conversation. A few of his other friends came to sit by you at the table finally Ned had took seat next to you.

One of his friends grabbed Peter's cup of coffee & took a sip, but it was before he could say anything he knew his friend would hate it. “Dude this is disgusting why would you get this,” Peter just laughed.

“Hey it's not even that bad,” Peter remarked.

“When did you have time to get coffee,”

Peter had looked at you then he saw that you were a bit uncomfortable surrounded by his friends. You had just been sitting there. “Oh I didn't get it Y/n did,” he replied.

“Wow next get me something Y/n.”

“Sure just tell me what you want.” you said back at Peter's friend.

“Hey — No she's gets me coffee losers,” Peter budged in.

“So am I only you barista,” you looked back at him.

You heard his friend chuckle & focus on Peter. He seemed shocked “What! No your my friend your just super nice & always get me coffee,” he quickly responded to save himself.

“Sure Parker.”

“What I was kidding—”

“Jeez I know you were.” you laughed back at him.

The bell had rang & you quickly retrieved you stuff too get to class. Peter's friends just looked at him Ned was the first to speak up, “Dude you so like her.”

“What No I don't,” Peter quickly denied.

Lucas raised his eyebrows at him, “Um it's pretty obvious we're not judging you I actually think it's cute.”

“Okay but I don't think she would like me back.”

Ned just looked at Peter, “Are you serious dude of course she likes you, you're Peter Parker! “

“Okay yeah but I don't know she's different.”

“Different how?”

“She doesn't care for my popularity, looks, or that play football.”

“Yes Peter & that's good,” Lucas informed.

“Okay yeah but then how do I know that she likes me.”

“She just does man. Now let's get to class.”

Although Peter may have seemed to be a confident kind he actually wasn't when it came to you. He didn't think you liked him he thought you were too good for him. When in your situation you thought he'd ever like someone like you.

— 12:30 pm

Michelle was waiting for you to show up at your usual lunch table in the back. She constantly had to wait for you due to your 4th period being across from the school. She never minded though it gave he a few minutes of quite to focus on her book before you came & started a conversation.

“Michelle today I got my English essay back & I got an 100% I'm so happy,” Michelle looked back up at you unimpressed.

“You always get good scores what is there to be happy about?”

“Oh — Peter he got an 87% so I'm really happy so now he can play at the homecoming game.”

“I feel you only talk about him now. It's always Peter this & Peter that. I'm pretty sure you like him. Actually I know you like him,” she confidently said.

You weren't shocked that she had picked up the fact that you liked Peter. You just didn't want it to be brought up you were trying to avoid the fact that you liked him. You were hoping your stupid crush would go away but at this point it developed into something more.

“Okay you caught me I like him,” you looked down avoiding eye contact with her.

“Hey what's wrong I honestly don't care that you talk about him. I think it's cute,” she was to quickly respond avoid hurting your feelings.

“You did nothing wrong it's just I really like him & I never really expected it.”

“Isn't that how it works?”

“Okay yeah but at first it was a stupid crush & I wanted to push it alway. But then I just kept spending time with him & now I'm here stuck.”

“You're not stuck unless he doesn't like you back.”

“That's the thing I know he doesn't like me.”

Michelle just looked at you in disbelief how you had such little faith in yourself. She knew it would be something unheard of at Midtown specifically Peter to be dating someone like you. But the thing was to Michelle it wasn't impossible she saw something between you two.

“You don't know that.” she had smiled at you then went back to her book.

You hadn't bothered responded back you knew Michelle — when she started reading there was no way to have a conversation with her. It gave you time to think about what she said. Could Peter actually like me?

Peter was at the other side of the cafeteria crowded by the rest of his friends. They had been talking about the upcoming game, “Peter can you play at this game?” one of his friends asked.

They had known about his grade in English the coach had purposely told him he needed to pass his most recent essay to play.

“Actually yeah I did I got a 87%”

“What the fuck, that little tutor of yours is helping you big time.”

“Um yeah she helped a lot,” he lightly chuckled.

Ned was one to speak up, “Okay now Peter cut the bullshit how are you gonna ask her out to Homecoming?”

Peter's friends have been dying to know all day how he would ask you out. Peter each time would just avoid the topic or say it wasn't going to happen.

“Look dude I don't know. I don't even think she likes me.”

“You should ask her to wear your jersey to this game,” Lucas suggested.

“What why?”

“Because last game you let Gwen wear it. Plus if you are going to be with Y/n other girls should see that so they could — you know back off.”

“Look Gwen asked me that one time & I didn't want to be rude,” Peter admitted.

“Yes & people thought you were dating now you should ask her to wear yours.”

“Okay fine I'll ask her after school,” Peter finally agreed.

All his friends all smiled at him while Ned high-fives him. They were surprised that Peter was actually going to make some sort of move finally. In that moment you saw his friends smiling & cheering no idea why but you saw Peter. He looked somewhat uncomfortable trying to fit in that moment.

He saw from across the room — he gave you a smile. His smile radiated through the cafeteria you smiled back it him it gave you butterflies through your stomach knowing Peter saw you for that split second. It was probably pointless to you in his mind but to you it left you breathless.

— 3:00 pm

You had quickly left your last period thankful the day was over. You were waiting for Peter in front of the school he had texted you during your 5th to meet up after school. You had wondered what it was about though you were eager to see him again.

“Hey Y/n I wanted to ask you something,”

He had just came out of P.E you remembered him telling you that was his last period. But you could also see the bit of exhaustion over his face presented while speaking to you.

“Hey what did you want to tell me?” you smiled back at him.

“Well first I wanted to say thank you.”

“For what?” you had no idea what he had been thanking you for. You had always been a thoughtful person you often were surprised when people personally thanked you.

“You know for all the help this semester.”

“Oh that's no problem. I love helping you out plus you're a pretty cool guy,” he laughed back at your response. You had always been too sweet of a person & he almost forget he was going to ask you to wear his jersey. That was until he saw all his friends in the corner of his eye giving him huge thumbs ups.

“I was wondering if — um you would want to wear my jersey for the game this Friday. I mean you don't have to if you want to — it's just sort of a thank you.”

You were shocked about this, last game Gwen had worn his jersey. You thought that maybe they had some sort of unspoken thing between them but here he was offering his jersey to you. It flattered you that he had offered because it was usually a couples thing.

“I'd love too,” it took you a second to respond due your shock.

“Great I'll give it to you tomorrow,” he had giving you a affectionate smile before speaking up again.

“I'll text you later,” he waved back at you as he walked towards his friends.

That was when you could wait to get home & text Michelle what had just happened. Tomorrow was the big day but that also meant people were going actually pay attention to you. Seeing that you were going to wear Peter Parker's jersey infront of the whole school.

— 7:55 am

You had been waiting for Peter at the football field for little over 20 minutes waiting for him to get out of the locker room. His morning practice had been extended a little later due to the big game being today. You picked up your bag & started walking down from the bleachers.

While you stayed on the bleachers you could see Peter & a few of his friends walking towards you. Still hoping this whole thing wouldn't be a big deal — you picked up your bag & started walking down from the bleachers.

Suddenly your nerves got to you reason being that this was actually happening. Sure you thought Peter 'doesn't like me' but he was thinking of you. His friends slowly parted from him then it was just you had him. You couldn't see it in his face but he was just nervous as you.

He gave you a smile — the smile that always made your heart flutter, “How was practice?” you didn't want to ask him about the jersey just yet. You may have thought that he forgot or just changed his mind — over thinking the situation.

“It was okay a little bit more than usual. Oh — I have this for you if your still wanted to wear it.”

There it was his jersey plastered with the #10 it was something that held so much value to not just Peter but the school. You grabbed it in your hands shocked at the offer still that it was actually in your hands.

“Thank you. I'll take good care of it,” you exaggerated.

At that moment you felt that everyone was watching — you had removed your backpack & slipped the jersey over your current shirt. The only people that were actually watching were Peter & his friends. They wanted to see if you would actually follow through on wearing the jersey.

“No Problem I'll see you 2nd period.”

“Bye Peter,” you smiled back at him and walked towards your class as the bell rung.

Peter had quickly ran to catch up with Ned heading to his first period. Ned had quickly looked at him waiting for a response of what just happened.

He didn't think of the situation that much he had just given you his jersey. He knew that Ned saw what had happened he didn't know what so say, “You look like you want me to say something.”

“Yes what else Peter, I want to know what happened.”

“All I did was give her my jersey that's all dude you can calm down now.”

“Then when are you gonna ask her out.”

“Shh... I don't want people to know. There's lots of people here I'll tell you my plan later.”

— 8:05 am

You had taken you seat at your 1st period you heard the whispers in the classroom. This is the part where you kind of wish you didn't accept the offer. Only because you couldn't handle the attention — all you heard were people whispers which seemed to be really loud.

She's with Peter no way.

Dude what did she do to get that.

Never expected that one.

Michelle was the one to snap you out of your thoughts, “Hey don't worry about anything their probably all jealous of you,” she winked back at you.

Throughout the day you've gotten used to the stares & whispers you knew the school was going to get over it the next day. That's how Midtown has always been news died down quick so you knew you had nothing to worry about.

During class Michelle gave you a look like she needed to say something important. You didn't ignore her message, “What?”you whispered at her.

“Are you going to the football game tonight?” she asked quietly to avoid getting in trouble.

“Yes, will you go with me?”

“I knew it,” she said proudly.

“Yeah why wouldn't I go?” you said confused.

“No, I knew that you would ask me to go.”

“Hey I don't want to be alone.”

“I'll go. Just so you won't be alone.”

“Thanks you're the best.”

You were beyond relived that Michelle decided to go with you. You didn't really have any other friends besides her so it was your only option to ask her.

Plus she had agreed because she knew Peter had something planned that night.

— 7:00 pm

The night barely begun & you could hear the crowd cheering as the football players field took the field. The bright stadium lights lit up the whole field while the bleachers were filled with sent of popcorn & other snacks. The players were getting ready for kickoff while Michelle was getting snacks.

The game has started you kept your eyes attached on #10 as he ran across the field. There was some paying attention at the game while others were just having a conversation with their friends. Michelle had came back, “What up loser I got food,” she threw a bag of candy at you.

“Thanks, what took you so long.”

“Dude the line was so long like the whole school is here & I Also had to go to the bathroom.”

You guys had been enjoying the game having random conversation while the second quarter was slowly coming to an end. That meant half-time was approaching & you knew the cheerleaders would perform like always.

You saw Peter run across the field as the ball was thrown in his direction, “Come on Peter!” he had quickly caught the ball. The crowd filled with cheers as he ran towards the end zone. He started running faster the crowd roared as he made the made it to the end zone. That put an end to the 2nd quarter & the players ran back to the bench.

The cheerleaders took the field — the speaker blared the loud peppy music. Some students cheered them on as others could care less & continued unfinished conversations. Not until two football players came up holding a unopened poster running up with the cheerleaders — they seemed unbothered by what was happening.

Then you knew someone was going to be asked to Homecoming you just didn't know who. You could tell that one person holding the poster was Ned you couldn't make out the other friend of Peter's though. That was when Peter ran up to the center of the field with a microphone in hand you heard some gasps when he approached.

“I'd like to share something very important with you all,” you heard cheering in the distance.

“I have a friend who means the world to me & I know she's out here today,” you felt eyes on you.

“I'd like her to know she helped me with my grades & helped improve me as a person. Not only that but she's the sweetest person — she always gets me coffee & gives the me her best advice.”

That was when you slowly got up from the bleachers towards the field knowing it was you. He was smiling at you when slowly started walking up to him, “So

Y/n L/n will you go to Homecoming with me?” the poster opened as he said those words.

You met eyes with him standing right in front of him his beautiful brown eyes filled with innocence & hopefulness. You smiled and breathed out, “Yes.”

In that moment Peter pulled you into a soft yet passionate kiss. The crown erupted with cheers the sound echoed through the back of your head. Everything seemed muted in the moment of the kiss — when it was over you looked him, “I didn't really expect that.”

“You weren't supposed too.” He just gave you his charming smile & pulled you into a hug.You turned your head slightly seeing the crowd with smiles & their phones out capturing the whole moment.

“Thank you.”Peter whispered in your ear.

“For what?” you asked cluelessly.

“Everything,” he breathed out.