Quizzes End Up In Kisses ~ Peter Parker💕
Part-7 of the Eight Days Of Valentine series
Warnings: fluff, thank you.
Sorry for I’m late. Also, I don’t know anything about schooling system in the U.S. so forgive me.
Middle school was exhausting, not to mention stupid, and you dreaded going to High school. Going everyday to a place for nearly your whole life, a prison called school, was never on your checklist. It was a pretty basic list and all the things you would want to do one day were mentioned in it.
And Peter Parker had managed to get on the top.
Entering Liz’s house, you were met with loud noise and kids scattered all around the living area. The snacks and drinks were placed neatly on the kitchen slab. You sighed before moving in and placing your small gift in the pile that was placed near the christmas tree. You were invited to the party by Liz and you had nothing better to do on a Christmas eve and maybe you would find Peter here too. MJ was in the extreme corner of the room which was illuminated by a bright lamp under which she read a book. You smiled at her and her book choice, ‘Great Leadership by Kimberly Davis.’
You moved towards the kitchen where you spotted Liz greeting her friends. The party went on, you stuck to MJ in the back until she needed to get back home and you didn’t.
Few people were still left, probably close friends of Liz, when you spotted Ned and Peter near the window, whispering something to each other. You moved towards them setting aside the glass of juice.
“Hey Peter, Ned!” You greeted cheerfully. Ned waved, greeting you back while Peter straightened a bit, the soft light hid the mild blush covering his cheeks. It wasn’t hard for you, or anyone for that matter, to figure out that he liked you. He wasn’t good with secrets.
“Hey, (y/n).” He replied when Ned cleared his throat . You didn’t want to seem desperate by asking him out or truth be told, you were shy yourself and didn’t want to convert your friendship into awkwardness.
The room was starting to clear and you were now having a proper conversation with both the boys, majorly about school and homework when a loud voice pulled you out of the on-going topic.
“Hey losers!” Flash yelled, indicating the three of you.“You need to come here.” He called out, you rolled your eyes but nonetheless moved to where everyone left was gathered in a small circle. You sat beside Liz as everyone settled down and Liz started talking, “So, I have a game for everyone.” She grinned and then you zoned out, staring at the boy in front of you. Brown eyes squinted slightly in concentration as he tried so hard to steal a glance at you whereas you were, absentmindedly, full on gaping at him. Only, you, Liz, Betty, Flash, Ned and Peter were left in the room.
“(Y/n), you wanna put something in?” Liz asked, popping your Peter bubble.
“What?” You asked, not having listened to a word she said.
“You wanna put something in the bag?” She pointed to the small bag placed in the centre. Where would it even come from, “And since you’re the last one, you get to have the first chance.” She grinned. By now, it wasn’t really hard to guess that the group was playing seven minutes in heaven.
You grabbed the bag and got up, throwing your bracelet in when no one was watching and shaking the bag. You fished the bag and pulled out a small keyring which was way too familiar. A blush covered your cheeks as you realised whose it was. A small Darth Vader keyring that you gave Peter on his birthday. You looked to Peter who looked like a reindeer caught in headlights. You heard Flash laugh, “Do you think these guys are going to hold hands?”
Soon you were pushed into a room, Peter just behind you as Liz locked the door.
You sat on Liz’s bed and Peter stood against the wall across you, the tension was undeniable. A few minutes were passed in silence before Peter cleared his throat and sat beside you on the bed. You watched him in anticipation as he ran his fingers through his hair, “(Y/n), you know, we don’t have to do anything just because Flash would probably never leave this.”
You felt a bit disappointed but you couldn’t let Flash tease Peter for this, “Yeah, I know how to shut Flash up.” You smiled.
You told Flash that you had made out with Peter and the look on his face was precious. Maybe it would be the other way around and instead of Flash teasing Peter, you would tease Flash for Peter had his first kiss before him. No one has to know that he didn’t.
It’s been almost a year since then and everybody but you had forgotten that night. And you could never.
You saw Peter leaning against your locker as you made your way through the sea of teenagers.
“Hey!” You greeted your best friend, “Where’s Ned?”
“Maths.” He answered, shrugging. You smiled at him as you pulled out your Chemistry textbook.
“I’m already bored seeing this textbook.” You complained walking beside Peter as you began your trip to the classroom.
“I know, Mr. Smith can be tough on us kids at times.” He laughed, watching as you rolled your eyes at no one. “By the way, you prepared for the test?”
“Nope.” You replied as soon as the question left his mouth, popping the p in the word.
“Well, you need to. This test makes up 33 percent of our total grades this semester.” You sighed at this, nodding your head in understanding as you reached the class.
You were at your desk for the past one hour, staring at your Chemistry textbook. Oh how you hated the subject. You were dozing off when you heard a series of knocks on your window. Although knowing it was the one and only, you were shocked and awakened from your sleep.
You ran to the window, unlocking it and letting your masked friend inside before locking it and pulling the curtains. Peter was always careless, not at all good at hiding his identity considering that you figured out, but you saved his ass.
“I’m so jealous of you.” You complained and his eyebrows furrowed.
“Why?” He asked.
“You know, you get to do all cool superhero stuff and you’re still gonna face that test tomorrow!” You exclaimed, burying your face in his chest and taking in his warmth as he wrapped his arms while laughing, “My mom is gonna kill me.” You sighed.
“Okay, let’s practice together then.” He stated, moving towards your study.
“Aren’t you tired?” You asked.
“Not for you, I’m not.” He replied shyly and turned away from you to hide his own blush as a faint pink covered your cheeks.
Studying with Peter was rather distracting, not that you haven’t done it before, but with time it seemed to have become difficult to focus on the subject and you were more interested in the pout that formed on his lips when he didn’t understand something, or the way he squinted his eyes to focus, or the way his fingers played with the pencil when he was thinking something, or the way his eyebrows creased when he got an answer wrong. You were so busy admiring him.
“Okay, I got a good question for you.” Peter said, pulling you out of your own little world.
“And element X is divalent -” He started but you groaned, cutting him off.
“Oh, I hate X and Y questions!” You whined.
“Come on, you don’t even know the question yet.” Peter replied, “You need to practice if you want to get good grades on that test.”
“Okay, I’ll study. But, I have one condition.” You said, smirking and Peter gulped. He knew that smirk. Something bad was going inside your mind whenever you did this. Before he could ask anything, though, you said, “If I answer ten of your questions correctly then you have to kiss me.” You said. Your heartbeat was incredibly fast but your face showed the same smirk as Peter’s cheek turned a crimson shade.
“Okay.” He said, “I got some questions for you.” He smirked, choosing the set of questions that he knew you would be able to answer easily.
“First question.” He started, smiling at your nervousness as you tapped your fingers gently against the table. You wanted this as much as he did, “The number of moles of solute present in one kilogram of a solvent is called as…” He trailed off waiting for an answer.
You smiled, “That’s easy. It’s molality.” You answered sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him.
“Correct. Don’t get too excited (y/l/n), it’s just the first question.” He replied, mocking your tone which made you giggle.
“Your impressions are hilarious Parker.” You teased, laughing as he smiled proudly.
“Wait till you hear my Thor impression.” He beamed, “Anyway, the next question, The metal used to separate copper from a copper sulphate solution is?” He asked.
“Ferrous.” You replied.
You didn’t expect the questions to get harder but what do you expect from Peter Nerd Parker. You were on the ninth question and you were getting more and more nervous, “What is the chemical name for baking soda?”
“It’s, Sodium something… Sodium Carbonate?”
“Sodium Bicarbonate!” You yelled, making him laugh at your eagerness.
“Oh, shut it Parker!” You scolded, nonetheless smiling.
“Okay, so are you ready for the last question?” He asked and you just nodded. This was a perfect and probably the only chance you’d get to kiss the boy you’d had a crush on for the longest time. “Now, (y/n). Which radioactive element is used in heat pacemakers?” He asked.
Elements were your weakest part. You stared straight into his eyes, pleading for a hint as you rack your brain for the answer. At this moment, both of you knew that Peter would kiss you no matter what, but you wanted to get it right.
“Plutonium?” You mumbled a question. Peter, having heightened senses, heard that and stood up from his seat, making you stand up and follow him to the centre of the room. He sighed, facing you with furrowed eyebrows, “Was it wrong?”
He just stood there for a moment before suddenly pulling you flush against him. Your hands instantly wrapped around his neck and a yelp escaped your throat before you felt his lips over yours. Moving at a slow pace. It was sweet, it was all you needed. Your hands tugged at the curls behind his head and he pulled you closer, resting his forehead on yours, “Correct.”
You smiled so wide, your cheeks started to hurt. Suddenly you couldn’t help what you said out aloud, “Kissing you was on my checklist since Middle school.” He laughed at this.
“The infamous checklist?” He asked. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“You knew about it?” You asked back for his answer.
“You’re not good with secrets either. I heard you and MJ talking about it.” He replied sheepishly.
“And you didn’t tell me?” You asked, smiling.
“It was an accident.” He said in a small voice, parting from you slightly and you shook your head softly as your gaze fell on the wall clock.
“It’s nothing.” You smiled, “Hey, I think you should go. It’s getting late.” He nodded, giving you a final peck on the lips as he grabbed his mask, moving towards your window.
“Peter.” You called out. He turned back to face you, waiting for you to say something, “Don’t forget about the Spanish quiz day after tomorrow.” You smirked and he knew that smirk.
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