Peter didn’t know what to say so he just nodded with a sad smile. new York was great, had many memories and he had some fun, besides getting beat half to death, saving the world and state. Sure they’ll miss him helping out with the burglars and the purse snatchers and murderers but wasn’t that the cops job for getting them too? Again another nod but this time to answer her question.
He followed her out the classroom and down the hall. There was a short pause of silence but it was nice, in a way. Then what she asked made his body feel cold for a moment. “You.. you saw that?” He let out a sigh, looking away from her and running his finger through his hair. “Yeah, no. I’m fine. In one piece and all. Just probably got marked as a dork on my first day is all. Nothing too bad.”
“I see a lot of things. Sometimes good, sometimes bad.” She admitted. Ally took another turn, “It’s not that bad. My first day, I walked into the guy’s restroom, thinking it was the girls’. It was pretty bad, people forget though. It’s a pretty big school.” She looked over her shoulder, “So, don’t beat yourself up too bad for it.”
She then opened a door, she peeked inside, “I’m always early, it doesn’t start until 20 to 30 minutes after school, but I like to come here and just… have some time to myself.” She stepped inside, Ally looked back him and then turned, “This is it. It’s not the greatest with or newest with everything, but it’s here.” She looked around, looking over all the unfinished projects. “I haven’t taken any pictures in a while. I’ve stuck with the typing, if you want, you can take my other half of the job. I write too and I enjoy that a little more.” She smiled. “Okay, a lot more.”
He rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled, “yeah the states. oh, uh, no. I moved here.. on my own. New York was nice and all but.. I wasn’t um.. needed there and all.” Peter shrugged. He blinked hearing her laugh. It wasn’t heart warming like he thought it would be. It was rather gloomy and what followed explained why. His smile softened. “It’s a shame. A girl like you should hear it often.”
Peter nodded to her question. “I’d love to accompany you. I guess i joined you guys late didn’t I? Should have waited for the first day of school.” He chuckled softly and moved through the desks over to her side. “Lead the way.”
She nodded, “I understand.” She felt like too much at Hogwarts. Cody had graduated, James has graduated, Lia hated her, and so did Susy, all thanks to her sister. She wasn’t needed or so she thought. Her mother was rather disappointed, as always but her father understood. As always. Ally rubbed her arm shyly at his last comment. She was glad a blush hadn’t creeped up to her features.
“That’s fine. Like I said I’m new myself, there’s always work to be done, y’know?” She smiled and then turned to start heading out of the classroom, she walked down the hallway and then took a turn, “You didn’t hurt yourself earlier, did you? When you crashed into the locker??
He took her hand in his own, shaking it. Her voice was soft, welcoming sort of. He wouldn’t have minded listening to her talk for hours instead of that dreadful monotone teacher they’ve got. He cleared his throat and smiled softly. “That’s a pretty name. Alaina. Um.. I just came here from New York.” Peter pulled his hand back and wiped the palm of it against his slacks. He looked down, holding onto the strap of his bag.
“You’re very beautiful, Alaina, but you probably hear that a lot don’t you?” He looked up at her, cocking his head to the side slightly. “Um.. I don’t mean to bother you but.. do you uh know anything about year books or photography, things that need pictures taken of? I used to do that back home so I was hoping I could do that here.”
She shook his hand and then let go, her hand coming up to grip onto her bag’s strap, she tilted her head slightly, “The States? Wow, transfer student? Or just because you wanted to come live over here? You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to.” She glanced past him, the teacher had already left. Ally then pulled her attention back to him.
A soft yet sad laugh left her lips, “No, I don’t. I’m not all that noticeable ” She looked away for a moment, shyly she looked down at her feet. the former Ravenclaw listened to him and then nodded, “There is actually. I’m Editor in it. I was actually heading over there, since it’s nearing the end of the year, gotta add finishing touches and all that. Would you like to accompany me?”
When she finally looked at him he was at a loss for words. She was beautiful. Her eyes were a bright green, were they hazel perhaps? The way she was gentle when she took the pencil away. How she stuttered on her word, paused a moment to think correctly. It was.. what was it? Different?
Peter gave her a small smile before standing and slipping one of the straps to his bag over his shoulder. He would have just up and left but something, no, someone kept him there. She did. The mystery girl. His fingers tapped against his leg softly then turned to her again. “I’m Peter. S-sort of uh.. the new kid here, but that’s obvious isn’t it?”
Once he gave her her pencil, she began to organize her bag really quickly. Ally was very organized with her things, it all had to be a certain way, otherwise it’d drive her mad. She didn’t have ocd, no, none of that, she just liked her personal belongings to be one way. It was only with her things, she didn’t mind what anyone else did, after all, not James, Cole nor Joey had been very organized themselves.
She finished and then closed her bag, slipping it over her shoulder, she was a bit surprised he hadn’t left yet. The girl blinked a couple of times, he seemed nervous, of course. He was new, she let a small smile slip. “Peter. Nice to meet you.” She nodded, “Just a bit, but don’t worry. I-I, er I’m not very… what’s the word, well, I’m new myself.” Her voice was soft, a bit above a whisper so she was well heard still, “I transferred here a few weeks ago actually. I’m Alaina.” She offered him her hand to shake.
The male pulled his gaze away from her and focused it down on the book cover in front of him. Peter fumbled with his pencil, rolling it between his fingers, hitting the eraser against the desk lightly, anything he could to keep his attention away from her. The teacher up front talked on and on and he grew rather bored, much like any normal teen would. The male set the pencil down, resting his forehead against the desk and sighed softly to himself.
Often times his mind still wandered to Azurea. Her memory still haunted him. He was glad she was happy but it hurt knowing he wasn’t the cause of that happiness but when you love someone you’ve to learn to let go so he did.
Peter glanced over at her, keeping his head down. Maybe she wouldn’t notice. Maybe she wouldn’t call him out for being a creep for looking at her every chance he got. He heard the bell ring and hadn’t realized how long he sat there bored out of his mind until now. Lifting his head from the desk he collected his things into his bag as everyone piled out. It was better than having to push his way through the crowd at the door, but being one of the students left in class made it easier for the teacher to ask favors that he wanted nothing to do with. He saw a purple pencil on the floor near the girls desk, grabbing it he held it out to her, “is this yours?”
Ally turned her attention away from him. She pulled out her Trig book and opened it. Math was something she loved. There was no ands ifs about it. It was math, it was clear, no matter what you did if you did it right you’d always get the right answer. Straight forward, very few exceptions. Sometimes she’d ask for more math homework for herself, another thing to keep her busy. Still, she listened to the way her teacher kept on going about Environmental Sciences. It was honestly another Herbology class.
Her lips curved up into a smile when she was solving a problem, she remembered the one time she was in Professor Longbottom’s class and someone had set off fireworks. It was surely on of the Weasleys, but it was a funny sight.
When the bell rang, she gathered her things quickly, standing up, she stuffed them all into her bag. Ally then heard a voice. She turned around and looked at the pencil, “Y—” Her voice was lost again, she cleared her throat, she didn’t want him to think her weird, she looked up at him again, “Y-yes.” She reached out and took it, “Thanks, it must’ve… fallen off when I was closing my books.”
It’d been a few months since he’d left his humble home in New York City. Maybe it was a selfish thing to do but he couldn’t keep on living there. The familiar surroundings were nice, the same faces every day, maybe he just needed to switch things up a bit. Or maybe he just needed a new home that no one really knew who he was. Where no one knew the “amazing” spider-man. The Avengers had it now, right? He shouldn’t have to worry.
Ever since his plane had landed here in Scotland he felt a weight had lifted from his shoulders. No more worries about people trying to kill him just because of who he was. Aunt May and Uncle Ben no longer were alive, maybe it was best he moved on. Gwen was destined for greater things, things he could have no part of after promising her father. It really was best after all, she’d be safe from a wreck like he.
It was the first day of school for him here. There wasn’t much of a difference like he thought there would be, but the faces were different for sure, as well as addressing what class you were. It wasn’t so confusing.
Peter’s eyes stopped on a young girl. She hugged her books to her chest and kept her head down but he was able to see her blonde locks that flowed over her shoulders. He was so caught up on her that he didn’t pay attention to where he was walking, or listened to his senses, and walked right into someone’s open locker knocking him back onto his bottom. Great, already making a fool of yourself. Brilliant, Peter, really. He got up quickly, recovering from it and ducked past the male who stood there laughing. It wasn’t until his last class of the day he saw that girl’s hair again. He knew it was her by the way she kept her head down like in the hall.
The male waited for everyone to sit before he did. He’d made the mistake of sitting in someone’s seat before and he sure as hell wasn’t going to do it again. Every so often he’d glance back at her, hoping to get a look of her face but she was so interested on what was on the paper in front of her to even lift her head a tiny bit.
She looked at her phone, her father had sent her a text again to make sure she was well. Ally had decided to stay with her grandmother. Away from Hogwarts. Amy and Brett had both decided to make her life much more difficult than she needed. Her sister spreading rumors, her brother butting into things that he didn’t need to. Ally was just done. At the end of the day, it always ended up with her on the roof in total tears.
The girl had said her goodbyes, only person she really had to say goodbye to was Monroe. It was painful, but it was much more painful having to stay. James was no where to be seen. He was busy, he had a life of his own. She wished she could’ve been selfish. Make him stay with her longer, but she couldn’t do that to him. She refused. Here, she gave up the name Ally and went by her real name, Alaina. Ally was something only very close friends could call her, family. Here, she had none of that. She got along with a few girls, but it was never anything more than classwork.
Even here, she was invisible. No one really noticed her, she had gotten so used to it. She seemed to have no voice, she had won the position of Secretary only because people knew she loved to write. Not because she was popular. Heading to class, she always kept her gaze down. Her books pulled close to her chest, her books that lately were only friends along with her pen. Her grandmother tried to make things easier on her, but Ally still felt a giant ache in her chest.
Looking up, she heard someone fall. The girl looked back at the boy but then looked away and kept walking once she saw he was okay. School days went by fast, faster than at Hogwarts. She was always busy, always at a sports event, a play, anything. Writing articles, taking pictures, participating. It kept her thoughts away.
The last class was always the most boring, at least to her it was. She was looking over her schedule, she had two events that were coming up that could possible clash with each other. She always sat in the back corner, usually no one sat by her side unless a teacher moved them for talking too much. She let out a soft sigh, she knew she had to miss one and she didn’t really want to miss either of them. “Maybe… I can… no…” She whispered to herself and then heard the chair next to her creak, out of instinct, she glanced to the side to see who was sitting next to her. She was surprised to see it was the boy from earlier.
never thought it would end like this.