Awkward Genes [Peter Parker x Reader] Part 2

You made a fool of yourself that day. There was no doubt in your mind that told you otherwise. Yet you still managed to make Peter laugh, though you were assuming it was because he was feeling uncomfortable when you began to accuse him of stalking you.

Well, it turned out that you two had been attending the same schools since middle school. Who would have thought, eh? Throughout the rest of that class, you had completely dismissed the classwork you two were supposed to complete to try to gather up all the thoughts from middle school to at least figure out if what he said was true.

You had looked over at him when from the corner of your eye you could see he was trying to hide the uncomfortable look on his face. The look of complete concentration vanished from your face as you turned to him.

“What’s with the look?” you demanded.

He looked back at you and it looked like he was trying his hardest not to seem rude. “It’s just that… Do you need to go to the bathroom or something?”

‘Huh?’ The perplexed look on your face didn’t do any justice to what you were actually feeling and thinking about what he just said. The bathroom? Was this his way of saying that he wanted to make out with you? Did he want to go to the bathroom with you because he couldn’t stand the thought of peeing alone? Why the hell would you want to go to damn bathroom?

After that, he noticed how confused you were and decided to clarify himself further… quietly. “It looks like you need to… poop. Y’know, people get constipated all the time. There’s no shame in it.” He was obviously choking more and more on his words as he continued to talk.

You on the other hand couldn’t think of what to say to that. As your thoughts slowly collected in your mind, you came to the conclusion that it was probably the look of “concentration” on your face that probably threw him off. But the real question was why the hell did no one ever tell you that you look like you can’t take a dump when you think?

He waited for your answer, but none came. You just looked down at the blank worksheet on your desk until the bell rang. You had things to seriously think about now.

So, basically that was the gist of how you will basically live under a rock from now on. Okay, fine you won’t go so far as to live under a rock, but you were right to get embarrassed and it totally wasn’t because Peter was the one to point it out.

But here you were now a day later in your last class of the day watching as students began to pack away their things and calling it a day. You felt like you were going completely insane. You continued to think of course, but minutes into thinking, your subconscious decided to holler to you about how you looked while thinking too hard. So, obviously you’d try to think about not making that constipated face, but you found yourself thinking too hard about it and probably figured you were making that damn face. Now you weren’t sure whether to thank Peter for telling you about this or punching him in the face.

All of this led you to having a pissed off look on your face which made people not want to come within a 5 feet radius of you. Even your friends pointed out that you looked more pissed than usual and—wait a minute. ‘More pissed than usual’? What the hell was that supposed to mean?

The bell rang and you practically dragged yourself out as you felt yet another headache coming from overthinking everything. It wasn’t until you walked out into the shining sun that you looked up from your feet. You were a bit surprised to see Peter standing there awkwardly, staring at every passing face that came out of the front of the school. You slowed your pace and forced people to move around you. For some reason you were hoping he was waiting for you. Why? To be honest you didn’t even know.

He continued to stand there, finally laying his eyes on you when most of the students had already left. You could have sworn that his eyes lit up, but then again it was a sunny day and there was no need for you to get excited over that. You stared back at him, eyes studying him as you got closer. What was his problem? If he was waiting for you or for someone else, it didn’t matter by now because it looked like he was struggling with deciding whether to walk towards you or to turn around and flee.

You smirked to yourself. Look who had the poop face now, eh? To save yourself the mistake and awkwardness you began to steer yourself away from him because you still wanted to kind of bash his face in.

You kept looking straight on and passed him, trying not to look at him from the corner of your eye. But of course, you couldn’t help yourself, so you just took a small peek. He was quickly shuffling towards you and extended his hand to tap you on the shoulder.

“(Name)!” he called out. “Wait!”

You turned around to look at him, eyes narrowing automatically. “Oh, hey, Peter.” You answered, your lips pursing as he furrowed his bushy eyebrows. You couldn’t help, but think that that look on his face made him look like an adorable little kid.

“Hi, I wanted to talk to you… About last time. With the, uh,” he paused and a sour look came on his face as he tried to word what he was thinking. “About what I said.”

You waited for him to continue, but he was waiting for you to say something. Oh, wait. He wanted to know if you hated him or not, right?

“Oh, right. My pooping face.” You chuckled at the way he immediately looked away when you said that. “Yeah, well, thanks for that. I have to go to therapy now because you wounded what little self-esteem I had. But don’t worry, I won’t send a hit-man after you.”

He seemed to become relief even after you said all of that, which made you a little happy to think that he got your kind of humor. You both shared a few seconds of smiling at each other and you were pleased to hear him laugh to break the silence.

“Well, great. It’s Friday, so I was wondering if you had any plans?” The smile on his face turned a bit timid after that and you had a guess as to why that was.

Here you were, standing outside of Midtown High School getting asked out by a guy. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WENT ON A DATE? …HAVE YOU EVER EVEN GONE ON A DATE? You were trying to hide your extreme excitement, but that only caused you to stay quiet with your lips in a straight line as you kept yourself from exploding. You were 100% sure that the look of constipation came back.

‘Be cool. Be cool. Say yes and be cool. Oh, god was he always this cute?’ kept repeating itself in your head over and over again as you stared at Peter. Was this what it felt like getting a crush? You hadn’t had a crush on a guy that went to the same school as you since forever especially now that they all consisted of famous men twice your age. (Take Iron Man AKA Tony Stark for example.)

“(Name)?” he said slowly, his milky brown eyes staring at you as if you were about to pass out, which by the way wouldn’t be a surprise even to you by now. “Hey, uh, you don’t have to say yes, but if you do decide to go with me, it will be a great boost for my ego if you say yes.” He looked to be joking, but you had a feeling there was some brutal honesty behind those words.

You finally got a hold of yourself and cleared your throat. You stood up straight to make yourself look more presentable and sane as you tried answering him in a calm tone.

“Sure, Pete. Let’s go on that date.” Shit. Damn.

“Date?” he didn’t look surprised or ready to make himself clear that it wasn’t a date, instead he just got this goofy grin on his face that made you want to punch yourself now because you probably made yourself look stupid once again in front of him.

“Uuuuuhhhhh,” you began, your face burning up. WERE YOU BLUSHING? YOU DO NOT BLUSH. ESPECIALLY NOT BECAUSE A STUPID, CUTE BOY WAS THE CAUSE OF IT. OH, GOD.

“Yeah, ok. Let’s go.” He said.

What was that? Did he sound more confident now? What the hell is even happening?

You watched as he began walking away first, expecting you to catch up. You watched his back for a bit before realizing in slight horror that you might be starting to like this nerdy guy who happened to say you look constipated. …Boy, you were never gonna let that go.