tutoring sessions — peter parker (part two)
read part one: here
prompt: continuing your tutoring sessions with peter, you convince your mother to let him come over and help you out with algorithms at your house, with days left until your makeup exam
warnings: more fluff tbh, some curse words, use of the word “stupid”
notes: thank you for the amount of notes on part one! i really appreciate it. and to those people who requested requested this: @theperksofbeingyourmum, @captainveromendes, @legendarydazekitten, @fridgeisle, @tiny-friggin-human
“Hey, are you feeling okay?”
Peter turned his head, his right arm sore and surely bruised, and his entire back aching. He was healing—that much he could feel, and he felt a lot less like the Hell he did a few days ago after stopping some guy from shooting down a bank—but he still felt like he was dying right now, and he hadn’t been focused at all.
“Yeah,” he lied, “I’m fine. Just tired. Aunt May’s been making me do some extra chores.”
The two of you had been sitting on the floor of your living room, working on some practice tests to prepare you for the real deal that was quickly approaching. This had been one of the many meetings you’ve had during the week, but this was the first that had taken place out of school and actually in your home.
You could tell Peter was nervous, his leg bouncing and his fingernails constantly drumming against the wood of your coffee table, and you didn’t know what to do to make him calm down. He had been like this for about forty-five minutes and he barely talked unless it was to explain something or you, yourself, tried to make causal conversation—like the small, playful banter you two had during the first tutoring session.
The both of you had talked more during school and gotten to know each other better, and the sight of him looking as uncomfortable as ever made you frown. You were really beginning to wonder why on earth MJ had even thought to pair you up together, especially considering how miserable he looked.
He had seemed somewhat joyful when this whole thing had started, and you bit your lip at the thought that he was only trying to be polite. You knew that he was the type of person to do that, after all, and he wouldn’t want to hurt your feelings by refusing so it could’ve been likely that he was only doing this in order to spare you getting offended.
You sighed to yourself.
You finished the last equation on your third practice quiz and listened to the scratching of your pencil.
Peter had taken a strange easiness in simply shutting up and watching over your shoulder as you did things and the fact that he analyzed you—well, maybe he wasn’t just checking out the work—so closely made you very aware of him; and without a doubt it made you five times more anxious. You solved the problem and backed up, accidentally bumping into his chest and he let out a gruntled sort of sound.
“What happened? Did I elbow you or something?” You looked up at him and glanced at his pained expression.
Peter shook his head, but he knew it wasn’t fooling you. “No, it’s—it wasn’t you, don’t worry. I just got really sore from, uh…gym!”
You raised a brow. Really? That was his lie. If you hadn’t been so worried about him, you could’ve laughed. “Peter, you know MJ told me how terrible of a liar you are.”
“Hey, I wouldn’t say I’m that bad of a liar, you know,” He starts defensively, and you cross your arms and pretend like you believe him when suddenly he pauses. “Wait, you guys talk about me?”
Peter rolls his eyes at himself and clenches his jaw, shaking his head as he takes a moment to go: Wow, you gigantic spaz. Nice going. He wants to hurl himself out of your house’s nearest window (to be honest, he knew he wouldn’t get hurt anyways, if he really tried) because oh my God, why did he say that?
It was official. You were never going to talk to him after you take your test and finish it—and let’s face it, you were going to pass, he had the utmost confidence in you (but then again, when did he not?)—and he would lose any slim, one-in-a-million-chances he had with you.
Seriously, it would be so much easier to talk to you in a mask. Karen would be great at advice right about now.
Then, he sees you blushing—and it’s quite literally one of the most adorable things he has ever seen beside a cute dog video Ned had showed him once. He’s staring at you—wait, sorry, admiring, and you don’t mind it. Sure, your heart is racing like it’s trying to win first place and your palms are beginning to sweat, but it’s fine. He knows that by now, he should break eye contact, but he doesn’t want to. You’re looking insanely beautiful, and he knew that though he had only been around for a short amount of fifteen years, he’d never seen beauty like yours before.
He doesn’t think he ever will again.
Dude, shut up, he tells himself, wanting slap himself across the face; no, wait—say something, say it out loud. Be cool, be witty, be—
You chuckle. “Wow, straightforward. I’m still not letting go of that terrible liar thing, just so you know. Okay, so I finished this last problem. Please tell me it’s right, or my brain will melt. Plus, if it isn’t right, my dad will think the two of us haven’t been doing anything important, which isn’t true and…and I’m going to stop talking right now.”
Peter leans over hesistently and you slouch backwards into the bottom of your couch, breath hitching in your throat. He’s holding your pencil, scanning the problem for any mistakes and he purses his lips.
“Well, it looks pretty good. But you kind of messed up here,” he points to what he’s talking about on your paper and you watch carefully as he erases some things. “You forgot to cancel and terminate this—easy mistake, I do it a lot—and it messed everything and you got the wrong solution.”
“Well, I’m going to fail and I’m going to have to go to summer school,” You lament and you turn around to make sure your parents are still in the kitchen to say, “I don’t know how I even got into an advanced math class.”
You wanted to groan. You had numerous AP classes and a high GPA to keep and you could lose them just by your own silly mistakes. You turn your head when Peter places his hand unsurely on your knee, trying to comfort you.
“No, you got this. You completely got this. I, one hundred percent, believe in you. You’re going to get a great grade on your exam and it’s going to be awesome. We’ve got, like, what? One more study session? That’s all you need to pass this,” Peter begins to ramble, but you smile at him and his heart practically gives out. You bite your lip to hold back another huge grin that’s screaming to be shown as you realize something.
This is why MJ paired you guys together.
And you don’t know why, but for some reason your mind can’t think straight and you feel so warm and—and you’re suddenly hyperfixated on the fact that his hand has yet to leave your knee.
extra note: i’m thinking of writing a part three and four of this, but only if it’s requested enough! thank you for reading.