You were sitting in the library of your school, pouring over some formulas that made no sense at all. You see, you had opted to take chemistry this year. That was before you learned that you suck at it. You were on the verge of tearing out your hair when you heard a crash near the door of the library.

"Sorry Ms. Kent!" a voice yelled from the floor.

"Shh!" she replied rudely.

"Right..." the boy mumbled, picking his things up off the floor. You quickly went back to studying, until he interrupted again.

"Is it ok if I sit here?" he whispered. You looked up to meet his gaze and- whoa. This kid is cute.

"Uh... sure," you mumbled. He sat down and it was quiet for a few seconds.

"Chemistry, huh?" he asked.

"Yeah, this stuff makes no sense," you chuckled.

"Wait, I think we have the same chemistry class. Y/N, right?" he asked.

"Yeah, aren't you that kid that blew something up and made a stain on the ceiling tiles?" you grin. He blushes a deep red.

"That was my friend's fault, I swear," he defended.

"Sure, that's what they all say," you giggle. He blushes more and starts looking at the table. "Aw, lighten up, it's just a joke. What was your name again?"

"Peter Parker," he says, his blush vanishing.

"It's nice to formally meet you, Peter Parker," you reply, offering him your hand to shake. He takes it gingerly.

"It's nice to meet you too. Sorry if this seems weird, but I could maybe help you with your chemistry homework if you want?" he asks cautiously.

"That would be great!" you exclaimed.

"SHH!" Ms. Kent shushed.

"Oops," you giggled.

"We could go back to my place if you want? Wait, that sounded weird. We could do it in my room? Gah that was worse! Um-"

"Peter," you giggled. "We can study at your place, it's fine."

He lets out a sigh of relief. "Ok cool."
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When you entered the front door of his apartment, you were greeted with the smell of banana bread.

"I'm home Aunt May!" Peter yelled.

"Hey Pete! Before you do anything, I would really appreciate it if you would pick up your Star Wars boxers instead of leaving them all over your room, it's getting really-"

"Aunt May, please!" Peter interrupts her. She whips around to find you stifling a giggle.

"Pete, you didn't tell me you were bringing home a girl!" she smiled.

"I'm May Parker, what's your name?" she asks.

"Y/N Y/L/N," you replied.

"It's very nice to meet you Y/N," she grins, pulling you into a lighthearted hug.

"You as well," you say.

"Well kids, go do whatever you want. Leave the door open and no baby making!" she warns.

"Aunt May, I beg of you, please stop talking," Peter begs with his hands clasped together. You started laughing again as you followed him to his room.

"I'm so sorry about her, she's totally embarrassing," he lamented.

"It's fine Peter, really. Are you ready to start studying?" you asked.

"Sure."