Hey yalls! Hopefully this is a good chapter!! I'm changing a few things up canon wise, but that was (hopefully) to be expected.

Peter quietly slipped in through his bedroom window, doing his best to not make any noise so he didn't wake up his aunt and uncle.

He'd gotten a job a few months back, working the night shift at a seven eleven in Manhattan. His aunt and uncle didn't know he'd gotten a job, since he'd been doing his best to keep it a secret. They were vehemently against him getting a job, wanting him to focus on his schoolwork and not worry about money. He did though, he knew that his aunt was struggling to hold a job, and his uncles salary wasn't all that good. Peter knew that money was an issue, and couldn't help feeling guilty since a large chunk of what wasn't taken by bills and rent was put towards getting more food for him. He needed more food than most if not all humans did due to what he was, and his aunt and uncle had made it very clear that they weren't going to feed him less just because of money and that there was no reason for him to feel guilty.

But he did feel guilty though, so he got a job. He'd put the money in places he knew they would find it, be it mays purse, the kitchen drawer, or straight into their wallets. It wasn't much since he didn't get paid much, but it made him feel a little less guilty.

He curled up in his hammock, wrapping his arms around a portion of his blanket that he'd balled up, and couldn't stop the sleepy chitter that escaped his throat as he buried his face into the soft material. He'd been working hard for a long to time repress his spider-ness. Weird sounds, weird habits, or weird anything wasn't allowed. Of course, he could get away with it at home, since his aunt and uncle didn't mind, but he had to be extra careful at school and in public.

Sleep took him quickly and quietly, but he was ripped away from his comfortable slumber after what felt like only seconds by his alarm clock screeching on the bedside (hammock-side) table. He'd managed to get a rough two hours of sleep, and he would have gotten more if he hadn't decided to take the long rout the night before.
Of course, he would have had next to no sleep if he'd walked or taken the bus, but since it was dark he thought it'd be okay to at least use his abilities to get home faster, since there wasn't any traffic on the rooftops and he was pretty fast when he actually tried and used his webs. Lucky he didn't have a shift tonight, so he'd get more sleep.

He rolled out of his hammock and onto his feet with a soft grunt, and made his way to the bathroom while rubbing his eyes to try and wake himself up.

He showered and brushed his teeth before getting changed into a pair of jeans and a loose green t-shirt, pulling his socks on shoes on as well before heading down stairs.

"Good morning peter." His aunt said with a smile. "You have a fresh smoothie in the fridge." She added.

"Thanks May," He said with a small yawn and a smile.

He went and got his smoothie, which was vanilla yogurt blended with blackberries.

"Stay up doing homework again?" His uncle Ben asked from where he sat at the kitchen table with a coffee.

"Yup, we were given a large load this week." Peter lied as he grabbed a few more of his smoothies and stuffed them into his backpack that he'd snatched off its hook on the hall.

"I'll never understand how that school expects you students to do well in class when they give you so much work to do at home." His aunt said as she passed a plate of toast to her husband.

"Eh, you get used to it after awhile," peter said with a shrug, "some weeks just have more than usual."

"That's true," His uncle said with a nod, "but you should hurry up and get going or you're going to be late." He added, leaving out the 'again' that was implied.

"I know," peter said as he slung his bag over his shoulder and walked towards the door, where his skateboard was propped up against the wall. "I'll see you guys later tonight."

"Have a good day peter." His aunt called, and he gave her a wave before stepping out and closing the door.

He went to the sidewalk and began to skate his way to school, cruising down the street at a semi-leisure pace. He still had thirty minutes till first bell and it only took twenty minutes to get there by board and then another five for him to sort out his stuff in his locker.

The streets slowly became more crowded the closer he go to school, since it was deeper in town than his house was, and he eventually had to start skating in the bike lane since the sidewalks were too crowded.

He quickly made his way up the steps when he got to school, and speed-walked though the halls to his locker in the back of the building. He put his bag and skateboard inside the locker, but grabbed his supplies for first period along with the blackberry smoothie he hadn't finished yet.

He felt a small tickle on the nape his neck, and heard the soft pats of someone's shoes on the beige linoleum. "Hey, can you help me?" Someone asked from behind him.

He turned and saw a girl with long dark brown hair and dark skin the color of almonds. She was wearing a pale green tank top and a pair of dark brown leggings.

"Uh, sure? What do you need help with?" He asked with a raised brow.

"I can't get my locker open," she said, jabbing her thumb towards a group of lockers farther down the hall. "I'm new and I can't quite get it yet." She admitted.

"Oh, I can try." Peter said, following her as she lead him to her locker. "Don't know if I'll be able to though." He added.

"You have a better shot than me," She said, as she held or a small slip of paper. "Here's the code."

It took a few tries, but peter eventually got the locker open for her, and showed her a few times how to open it herself.

"Thanks," She said as she put her backpack inside and grabbed a few notebooks. "Mind telling me where room 117 is?" She asked, "it's my first."

"Oh, that's my first as well," peter said, giving her a small smile, "I'll take you."

"Thanks," She said, "mind if we go pick up a few of my friends? They transferred with me and we have similar schedules." She said.

"Sure I guess, do you know where they are?" He asked.

"Probably near the front office," she said with a shrug, "if not I'll probably spot them in the halls."

"Alrighty then, keep an eye out I suppose." He said. "My names peter by the way." He added.

"Ava," she said, giving him a smile as they began their walk out of the hallway of lockers, "nice to meet you."

It didn't take long for her to spot her friends, the three of them grouped together by some lockers near the front office like she said they'd be.

There was Luke, a tall muscular guy dressed in a black t-shirt with a tan hoodie and dark jeans. He had short black hair and dark skin the color of cocoa powder; Danny, who was dressed in a teal t-shirt and a pair of tan shorts. He wasn't as tall as Luke but had pale skin and blonde hair that went to his jawline; and Sam, who was wearing a blue t-shirt over a white long sleeve, and a pair of gray jeans. He was shorter than Danny and barely shorter than peter, and his skin was coppery and his hair was short, black and spiky.

After a few short introductions and Ava explaining that peter was taking them to class, he managed to lead them through the halls to classroom 117, literature. The four had asked him a couple questions along the way, like what their sports teams were like, where the bathrooms where, And class rules and such. He didn't mind answering their questions though, but he did get a wee bit irked when the shorter guy, Sam, had asked where the hot people hanged. Peter just shrugged, and said 'not where I do, you'd have to ask my friend Harry.' That lead to a couple more questions, which were thankfully left unanswered as they entered the classroom just as the bell rang.

"Well at least you have a good excuse for almost being late again, Mr.Parker." Their literature teacher, Mrs.Reynolds, said with a small sigh.

Peter gave her a sheepish smile. "Sorry." He said.

"It's fine, just take your seat." She said as she stood up, and gestured for the four new students to come to the front of the room.

She told them to introduce themselves to the class before assigning them to the last few open seats in the room. The only one close to Peter was Luke, who sat a few seats down from him.

The lesson quickly started with their teacher asking them to pull out a sheet of paper and to copy down the sentence she'd written on the board, but to fix the spelling, grammar, and punctuation errors she'd purposefully made instead of copying it down exactly.

The classroom was filled with the dull lull of chatter and pencils scratching paper for roughly five minutes before she called them all back and asked them to raise their hands and tell her a mistake they found.

"The 'c' in Carla should be capitalized."

"It's should be 'a' not 'an'."

"The 'P' and 'M' in PetsMart should be capitalized."

"There should be a comma after PetsMart and a comma after wanted."

"It should be 'there' and not 'their'."

"It should be 'puppies' not 'puppy's'."

"There should be a period at the end."

The teacher went along fixing each error the students gave her when she called on them, pleased that they'd been able to find the errors.

"Now who can tell me what word in here is a noun?"

The class went on, with her having them identify if words were nouns, pronouns, adjectives, determiners, verbs, adverbs, prepositions, conjunctions, and interjections, and to see if there even were any prepositions, conjunctions, and interjections, throwing in a couple of tricks to try and make them give the wrong answer.

After that was done they went about going over words for the upcoming vocabulary test, along with the test on the latest chapter of their assigned book, 'The Great Gatsby'.

The class eventually finished and they were sent off to their second periods, which Peter found he shared with Luke and Danny. He also shared his third period with Sam.

By the time lunch rolled around peter was hungry and ready to sit off in his corner of the courtyard with his smoothie and notebook. Harry was busy with some of his teammates, like he usually was, and wasn't going to join him today.

"Mind if we sit with you?" Peter looked up and saw Luke, Danny, Ava and Sam  standing in front of him, each of them holding trays from the cafeteria.

"Uh, sure?" He said, not really knowing why they wanted to sit with him. They were already friends, so why'd they want to sit with him?

"Thanks." Ava said as she plopped down onto the ground a foot away from him and began to pick at her soggy salad.

The other three quickly sat down as well, and each of them began to eat as they started up a bit of chatter.

"Thanks for helping out this morning Peter," Ava said as she stabbed an under-ripe cherry tomato with her fork. "We appreciate it."

"Um, it's no problem? Almost anyone else would have help." He said with a shrug as he took a sip of his smoothie. It was one of the healthier ones, with spinach, cucumber and apples. He was saving his sweeter ones for later.

"Still, it was appreciated." Danny said before taking a bite of his apple.

"What classes do you guys have next? Sam and I have PE." Luke said.

"Algebra." Ava said as she took a sip of some sports drink.

"Chemistry,"  Danny said.

"I have Chemistry as well." Peter said.

"Any of you guys have physics fourth?" Luke asked.

"I do." Peter said. "And I have Spanish for fifth."

"Same." Ava said as she picked up a fresh looking carrot that made a satisfying crunch.

They continued to chatter about random things, mostly classes, for the rest of lunch, before they were interrupted.

"Sup Pete." A guy with warm light brown hair said. He had opened the window that looked into the courtyard just above peters head.

"Hey Harry," Peter said as he tilted his head back to look at him. "Finish your fun sporty gathering?"

"Don't know if I'd call a meeting for our next game a 'fun sporty gathering' but yes I have," the guy, Harry, said with a shrug. "Gunna have to miss our trip to the park after school today though." He added.

"What a shame." Peter said with a playful tsk before he went to take another sip of his smoothie. He wasn't that surprised, since Harry had to cancel their plans often for either sports or stuff with his dad, but peter didn't really mind.

Harry seemed to notice the four other people sitting there now, and raised an eyebrow.

"Never seen you guys before."

"We're new," Ava said, "peter helped us out today."

"Petey, are you making friends? May is going to be so proud." Harry teased as he smirked down at him.

"I'm sure she'll be ecstatic." Peter said dismissively as he wrote something down in his notebook.

"Bet she's gunna make her casserole."

"I hope not." Casserole smoothies were disgusting -not that harry knew he ate them as a smoothie.

Harry laughed, shaking his head. "Fair," He said. "But, anyway, I gotta bounce Pete, bells gunna ring any minute and my classroom's all the way across the school."

"But the teacher loves you and wouldn't dare to tarnish your perfect record by marking you late, so you don't have to rush." peter teased, "I on the other hand, am going to be murdered by Mr.Warren if I'm not in my seat the time the bell rings, whether or not he likes me as a student."

"You make a fair point," Harry said, "but that seems to be a you problem." He said with a chuckle, "bye Pete."

"Bye Harry." Harry then closed the window and walked away, presumably towards his classroom.

"Friend of yours?" Sam asked.

"Hm? Oh yeah, Harry and I go way back." Peter said as he quickly drank the rest of his smoothie. "But I wasn't kidding on that I'm going to be murdered if I'm late," He said as she stood up, "so I'd better go."

"You late to all your classes? Mrs.Reynolds seems to have gotten used to you being late." Luke asked as the rest of them also stood, probably planing to put their trays and trash away.

"I have a poor sense of timing when it comes to stuff like classes," peter said with a shrug, "and some teachers are picky and particular and just don't like me."

"Maybe you should get a watch." Ava suggested as the group made their way inside.

"Tried it," peter said as he stuffed the empty cup into his bag, "ended up being five minutes slow and my uncle tried to reset it and managed to break it."

"Impressive." Luke said as he dumped his garbage in the trash.

"I mean, he is a baker at Coney Island," peter said with a shrug, "so not much experience with watch mechanics." He left out the fact that he could have easily fixed the watch himself, but just didn't really want to.

"Fair point."

The five of them split ways after that, with Peter and Danny heading off to chemistry -which they were luckily not late for.

The rest of the day went smoothly. He and Luke had been assigned as desk-buddies in their fourth period, and Ava sat in front of him in fifth.

He helped Ava with her locker again, since it seemed to have gotten stuck after they got it unlocked, before waving goodbye to the four of them and heading home, cruising down the street on his skateboard.

His aunt was a bit surprised when he got home, since she'd been expecting him to be at the park with Harry, but quickly set him to work on cleaning the kitchen so they could make dinner easily later that night when his uncle got home.

He went to bed content that night. Dinner was great, he'd finished his homework, and he didn't have a shift so he could sleep the whole night. Today had been a good day.

And ta-da
Another chapter.
The next one should be out soon!
Also!!!
I'm thinking about adding a ship to this, is there a particular ship yalls would want to see? I'm thinking about making Peter Bi regardless, but still. Any suggestions?

I hope you liked this chapter!!!
Bye!