“i’m sorry”

“dude, you sure you’re good?” ned whispered to him right as the bell rang to signal the end of the period. “you’ve been staring at Y/N forever, dude, it’s like you got blasted with some major heart eyes.”

you were already packed up, swinging your backup over your shoulder and laughing with your friend as the two of you walked out. peter couldn’t stand it, couldn’t stand being so far away from you, to not be within a few feet of you—

“yeah, um—ned, i’ll see you later, i just forgot i’ve got something to do!”

ned called out, “peter, we have class—!” but he was already rushing out the door of the classroom and into the hallway.

for a frenzied song he didn’t know where you’d gone; he’d never really paid any attention to your class schedule outside of the classes you shared together and he knew you weren’t in his next class. but then it was like he caught a whiff of your scent, tugging at him from the left side of the hall and then he spotted you between the straggling students making their ways to their classes.

by the time he caught up to you, he could see you crouched by the bottom of your locker, picking a different textbook than the one you’d had for the previous class and shoving that one into its place. there weren’t many people left in the hallway, most already gone to class in the few minutes left. he really tried to hold it back as you softly shut your locker and started to turn around, but he couldn’t hold it back any longer.

he put his hands up and rested his palms on the cold lockers, startling you enough to make a small sound—which was the most adorable thing he’d ever heard—and you flinched back slightly until you were almost pressed against the lockers. peter had caged you between his arms, your wide eyes staring back at him as he bit the inside of his cheek and tried not to completely smother you.

“peter!” you exclaimed, breathless. “you scared me!”

“sorry, i didn’t mean to—to scare you,” he said, smiling sheepishly. with you so close, his mind was starting to get hazy. he couldn’t concentrate on forming any other words to reassure you, the scent of you driving him crazy.

“are you—are you okay?” you asked, but peter was already too far gone to pay any attention. “did you n—need anything? peter—!”

he stopped listening and leaned into you fully, burying his face into your hair the way he wanted to do since you’d first entered the classroom. it intoxicated him, your scent; it was strongest by your throat and his face automatically gravitated toward the crook of your neck, and he was breathing in heavily, white noise playing in his ears.

your palms were resting on his chest, but not pushing him away. you were pressed against the lockers, your just centimeters away from his, each heavy breath from the both of you making them brush against each other. peter’s hands moved away from the lockers and dragged over to your body, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you flush against his body. he parted his lips and felt you shudder in his arms when his breath caressed the skin of your throat—

“—mr parker! what do you think you’re doing, the both of you?”

the two of you sprung apart at the shrill voice of your teacher, who was making her way over quickly. peter stumbled on his feet for a second, the smell of you still wafting through his body and intoxicating him. he glanced over at you and saw you looking down, biting your lip harshly.

he didn’t hear a single word your teacher said, eyes focused completely on you while she reprimanded the two of you, and just waiting for another opportunity to get you as close as possible.