#discppointment

❝  oh, um...h-hey harry.  ❞

SHOCK TRICKLES DOWN    her spine. Ill-placed as it might seem over a hiatus to Europe, MJ stands with her rapidly cooling latte in hand and a feeling of unease that can’t be denied.    “    How long are you gonna be gone?    ”

       ❛    i  was  on  my  way  to  the  exit  when  i  saw  you.   really  glad  i  caught  you,  actually.   i  feel  like  we  haven’t  seen  each  other  in  forever.    ❜   a  fond  smile  stretches  over  her  features  as  she  looks  at  harry,  the  corner  of  her  eyes  crinkling  ever  so  slightly.   there  was  something  a  little  different  about  him;  she  just  couldn’t  tell  what.   ❛    i  heard  you’re  leaving  soon ?  for  europe ?  ❜

        ❛    lemme guess, you’re not so good at this whole interacting-with-your-peers thing, huh?    ❜ and a hand lifts to wave dismissively. ❛    it’s cool, me neither.    ❜

          Midtown High boasts about having the best and brightest, but that had never once stopped the students from being typical teenagers. Ever since the old Avengers Tower had been purchased by Oscorp, and news of Harry Osborn joining their school, gossip had spread like wildfire about the teen. Peter had heard everything from Harry being the one who was secretly running the company ( leaving Norman Osborn as his mastermind son’s puppet ) to him just being some robot that Norman had created in a lab. The most common, however, was that Norman Osborn had bought his son’s way into MSST---which was also probably one of the cruelist.

Peter’s eyes are downcast as he walks through the hallways, slinking carefully past the other students. His expression becomes stunned as he steps into the classroom. To right of his seat, the normally empty chair is taken by---oh. Harry Osborn. He’s staring, standing awkwardly in the doorway, listening to the sound of his heartbeat growing louder and wrapping his hands around the straps of his backpack. A body shoving past him pulls him out of his thoughts and he walks forward, a faint blush spreading across his face.

“ Hey---hi, uhm... ” He pauses, takes a breath and offers a smile to the brunet next to him before taking a seat. “ I---I’m Peter. Parker---Peter Parker. And, you’re Harry Osborn. Sorry---I’m sure people have been bugging you all day. I just... it is so cool to have you here. ”

❛ i never thought i'd say this. . . ❜ peter sighs, sitting back in his seat at one of the lab tables as he worked through one of the worksheets for their experiment. ❛ but right now, i hate chemistry. ❜