The one that stepped up | Peter Parker

The halls of Midtown School of Science and Technology were exactly how Y/n remembered them. Same dingy lockers. Same cluster of freshmen who hadn't learned the layout yet. Same gaggle of cheerleaders by the water fountain.

Flash Thompson

scoffs loudly from across the hall Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.

A few heads turned. Flash Thompson leaned against his locker, arms crossed, a smirk already in place.

Flash Thompson

Thought you dropped off the face of the earth, Y/l/n. Guess you just dropped off the cheerleading squad instead.

Other students were starting to stare now. Some whispered behind their hands. Someone near the far end of the hallway even pointed, mid-sentence, jaw hanging open.

Flash Thompson

eyes the baby, then back to her, smirk widening Oh. Oh. That's—that's yours? Damn. Who's the lucky guy? Or unlucky, I guess—

The bell rang. But nobody moved. They were all waiting for her answer. Flash's friends snickered behind him.