*slides onto stage and grabs at microphone stand, knocks it over and falls down into the orchestra pit*
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1
The Jocks

Peter's brain was refusing to function. After having arrived late from patrol the night before, the spider had hurried to complete his homework before collapsing into sleep at his desk, leaving May to carry his light frame to the bed.

Unfortunately, this meant that his brain was currently swimming through honey.

And they had the Beep Test.

The class lined up on the 20 meter line, rolling their eyes and sighing internally about the tedious task they had been assigned.

"The test starts in 20 seconds."

Peter shook himself to stop himself from coapsing on the floor.

"Wait for the beep and make sure that your foot goes on or over the 20 meter line."

He looked at the ceiling, stifling a yawn.

"The testbegins in five, four, three, two, one..."

Everyone waited, energy coiled like a painter waiting to pounce, listening for the the beep

Beep. "Start level one, one."

Peter, still in his trance started jogging to the far line. He kept up the pace, increasing his speed a little with each level. He didn't register people beginning to drop out at level four. Or MJ panting as she stepped out on level six. He didn't even realise that the class had grown quiet. All that he knew was the beep, the line and the constant, rhythmic pounding of his feet against the wooden floor.

He only looked up when the beeping stopped.

No one spoke.

"Peter Parker, level 20." The teacher scribbled down the boys score on the clipboard, clearly in shock.

Peter was also in shock.

He had just beaten the test.

And he was a nerd.

His head started spinning and the world tilted sideways sharply as his head made contact with the ground.

He could faintly hear people calling his name, but all he wanted was to sleep. Sleep was good.

 
When he woke up, he was in the sick bay.

"Peter! It's good to see you're awake!" The school nurse smiled warmly at him. "You're very tired. You collapsed with lack of sleep after using all your energy in the test."

"Oh." He blinked, dazed.

"Where is he?" A jock who Peter recognised as Adam busrt into the room. "Oh my goodness Peter I heard what you did and I was wondering if you wanted to join the football team?"

"Say what now?"

"Please Adam, he's joining baseball." The captain of the baseball team, Sam, elbowed his way past. "Right, Peter?"

His response was a groan as Peter pulled the blankets over his head.

"I just need sleep. And my maths work. That's all I want."

The sport captains shared a confused look and left ad the nurse ushered them out of the room.

Peter was one weird kid.

2
The Musicians

"My life has ended!" Cindy stated dramatically as she walked into the decathlon practise, violin case in hand.

"What's up?"

"I have a competition this afternoon and I forgot my tuner! I don't have perfect pitch! And my pegs keep on slipping! Does anyone have a tuner!"

MJ quirked and eyebrow at Peter, who shrugged.

Cindy groaned and collapsed to the ground in a pit of despair.

"Its just a stupid music competition. Stop over reacting." Flash jumped as Cindy sat up sharply, eyes wild.

"Just a music competition? You do know who you're talking to right now? Music is my life! And I've spent hours practising! Like, 40 hours a day! I  c a n ' t  f a i  l ,  o k a y ! ?"

Flash nodded, honestly scared for his wellbeing.

Abe tried to assist with the tuning, but it didn't go well. Cindy's violin was still out of tune and pegs were still slipping.

"Maybe... I could try?"

Everyone turned to a beet-red Parker.

"You?"

Peter shrugged. "I'll be careful?"

Cindy rolled her eyes but handed her instrument to him. "Don't you dare break it or else you can pay me $400."

Peter nodded and gently pluck k ed the d string. Tilting his ear to the wood and twisting the pegs lightly, managed to hit it roughly to a d. Pressing the peg in, he switched to the fine-tuners, nailing the d perfectly. Doing the same to the other strings, he handed the instrument to Cindy. "Try it now."

Her mouth was open large enough to fit an apple in.

"Wh-ha-m-how?" She spluttered.

"I have... good hearing?"

"Jealous." She played a little scale before putting her instrument away and sitting down. "We are not done here."

   
Which is how Peter found himself being dragged to the music rooms next lunchtime.

"Meet the newest addition!" Cindy presented him to the other kids in the room.

"Isn't that the kid who smashed the Beep Test?"

"I heard he was a nerd."

"Do you have any musical history?"

"N-no."

"But he has perfect pitch."

The room froze for a split second before erupting into chaos. Manuscript flew into the air, along with pencils and some rosin, someone nearly threw a viola before someone stopped them, then promptly threw it themselves.

"I'm just going to..." Peter jerked his thumb to the door behind him.

"No you are staying and teaching us your ways. How long have you had perfect pitch?"

"Did you ever play an instrument?"

"Can you play Paganiniana?"

"Uh-"

"What type of music do you like?"

"Can you please join the orchestra so I can consider dating you?"

Oh my gosh.

3
The Dancers and Gymnasts

Peter had a problem. He was now high up in three different groups. And everyone in the school knew. The jocks were still trying to coax him into joining track teams and all sort of sporting activities which Peter frankly didn't have time for. The musicians were more scary and chaotic, threatening him to endure hours of Pachabel's Canon if he didn't at least join the choir. And now the nerd were slightly scared of him now that they knew just how capable he was.

So Peter was dreading his next sport class.

They were doing gymnastics.

How fun.

And of course the had to begin with stretching.

And of course, the teacher just had to come and push down on his back while he was in butterfly, and of course he just had to forget that he was incredibly light and flexible.

Which was how the teacher ended up jumping back when they accidentally pushed Peter down so low that his belly was flat against his legs.

"Oh my gosh!"

"Please do not tell me that you are insanely flexible as well as being fast and perfect pitch."

Peter stayed silent at the teacher's remark, because the answer was quite obvious.

"Oh my gosh Peter, can you do the splits?"

The boy hesitated, then nodded extremely slowly.

"Well go on then!"

The only person who did not shriek or gasp was MJ, who merely blinked at her boyfriend, knowing exactly why he was so elasticy.

They spent the rest of The lesson working on rolls. Of course Peter's sleep-deprived brain thought that he had to do a flip.

Apparently not.

And apparently not everyone can do a standing backflip.

"Duuuuuuuuuuuude."

"How the flip is he so talented?"

"Can you do a pirouette?" A girl with her golden brown hair pulled up in a bun sat up excitedly.

"Olive, he did a flip, not a turn." He curly-haired friend next to her poked her.

"But Mauve. Pirouettes."

Peter shrugged and plied into fourth position, then pushed off his back foot, nailing the tripple and landing in a strong lunge, arms extending in an oblique line.

Olive, Mauve and the rest of the class picked their jaws off the floor.

"What the literal heck."ly

"You are coming to dance tomorrow. I will make you." Mauve looked at Peter, scaring him with the look in her eyes.

"O-okay."

"NAT!"

"What's up, baby spider?"

Peter slid into the room, panting. "I need your help."

The woman perked up instantly.

"You seriously invited a nerd?" Louise asked mauve the next morning.

"He's good. like, crazy good."

The girls turned to the sound of Peter walking in, awkwardness radiating off him. "Uh, hi."

So, Peter Parker basically became the most talented kid in the school. What was next, he could cook?

"Maybe?"

STOP BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL PARKER!

"Evie, get out of the orchestra and go to bed."

NEVAAAAAAAAAAR!