It was the first day of junior year and Jake was not excited. He lived in Georgia with his parents and little sister, Hannah, who was going into third grade. Every time when he started school the next level of teachers would question his last name, Holland. When he told them that yes, he was the son of Tom and Emma Holland, all the kids in his class would question him about his home life. Asking what it was like being the son of a celebrity and after about fourth grade the girls kept asking if they could meet him. He loved his parents to death, his dad would always go out to play football with him, even though he had to help teach him the rules. Tom also was the one who taught him how to dance, another passion of his. He also loved just hanging out with him and often let him go on the movie sets with him which was pretty cool, especially for the Marvel movies, his mom often showed him pictures from when he was a toddler on the Spider-Man: No Way Home set. His mom was awesome, she would always pick him up from school and she was super easy to talk to. He also loved cooking, like his Uncle Sam, and Emma would cook with him all of the time. The only bad thing about being Tom Holland's son was how often his dad was away, he could go to the sets with him if he wanted to, but he sometimes had football games or important tests that he just couldn't miss, but he would always be sure to be home on special occasions like Christmas or birthdays. 

Soon a little girl with dirty blonde hair and dark brown eyes slammed open his door, a huge smile plastered on her face.

"Jake!" she exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around him and squeezing him like a Boa Constrictor.

"Hannah!" he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"So, you ready for school?" she asked, obviously not catching on.

"I guess," he said as he glanced down at his outfit, some jeans and a red Nike tshirt.

"Look at my outfit," she squealed and he smirked as he looked down. She has a pink and white dress on with a white headband and pink sneakers. 

"Very nice," he laughed. Even though she was annoying, he couldn't deny that she was a pretty great sister. With one last sigh he reached down and grabbed his backpack from his desk and slung it over his shoulder. He walked out of his room and padded over to the kitchen where his mom was finishing packing their lunches.

"Good morning, sweeties," Emma said with a smile as she leaned down to kiss the top of their heads.

"Hey, Mom," Jake replied, grabbing his lunchbox, a navy blue box with grey trim, from the counter as Hannah jumped up on their mom, wrapping her legs around her.

"Mommy!" she called out as she stumbled back, placing her hand on the counter to stabilize herself with a laugh.

"Woah, honey. I'm just you're mom, not Superman."

"Or Spider-Man like Daddy, right?"

"Right," she laughed, "I'm not Spider-Man either. Anyways, Jake is leaving for school really soon. Do you want to get the bread out for your toast, Hannah Banana?"

"Ok," Hannah giggled and she dropped from her arms and walked over to the other side of the kitchen. 

"Bye Jake! Have a great day!" Emma called out and Jake waved goodbye to her as he raced out the door and down the street to the bus stop. The bus arrived with a screech of the tires as it stopped by the curb. Smiling, Jake raced up the steps and to the back of the bus where his friends, Mark and Evan, were waiting. Mark was pretty short and pale with dark brown, almost black, hair and emerald green eyes with a round face; he was a little on the plumper side, but not overly so. Evan was blonde with tan skin and a lot of freckles and hazel eyes. He was tall and skinny like a twig, as strong as one too. 

"Yo Jake!" Mark hooted as he reached his hand out and they slapped hands before sliding them back and doing a fancy handshake, his dad and Jacob's handshake to be exact. After his dad had taught it to him he had instantly made his friends learn it. 

"Mark, Evan," he laughed as he slid into the seat.

"You trying out for football again this year? You were an amazing Wide Receiver last year so you'll probably just get straight on the team," Evan says with a smirk.

Jake let out a low chuckle, "I don't know about that second part but I am gonna try out for the team again."

"That's my man," Mark exclaims, thumping him on the back with his hand.

"Ok, chill guys," Jake laughs, running his fingers through his light brown hair. He looked almost exactly like his father, the same chiseled jawline and fit body, but he had his mom's eyes. When they reach school he and his buddies walk up to the doors, but they're stopped by Mason, the line back of the football team, and his cronies.

"Hey, ballerina," Mason says mockingly, spinning in a circle.

"Leave me alone," Jake grumbles and he tries to walk through them, but he's shoved back.

"Where you think you're going, dancer boy?" Ever since they had found out he danced, they made fun of him. Nobody but Mark and Evan knew because he was too embarrassed to let anyone know, even his parents.

"I am going to class. Come on guys," he hisses as he grabs his friends and pulls them through the jerks and into the school. They say bye as they head to their homerooms and Jake sits down in his class, grabbing his algebra binder and pencil pouch out of his backpack and placing them on the desk. 

"Hi guys," his teacher says as he walks to the front of the room. "I'm Mr. Daniel and I'll be your algebra teacher this year. Before we start, it's time for attendance." Jake sighs as he goes through the list and finally gets to his name. "Jake Holland?"

"Here."

"Wait, are you Tom Holland's son?"

"Yeah," he replies as he puts his head down to face his desk. He feels the eyes of his classmates on him but he doesn't look up until Mr. Daniel continues with the roll. The classes slip by in a haze until he finally gets to lunch, which he thankfully has with his friends. They find a table together and sit down before opening their lunchboxes. Jake pulls out a PB&J, some Pringles, and some Coke. He pops open the can and takes a swig, setting the can down when he hears giggling behind him. A group of girls walk behind him twirling their hair, but he can't tell whether they're flirting or making fun of him so he just keeps eating, self consciously combing his hand through his hair. 

"So, what classes have you guys had so far," Mark asks as he bites into his ham and cheese.

"I've had pre-calc, theatre, science, and I'm in PE right now," Jake replies.

"I had APush homeroom then health, then science, then PE, and now algebra two," Evan mumbles through a bite of his grilled cheese.

"Cool, I'm in APush right now and I had PE homeroom, language arts second, then theatre third period."

"Did you guys have any classes with them?" Jake asks.

"I had some of them in health but they pretty much left me alone," Evan sighs with a shake of his blonde hair. 

"Well that's good. I just hope that they aren't in any of the rest of my classes," Jake replies with a shiver. They keep talking and lunch eventually ends and he heads back to PE, changing into the uniform before heading into the gym where they play some basketball. No matter how much he gets teased by the guys at school, no one can stop him when it comes to athletics, whether it's football or yes, dancing. Once they check the ball he dribbles it down the court, quickly spinning to dodge a guy from the other team and then shooting from half-court, the ball landing with a satisfying swish in the net. 

"Three pointer, nice job," the coach says as he flips the score. Jake smiles and races back to the ball which the other team got once it landed. They keep playing for the rest of PE and then he moves on through the rest of his classes, which thankfully neither Mason nor his friends are in. He heads back to the bus and rides home with his friends as they chat quietly about school and homework. When Jake gets home he quickly empties his lunchbox before heading to his room and sitting down at his desk and starting his homework. His room is painted a light blue. He has a white bed frame with navy blue sheets and white pillow cases, the desk is also white and so is his dresser and closet doors. After about an hour he finally finishes his homework and pushes his chair back with a sigh, raising his hands over his head and cracking his knuckles before pushing his chair in and leaving his room. He's greeted by the smell of homemade spaghetti sauce as he walks out to the kitchen to see his mom over the stove, her dirty blonde hair tied back into a messy bun.

"Hey, Mom. How was work?"

"Good, we just did some sing-a-longs today with common songs. I gave the little ones nursery songs and as I got up to the fifth graders I gave them more modern stuff, like what you listen to. The cool stuff." Jake snorts out a laugh before walking over beside her and grabbing the wooden spoon and taking a small sip.

"Pass the salt and basil." She smiles at him as she passes the spices and he adds them in, taking another small sip. "Perfect."

"So, how was school?" Emma asks as she dumps the drained noodles into a bowl and pours the finished sauce over them.

"Good. I don't have any classes with Mark or Evan but we have lunch together so that's nice."

"Sounds great sweetie," she replies as she kisses the top of his head then ruffles his hair. "Would you mind setting the table?"

"Not at all." He grabs the plates and makes the four spots with the forks and napkins. "When does Dad get home?"

"Soon. He left the set about half an hour ago and it's a half an hour-long drive so-" she's interrupted by the garage door opening with a loud creak. Tom walks in with his hand combing through his dark brown hair.

"Hey, Dad," Jake calls out with a huge grin on his face. "What movie are you filming again?"

"Oh right. It's the new Avengers movie."

"Cool! What's it about?"

"You know I can't tell you that."

"Fine, then tell us the name," Emma pleads, her blue eyes wide and begging.

"I can't, they haven't picked one yet," he chuckles.

"Fine," she sighs with a laugh. "Let's have some dinner. Hannah!" Hannah races out of her room and sits down at the table and they start eating. When they finish up, Jake heads back to his room and gets ready for bed. He brushes his teeth and changes into his pajamas, sweatpants with no shirt, and slides into his bed beneath the sheets, rolling over to turn off the lamp. As he goes to sleep, one thought rushes through his mind: why can't I just be me?