Peter Parker sat in the back of the classroom, half-heartedly attempting to focus on the drone of his history teacher's voice. Mr. Jacobs was talking about the geography of the country again, as if the rivers and mountains weren't the same as last week. Peter's eyelids drooped, and he leaned slightly to the side, his head tilting ever so gently toward his desk, the temptation of a nap too strong to resist. He could feel the drowsiness creeping in like a slow tide, a warm, comforting pull that would have carried him into unconsciousness if not for one thing—his Spidey sense.

It hit him like a splash of cold water, jolting him awake. His heartbeat quickened, his senses sharpening in an instant. Peter snapped his head up, scanning the room in a blur, trying to pinpoint the cause. His eyes landed on the door, which had just creaked open.

A girl walked in.

She wasn't like anyone Peter had ever seen before. She had short, dark hair that framed her face perfectly, sharp but soft features that made her look effortlessly striking. But it wasn't just her looks that had Peter's attention—it was the feeling in the air, that tingling sensation crawling up his spine.

Her eyes. They were intense, dark, and flashed with something almost... unnatural. When they met his, Peter's Spidey sense flared, not with the usual threat of danger, but with something deeper—something more unsettling.

The girl paused for a moment as the class shifted in their seats. A few whispers passed between students, but her eyes never left Peter's. For a brief second, the world felt like it froze. Something about her presence felt... otherworldly, as if the room itself was reacting to her arrival.

The teacher, oblivious to the tension in the air, smiled warmly. "Ah, yes, class," Mr. Jacobs said with a slight nod. "This is Ms. Y/N L/N, your new classmate. She's just transferred here, so be nice to her now."

Y/N's gaze flickered, but it wasn't just to acknowledge Mr. Jacobs—it was a subtle, deliberate movement. Her lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. As if she understood something about Peter that no one else did. Something in the air felt charged, but it was more than just the usual tension of a new student. There was a quiet power about her, the kind that made Peter's heart race faster, as if he had stumbled upon something he wasn't meant to discover.

She moved gracefully to an empty seat in the front, her eyes never fully leaving Peter as she settled in. The air around them seemed to hum with a quiet intensity, and Peter couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't just an ordinary classmate. There was something off, something that didn't quite sit right.

But for now, he would have to play it cool.

His Spidey sense told him that whatever was going on, it wasn't going to be simple.

SCENEBREAK

"Did you see that new girl in history class today?" Sam asked between bites of mashed potatoes, shoveling the food into his mouth with enthusiastic abandon.

Peter blinked, snapping out of his own thoughts as he processed the question. He had been lost in the memory of Y/N's intense gaze, that flicker of something... dangerous, unsettling. He nodded slowly. "I did."

Sam grinned, oblivious to Peter's inner turmoil. "Pretty, ain't she?"

Peter hummed noncommittally, not sure how to respond. He hadn't exactly been focused on her looks—more on the strange vibe she gave off, that unnerving sense that she wasn't just another new student.

Harry, sitting across from him, raised an eyebrow and leaned in slightly, his voice quieter. "You good, mate?"

Peter smiled, trying to mask his unease. "Ah, yes," he said, waving off any concern. "Don't worry about me."

As if on cue, Peter's eyes drifted toward the cafeteria doors, and there she was. Y/N, holding a tray with a plate of food, moving with that effortless grace. She walked past the groups of students, who cast furtive glances at her but avoided approaching. She wasn't an outcast, but she wasn't quite part of the group either.

She settled at an empty table in the corner, the seat almost as if it had been waiting for her. The cafeteria buzzed with its usual chatter, but Peter felt an almost magnetic pull toward her, though he couldn't explain why.

But just as his curiosity piqued, Flash Thompson strutted up to her with his usual swagger, grinning that cocky, borderline arrogant smile he always wore when he thought he was in control. Peter couldn't help but roll his eyes as Flash casually leaned against the back of her chair.

"Hey there, new chick," Flash said, a bit too loud for his own good. "Heard you're from Littleton—no one really cares what made you come here to New York, but hey, I'm Flash Thompson, in case you didn't know."

Y/N didn't immediately acknowledge him, her eyes still on her plate, unmoved by the attempted charm. Flash, undeterred, continued, "So, what's your deal? You got some interesting story or what?"

Peter's Spidey sense tingled—again.

His attention snapped back to Y/N just as her eyes slowly lifted. This time, there was no hiding it. There was something off about the way her eyes gleamed. For a split second, they flashed red, and in the instant that they locked onto Flash's, Peter felt a strange pressure in the air, like something had shifted, something far more dangerous than just a casual interaction.

Then, her lips curled into a smile. It wasn't warm or inviting. No, it was sharp—dangerously sharp. Her teeth glinted white against the backdrop of her dark eyes, giving her an almost predatory look.

Flash didn't seem to notice, of course. "What'cha smirking about, girl?" he asked, clearly not understanding the gravity of the situation.

Y/N leaned back in her chair slightly, her fingers flicking dismissively in his direction. "Nothing you'd care to understand, jockstrap," she muttered, her tone dripping with cool disinterest.

Peter watched in disbelief as Flash, without so much as a second thought, turned on his heel and walked away—his usual confidence shattered. As he stormed off, grumbling under his breath, he accidentally walked straight into a tall, lanky kid carrying a stack of books. The collision wasn't anything major, but it still sent Flash stumbling back with a growl, rubbing his shoulder as if it was a personal insult to his self-esteem. He muttered something about "beanpoles" under his breath, but it was clear the encounter had left its mark.

Peter blinked, unable to tear his gaze from Y/N. She was already back to her meal, seemingly unfazed, but her subtle grin lingered. That feeling in his chest, that inexplicable pull, tightened again.

That girl... she's something different.

There was no doubt in Peter's mind now. Whatever Y/N L/N was, she wasn't just a normal student. She wasn't just another pretty face. There was a darkness to her—a power, even—and something told him that she wasn't here by chance.

Peter leaned back in his seat, his mind racing as his Spidey sense hummed quietly in the background. This wasn't over. Not by a long shot.