I had to revise this to an OC story to keep it in the guidelines. In other websites like Wattpad and Tumblr, I have the same story up with the original reader-inserts if you would prefer something like that.

However, I did not want to have this story completely unavailable for you all so I decided to revise it. Thank you all for your patience and understanding! Also, special thanks to those who let me know the rules about reader-inserts, I owe you one.

Also, please understand that I don't want to glorify or make light of abuse. If you or someone you know is being treated like this, please tell someone.

Anyways, enjoy~

The old clock that was hung lazily above a doorway, that had painfully noticeable chipped purple paint, of an indifferent science classroom said it was three minutes until the bell would ring for yet another round of classes to begin. The thought of the second to last class of the day made practically every sophomore in the high school groan and hang their heads in utter defeat. Lunch had just concluded and now they were expected to behave perfectly once again; how could it possibly get even more draining for the poor students? The end of school was yet to come, and it had felt like they had been at the school for forever. Some students pretended to be sick to escape school; some of which going so far as to using their gag reflex to throw up. Others decided to just deal with it, and either way, they all endured it, the day had been a long one for students everywhere in New York City.

The science room itself was really nothing special whatsoever. The sand-colored walls were aligned with sinks and cupboards that no student ever used properly, despite the teacher's efforts. Cheap and cringe-worthy posters around the room tried desperately to make the room look less like a lifeless hellhole but failed miserably. No carpet was present like in regular classrooms; instead, it was just regular tiles that you could find out in the hallway. Not a single desk could be found for a student in the science classroom. Instead of desks, there were dark-colored, wooden tables that could fit only two people (Yet students always tried to squeeze in more even though it was against the rules). The teacher was the only one with an actual desk but this one had a long table placed right next to it for demonstration purposes. Behind it was a whiteboard that was as blank and boring as the faces of the students who entered the room for class.

Not a single student made much noise as they plopped down into their seats, eager for the school day to finally end and allow them to go home. It was a Thursday, so they still had to deal with one more day of torture then they were free for two whole days. As the seconds on the clock silently ticked on, more students piled into the classroom and sat down at their assigned tables silently. Only a few students spoke to one another, speaking about whatever was bothering them about this class in particular. It was an extremely underwhelming sight, at best. A minute to the bell and one more sophomore entered the classroom. He stood at a pretty average height for his age, not too tall and not too short. The student's brown, wavy hair was lazily combed out of his face and the edges of his lips puffed out like he had a frog trying to escape out of his smooth lips. The boy kept his head down as he made his way towards his table to take a seat. He was wearing a grey sweater and blue jeans, not exactly interested in standing out.

"Ah! Peter, so nice to see you," Mr. Benson smiled lazily at him after Peter sat down at his table and set his things down. He sat next to an attractive girl who was frantically trying to finish up a text message underneath the table without being noticed by the teacher.

"Uh, yeah… thanks," Peter blurted awkwardly, realizing it's been three days since he'd actually attended this class. His role as Spider-Man had not been too kind to his school attendance lately, but Peter was desperately trying to turn that around. Tony Stark wouldn't allow him to skip school often and become a dropout. It used to bug the crap out of him, but Peter had changed a ton in his sophomore year.

The teacher gave him a quick nod before looking back at his computer screen. The class was silent once again as he typed with unbelievable speed on his desk computer, not even having to look down at his hands. After a minute or two of bitter silence, Mr. Benson finally finished with what he needed to get done. He got up from his semi-comfortable but a little squeaky desk chair to stand behind the table next to his desk. He rested his hands on the wooden top and leaned on them with an amused look on his bearded face.

"Now class," he began, "as some of you may have heard, we have a very big, very important, project coming up soon that I have yet to explain to you all. Well, I suppose today is your guys' lucky day," the class groaned obnoxiously and he ignored them, "you will all get started on it as of today. Each of you is going to work extra hard to make a diagram on a poster board explaining a certain part of the human body. This ranges from organs to muscles, as long as it's part of the human body, it's fair game. I expect lots of detail on whatever subject you will be getting. And remember, I have to grade a whole lot of these so please make it look just a little bit unique and interesting to look at. Keep in mind that you'll be docked points if you don't make it colorful and neat. You have until next Thursday to complete it all, and it is worth 80% of your grade so make sure it's your very best work."

A scrawny boy in the front of the classroom raised his bony hand hesitantly.

"Yes, Justin?" the teacher called with a warm but obviously forced smile.

"Will this, by any chance, be a group project?" he asked shyly.

"Great question, Justin!" Mr. Benson nodded, "You will all be working in groups of two for this particular assignment. No groups of three allowed, we have an even number of students."

Peter's head (Along with many others) perked up at this bit of information. He forced himself not to look over at his best friend, Ned, who was sitting on the opposite side of the room. However, he could still feel his friend's eyes land on him.

"Don't get too excited, guys." The teacher chuckled, "I have already picked who you will work with."

The class groaned again, their hopes vanishing into thin air.

"I have also already picked the part of the human body you will be assigned to-Ms. Nelson, let's unplug, shall we?"

The girl sitting next to Peter huffed in defeat and put her phone on the table, face down. Peter furrowed his brows in slight disappointment, usually, the girl next to him tends to say something rude at Mr. Benson in return for making her get off her phone. He figured that there must be a first for everything...

"Alright, let me inform you all on your assigned partner and what you'll be doing for the project. I am giving you the rest of the class period to work but don't make me regret that merciful choice. Anyways, here are your guys' partners and subjects: Kendal and Quincy, you two have the bladder… Ned and Justin, you have lungs… Jerica and Ben, you guys have bones… Allison and Peter, you have the brain…"

Allison? Peter thought as his eyes searched around the room for her. He wasn't really familiar with her, hardly at all. From what he could gather though, she seemed pretty intelligent. Peter wasn't exactly sure yet. He had her in a few of his classes before, ever since middle school. But he'd never really talked to her directly before. She always seemed quite reserved and kept mostly to herself. Yeah, she had a few friends and everything, but it was a very small and tight group of people. Peter knew he couldn't judge her for it, because he was basically the same way. She had short and blonde hair that looked perfect against her pale and narrow face shape. Her blue eyes shimmered in the light beautifully. She was wearing old-looking black jeans, a black and white striped shirt, black boots, and a ripped jean jacket. Peter bit his lip, looking away from her. How come he hadn't noticed how gorgeous she was before? Peter frowned, figuring it was because before a few months ago, he couldn't stop taking his eyes off Liv.

Her eyes searched for Peter as well, the awkward tension between them slowly rising once she found him. Allison slowly got up from her seat, Peter still avoiding her gaze as best he could. Quickly grabbing her notebook and folder, she walked over to where Peter was sitting. The girl who was next to him before had left to "work" with her partner, allowing Allison to be able to sit right down next to him. She kept her eyes down on the floor and didn't say a single word to Peter. Her shoulders were tensed up and she was playing with her fingers underneath the table nervously. Peter kept biting his lip, feeling just as awkward as she did.

"H-hey umm, so we have both the brain together, right?" he attempted conversation with her, holding his breath.

She nodded sheepishly and chose not to look at him still, "Yes, I believe so…" Allison's voice was soft, barely even a whisper. It sounded sweet, yet at the same time, a broken shell of how it used to sound. He may not have talked to her much before but he knew what she sounded like. Peter did his best not to judge or make assumptions about it but it unsettled him quite a bit. There was something definitely bothering her. He wondered what had made her look so down, hoping whatever it was, he wasn't the cause of it.

"I thought that maybe what we could do," Peter cleared his throat and straightened himself up a little, "We could make a big chart with a brain at the center and all around it could be information explaining it? Not very creative, I know, but we can modify it and make it look prettier later. Just for right now... I want to just focus on getting the right information is all... do you agree?"

Allison nodded, "Sounds good to me… I draw a lot, I-I could make us a brain. Unless you wanted to use a picture instead of a drawing?"

"Works for me," Peter shrugged with a little smile, "I am sure you're a much better artist than I could ever hope to be."

The two immediately got to work. Peter flipped through his notes and highlighted information that he believed, would be essential to use in the project. The class had spent a decent amount of time dedicated to the brain, so information on it definitely wasn't scarce which was really convenient for them. While he worked on that Allison, on the other hand, began to look up good references of the brain on her phone to copy. She opened to a blank page of her green science notebook and got to doodling. She refused to just draw a brain on the poster first try; it wouldn't be a smart idea. She figured it would help to have some experience with it beforehand.

As she worked, Peter couldn't help but peek over her shoulder to look at her progress. She was already working on her second drawing of a brain when he looked over at the notebook but even the first one looked amazing. His eyes widened, as he was just a little jealous of her talent. He always wished he could draw, but it definitely wasn't ever going to be something he was good at; not even a little bit. He didn't have the steady enough hand or patience for such a thing in the first place. He couldn't help but admire that Allison seemed to have those traits. Peter took time to notice the intense look on Allison's face as she drew. She stared at the paper, making sure every mark and every stroke of the pencil was absolutely perfect. Pink shavings from the eraser were spread all over the paper and table. She suddenly stopped drawing, abruptly dropping her pencil on the wrinkled paper.

"Excuse me?" she asked, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. Peter got so caught up in watching her draw that he hadn't even noticed that he had begun to stare over her shoulder. His face turned a light shade of crimson and he moved away from her a bit.

"Oh I-I uh," he started to explain weakly, "I'm really sorry. I-It's just, you're really good at drawing is all..."

Her eyes flickered with slight shock at his sincerity, "Hmm, well… thank you so much, Peter. But please don't look over my shoulder..."

He nodded understandably, still feeling embarrassed about bothering her like that.

"It's really important to me that we get an A on this assignment is all," Allison shrugged, looking back down at the notebook and sighing softly.

"Need to raise your grade?" a brow flew upwards on Peter's face, "Makes sense."

The girl sighed and didn't look up at him, "I wouldn't dare to ever bring it any lower than a perfect A."

With that, she went straight back to working on the drawings, and eventually, Peter looked back at his notes to work as well. The two sat in bitter silence right up until the bell rang. "See you later, Peter," Allison mumbled before gathering all of her supplies and retreating out into the hallway, quickly disappearing in the sea of high schoolers. Peter sighed and attempted to get all of his notes back in order as fast as he could. Ned soon walked up to Peter, ready to leave the classroom, with a small frown on his curvy face.

"Hey Pete," he said as he scratched the back of his head in frustration, "Justin is absolutely ridiculous. For thirty freaking minutes of working, he thought we were researching the liver, not lungs. What a waste of time, honestly. How was Allison?"

Peter hesitated and then shrugged, "I'm… not entirely sure, to be honest. She seems really nice but Allison also looked… off for some reason. I hope everything is alright with her..."

"Hmm… I've got her in my history class. She always looks so stressed and quiet whenever I glance over at her every now and then. I tried to talk to her and be kind one day when we had extra work time. She was very nice to me but it was as if she was on edge the whole time." Ned remembered as the two walked out of the classroom.

Sighing, Peter decided to drop it for now. After talking with Ned for a minute or two, he separated from him and walked through the crowded halls to reach his final class of the day by himself. While he walked, Peter noticed Allison practically curled up over her phone as she stood in front of her locker. Her lips were slightly parted and her eyes were glossy, without any sign of emotion as she looked down at the screen. But what was most interesting to him, was that the girl's hands were violently shaking and desperately trying to type something on the phone.

The bus ride home for Allison was insanely noisy but by far was one of her favorite times of the day. Sure, there was a ton of people screaming cuss words at the bus driver from the back of the bus and a couple of girls was giggling obnoxiously in the front, but it was probably the most enjoyable part of her day. She was free from school for the rest of the night and she wasn't home yet either, it was really relaxing for her, to be honest. The noise was mostly drowned out by her headphones anyways. She chose to sit by herself, leaning against the side of the bus and looking out the window. It had rained just that morning so everything was wet and saturated in grey. Clouds in the sky still covered up the sun from view.

The bus made a very abrupt stop at a street corner, making everyone on board jerk forwards. Allison fought back the urge to roll her eyes at some of the boys in the back who nearly fell over from the stop; it was their entire fault for standing up on the seats the whole ride. She swiftly walked down the aisle of the vehicle, wanting to get off the bus as quick as possible. She was the only one getting off at this stop and she didn't want to waste anyone's time by taking forever to leave. She jumped off the last step onto the ground and quickly moved away from the bus to let it leave her standing on the side of the street corner all alone, watching it disappear down the street. Her head cranked to her left of her, Allison's blonde hair moved perfectly against the slight breeze in the air. She forced her legs forward, towards a house that her gaze was fixed upon. It was an ugly tan color, while the trim and roof was a dark brown. The lawn was mowed to perfection and the grass was a healthy but a puke green color. The garage door was left open to very obviously show off the two very expensive looking cars parked inside and the fact that the garage looked just as taken care of as the inside of the house. It was easily the most sickeningly perfect looking house in the whole neighborhood.

Allison's shoulders tensed when she moved past the two cars, trying her best not to even breathe on them. She didn't even let herself relax when she reached the door and opened it slowly. Allison then closed it behind her as quietly as she could after entering the house. The entryway was very simple yet sophisticated and kept spotless, exactly like the rest of the house. The walls were painted a gloomy blueish-grey color that matched the clouds outside and the floors were wooden, as well as a dark brown color. She held back a heavy sigh as she hung up her coat neatly in the closet by the front door, closing its doors when she was finished.

"Allison?" her mother called to her from the kitchen, "Is that you, hun?"

"Yes," she said, trying her best to hide the attitude in her voice.

"Yes, who?" her mother raised an eyebrow as Allison walked up the stairs to the living room and kitchen.

"Yes, mother…" she corrected sheepishly.

"Fix up your confidence and it'll be perfect hun." her mother said sternly, "I am already upset with you for making a grammar error in the text you sent me earlier today."

Allison simply nodded and then turned away from her mother. She set her backpack down gently on a chair like she did every day and sat down on the couch to rest for a while.

Her mother stopped working in the kitchen to look at her, "Do you have any homework, hun?"

She thought about it for a moment then answered her, "I have an important project due next week; I believe I mentioned it to you before because my friend told me about it early. It's for my science class. I have to make a poster on the human brain."

"Hmm, I remember you telling me." Her mother nodded with only slight satisfaction but then it quickly faded away, "Then I suggest you get going on it instead of wasting precious time, hun."

"You know I would, mother." Allison tensed up only a little, "However, it's a group project. I-I have to do it with a partner-"

"What did I tell you about stuttering?" her mother snapped.

"It doesn't portray the ideal-"

"Confidence!" her mother screamed at her and threw her hands up in the air, causing Allison to flinch, "My God! You are hopeless!"

The room was completely still for a moment and Allison relished in the silence it for as long as she could. But then it was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing. A tall man with carefully combed hair stepped in, closing the door behind him. He swiftly hung up his jacket and walked up the stairs. Soon, he was standing in front of Allison and her mother.

"What is going on?" he asked his voice calm and collected.

"Our daughter is hopeless…!" Allison's mother sighed dramatically, rubbing her forehead, "First she makes a grammar error in a text message. Then, she comes home telling me she cannot work on her science project, stuttering like a dumb, young child!"

Her father frowned, his face turning a little red from anger, "What? Allison, what do you mean you cannot do your work?"

"It's a partner project, dad. I can't work on it at home, I would otherwise but-"

"And you don't have her number?" he crossed his arms.

"No, I don't have Peter's number…" Allison shook her head.

"Peter?" both her parents spat.

"Mr. Benson picked our partners for us, I don't know him." Allison said quickly and cautiously, "I will get his number tomorrow to see if we can work on it together over the weekend."

Her father moved closer to her, and spat out, "You better, or else."

Allison nodded, rubbing the side of her cheek. It was still a little sore from the last time her father had gotten upset with her…

"Good girl." he sighed, "Just do not forget! You are a Westbay so that means a perfect score on anything and everything."

Allison huffed and nodded, looking down at the ground.

"Hey, focus girl! You will not give me that attitude, you understand!? You are a Westbay and you must carry that name loud and proud!"

"What if I don't want to...?" it wasn't a question, more like a thought that managed to slip out of Allison's lips. If she could've helped it, she would have. But the words managed to escape her lips and it was far too late to take it back.

Her mother gasped, covering her mouth in shock and her father's face turned menacing in merely a second. It was all in slow motion for Allison at that point on. She saw her father raise his hand as usual, but this time, it was different. It wasn't just a slap like it always had been, no, her father's hand was curled up into a fist. Next thing she knew, there was an explosive pain on her left jaw and she was falling to the ground. Her ears were ringing loudly and all she could hear was, "Go to your room! I don't want to see you out of there until tomorrow morning!" But Allison couldn't move, she couldn't even see anything. The shock of the blow to her face was still too strong for anything to really make sense at the moment. She saw some motions from her father but didn't understand what he was doing. She did once she felt a tight grip around her ankle, and he began to pull her out of the living room. Her father hauled her to the doorframe of her bedroom, kicking her inside. Allison saw him yell something she still could not hear and then slammed the door, leaving her alone to sit in pain.

Hello everyone, it is me, BaagelScribbles. I trust y'all are having a swell day~

Oh, a cliffhanger! Don't worry though, I'll make a part two and it'll be out as soon as possible, my friend. So if you liked this story, please be sure to check that out when it comes out!

I love angst stories, so much! They can be super interesting and really bring out that "evil side" of an author (You know exactly what I'm talking about). This is also my very first fan fiction with Peter Parker, so yay! I love Tom Holland so much and I cannot wait to see Spider-Man Far From Home! Anyways, I just got this idea in the middle of lunch one day and I've been working on it since then.

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- BaagelScribbles