☣ | GWEN

      She’s amused at how easily embarrassed he gets but Gwen
      wouldn’t outright laugh at him. His crush on Ms. Stacy was
      adorable and the last thing she wanted was to make him feel
      worse for his pursuit; especially since he worked up a lot of
      nerve to ask her for help.  So she didn’t say anything and even
      when he invaded her personal space ( something she hates )
      Gwen bit down on her sarcastic tongue to spare his feelings.

               ❝I can see why you like her, she’s sweet. Honestly, she’s
                the only one around here besides you who treats me like
                a normal person. And uh.. she mentioned you take really
                nice photos, so she’s obviously noticed you.❞ 

      Gwen clicks her tongue and lifts a finger to scratch her cheek
      in thought. Operation Peter Parker’s Love Life was officially
      a go; she just had to break him out of his awkward shell.

            ❝Should I clear my entire world-saving schedule for this?
             Seriously though, why can’t you ask her out? The worst
             she can say is no and I don’t think she would. C’mon. Ask
             me out right now, practice what you’d say.❞

  ❝   Practice asking you out. . ? Alright,
        I guess I’ve got nothin’ to lose.       ❞ 

     He makes a good show of clearing his throat, the sound
     resonating through the lockers. He was lucky there was
     barely anyone else in the hallway, for he definitely would
     have drawn a lot more attention than he was supposedly
     trying to avoid.

     It was more out of necessity, trying to shake off the nerves
     of (pretend) asking his crush out, as well as to quip about
     the convenience of Ms. Tennyson and Ms. Stacy sharing
     the same name. He sweeps the hallway one last time,
     sheepish eyes filtering up and down the trodden space
     before becoming satisfied enough to finally speak. He
     had some pre-supposed plan of what he would say, but
     it’s obvious halfway through that his classic autopilot
     feature took over and swept away any conversation
     he thought of ahead of time.

            ❝   Um    Hey GWEN. How are you doing?

                 Listen, I was wondering if    if you liked movies?
                 I mean, of course you like movies who doesn’t
                 like movies? Unless you don’t, which is     which
                 is cool, too. Nothing weird about that. Not sayin’
                 it’s weird it’s just    just, yeah, I mean, so…
                 I was thinking maybe we could, if, if you’re free
                 some time and you don’t mind, like, just     let me
                 know. You have my number right? I should…

                 I should make sure she has my number, right?
                 Or do I ask for hers? How long should I wait
                 before I text her? Or, or is texting a bad idea?
                 Is calling better? Do I seem too clingy if I call?
                 Aw jeez, I didn’t think this through.  ❞