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Bruce Banner had 4 wrinkles on his forehead. That was about the only thing that Fernanda had learned in her AP Biology class. Her teacher spoke in the most dull voice and biology had never been her strong suit. Maybe, Fernanda had lied… She had also learned that Peter Parker’s hair was a color non-existent in her family.
It wasn’t brown, but it wasn’t blonde. It was a very pretty in between. She could also tell from the desk across from his that he had freckles on his neck and near his ears.
Fernanda had been at Midtown High for almost 2 years now, and before this class she had never actually interacted with Peter. Not that his asking for a pen every couple of classes was much of an interaction. She had however seen him before then. He wasn’t exactly popular, god knows why, because in her opinion he was more than handsome. She knew he was incredibly smart, if his participation in Academic Decathlon was anything to learn from. She also knew that he was kind, seeing as he had once helped her pick up the spilled contents of a girls backpack in the middle of the hallway.
“Hey Fernanda, do you have a pen I could borrow?” and there it was, one of the only actual interactions she ever had with him.
She reached into her backpack to pull out her pencil bag and hand him a pen. As soon as the pen was in his hand he gently smiled, and held the pen towards her in a sign of appreciation. Turning around to start on the drab worksheet that had been handed out. Grabbing a pen for herself, Fernanda quickly got to work. Glancing at the paper and realizing she had no idea what any of it even meant.
The rest of the school day went by pretty uneventfully, as Fernanda attended the rest of her heavily science based classes. She didn’t know why she had agreed on attending this school, she hated science, but her parents saw a future only in engineering so they had forced her to apply.
As she left her AP Calculus Based Physics class and exited the building, she immediately started looking for her family's car. A honk rapidly caught her attention. That was her mom, inside the family van. She crawled in the passenger seat only to be surrounded by the loud screaming of her siblings in the back.
“Antonio dejame en paz!” Alejandra yelled begging my youngest brother to leave her alone.
“Ya estuvo con ustedes dos! Se me callan o paro este carro y ven que les pasa!” They air turned silent for a second.
“Oh Ale, I love you so much. I’ll leave you alone now.” Antonio’s voice was sweet and fake, swift in getting away from a hit from my mom’s shoe.
The rest of the ride was as loud as any other, my mother ranting about her day and my siblings going back to annoying each other soon after.