BENEFITS — CHAPTER ONE!

childhood best friend, [Y/N] [Y/L/N] made their way down the busy hallways side by side, like always to lunch. They'd just had double Biology and yes, of course they were lab partners. Peter and [Y/N] reached their lockers in no time which also happened to be side-by-side; "talk about lucky," [Y/N] had joked and shoved their schoolbooks inside.

"Are you looking forward to the dissection next week?" Asked Peter, removing his love and pulling his locker open. He slipped his black glasses off, polishing them with the hem of his button-up shirt before putting them back on his face. [Y/N] looked at him as she rolled her eyes.

As she spoke, sarcasm practically oozed from her words. "Oh yeah, I'm on the edge of my seat with anticipation," she said, pausing for dramatics, "can't you tell?" She flipped her [H/C] hair over her shoulder before shutting her locker loudly.

The corners of Peters eyes crinkled as he laughed, carelessly tossing his schoolbooks inside. "I thought so," he said sarcastically.

She rolled her eyes at him again, leaning on her locker as she waited for Peter to be done. [Y/N] felt a little impatient 'cause she skipped dinner and was fucking starving!

"So, I'm guessing all this talk of dissections has made you lose your appetite then?" Peter asked her with a big grin on his face as he finally shit his locker. Slinging his backpack over his shoulder, they set off towards Midtown's crappy cafeteria.

"Pfft never!" She scoffed, waving her arms around to emphasise what she was saying. "I am still gonna be able to eat your food plus Neds food plus my food and still be hungry." She told him as she punched his arm a little too hard.

"Ouch! [Y/N] we've talked about this, are we gonna need another intervention? Violence isn't the answer," he whined as he clutched his arm dramatically. Though, her punch didn't really hurt she just happened to hit an old bruise. Peter internally cringed at the memory of how he got the bruise; why couldn't people let him be invisible and not bother him?

"Uh sure it is," [Y/N] said airily as she flipped her hair over her shoulder again and pushed open the cafeteria door. The scent of freshly cooked food captivated them both making [Y/N] sighed with contentment.

"Why do I even try with you?" He shook his head and sighed as he watched her run off to the food. A fond smile danced across his lips as she grabbed

"Cause you love me," she had told him before she ran off, not giving her words a second thought.

This statement caught him by surprise and he was glad that she did run off because she would of heard the response that accidentally slipped out of his mouth, "If only you knew." After he said it he clamped his hand over his mouth and checked to see if anyone saw before acting normal and joining her in the lunch line.

"Can I have some spaghetti and uh are those mango slices?" [Y/N] asked the grumpy old lunch lady who was serving the food. [Y/N] tried her best not to let the infected wort on the ladies chin put her off eating.

"Yes," she spat bitterly as she put a bowl of spaghetti on her tray. [Y/N] watched as some of the spaghetti spilled out of her bowl and onto the tray.

"Can I get a serving of them too then and a brownie please?" [Y/N] asked politely, trying to hold back her excitement of being fed. If [Y/N] had it her way, she'd just sit in a corner and eat for the rest of eternity.

The lunch lady put the food onto the tray and then turned to Peter. Lunch ladies had always scared Peter for some reason. Peter gulped as her beady eyes stared at him impatiently.

"S-same, p-please?" He stuttered shyly, though he mentally scolded himself for saying that as they were serving enchiladas today and Peter loved enchiladas with a passion.

She grunted in response and almost spilt Peters spaghetti twice as she put his food on his tray due to his shakey hands holding the tray.

Meanwhile [Y/N] was at the vending machine and had just bought two cans of Coke, one for her and one for Peter. After only needing to kick it once, the Cokes tumbled down into the black vent.

"Did you wet yourself again?" [Y/N] teased as Peter approached her. Her face radiated joy as she tossed the can at him.

"No!" Peter said indignantly as he attempted to catch the can. Unfortunately for him, it fell on the floor. "That only happened once in 2nd grade and you promised never to being it up again!" He whisper-shouted at her, his voice going up at least four octaves in the process. He attempted to catch the can that seemed determined to roll away from him.

She just giggled at his response, stopping the runaway can with her foot. "Sorry I'm having a hard time remembering promising that but what I can remember is you crying..." She smirked devilishly at him.

Peter was still death staring her as they approached Ned, who was sitting adjacent to Michelle... In silence.

His face lit up when he saw them. "How was your morning Neddie-Boi?" [Y/N] asked as she took her usual seat next to Michelle and Peter took his by Ned.

"It was okay, I guess and how many times have I told you not to call me that?" Ned told her sternly, he fought of the smile that threatened to dance across his lips. Peter began eating his pasta sadly as he watched other kids eat their enchiladas.

Just as [Y/N] was about to retort Michelle interjected. "112.5 times... I made a table."

"112.5? How does that work?" [Y/N] asked, eventually breaking the awkward silence that had originally followed Michelle's comment.

"You cut Ned off one time," Michelle shrugged whilst everyone stared at her, the awkward silence returning. The sound of Ned chewing his lettuce loudly didn't help with the silence.

"What?" Michelle shrugged boredly. "You guys are pretty boring so I have nothing better to do." She sighed as she flipped through her notebook to find the table and sure enough, it actually existed.

[Y/N] now found herself struggling to open her can without her newly done fake nails ripping off. Peter obviously noticed her struggle and took it off her.

"Allow me," he smirked as he opened it with eased. Michelle rolled her eyes when Peter pretended to flex his skinny arm.

"I loosened it," She objected, a light blush covered her cheeks.

"Did you hear about Flash and Becky?" Michelle mumbled without looking up from her book. It astounded [Y/N] how Michelle rarely talked to people, yet, she somehow knew all the gossip.

"No...what happened?" [Y/N] asked, intrigued. Had Becky rejected Flash publicly again?

"Apparently they hooked up," Michelle responded in her usual monotone.

"Becky?" Ned asked, his eyes widened in shock. "Really hot Becky?" He repeated, not being able to believe it.

"I assume so, there aren't any other Becky's that go to our school," Michelle said.

"Let me guess, you have a chart for that too?" Peter joked, expecting her to say no.

Without missing a beat, Michelle replies, "Yes. Its in alphabetical order, did you know our school has 5 John's, all in the same grade?" Peter's jaw dropped. Michelle sure was full of surprises that's for sure.

"Why would Becky sleep with Flash?" Ned asked, he still seemed to be in shock.

"He probably paid her," [Y/N] said through a mouth full of food.

"Sounds about right," Peter said before sipping his Coke. He was slightly disappointed at how flat it was — most likely because it rolled around on the floor so much.

"Wait!" [Y/N] abruptly stopped eating and her eyes filled with fear. "Do you know what this means?!"

RE-EDITED ON 27/01/20

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this book is trash why is it getting popular again??? like,,, i have better stuff but no this is what y'all choose to read?! smh 😔🤨 whatever, i'm trying to fix this so i don't cringe every time wattpad says someone voted on a chapter