Let's do this one last time... My name is Miles Morales. I was bitten by a radioactive spider, and for about a year I've been the one and only Spider-Man. I'm pretty sure you know the rest...

Miles hums to his music as he walks through the halls of the school to his last class, keeping an eye out for any type of danger or disruption. Then, he spots his largest distraction. You. You're at your locker, sorting through your books, trying to find whatever it is you're looking for. Using his stealth, he creeps up beside you and leans against the locker.

"Hey," He says, just like how his Uncle Aaron taught him. You roll your eyes and ignore him. "I was going to ask you if you wanted to go out with me. Wait, not like that. I didn't mean it like that. Like, I meant, go out, like go outside. Not go out as in a date. Unless you want to go on a date with me. I would be cool with that. Is that cool? Am I weirding you out?"