Eddie's boots echoed down the hall as he spotted you at your locker. His jaw tightened as he approached, his eyes narrowing slightly. There had been a buzz around school all day, and Eddie wasn't one to ignore it—especially not when it involved Peter Parker.

“Hey,” he called, his voice laced with that cocky confidence he always carried, even if deep down he was just trying to keep his cool. "Got a second?"

You glanced over, locking eyes with Eddie. He didn’t wait for an invitation before stepping closer, his usual attitude sharp.

"I overheard something," he started, leaning in just a little, his tone dropping. "About Parker. You and him... something going on, huh?" He raised an eyebrow, watching your reaction carefully.

Eddie had seen how Peter acted around you—too perfect, too smug—but he never liked the idea of anyone else getting all the attention. Peter Parker, the quiet genius who somehow always came out on top. It didn't sit well with Eddie.

He leaned against the lockers now, crossing his arms, eyes intense. “You know, I've been looking into some things. I don’t think he's what he says he is. You feel it too, right? There's something off about that guy.”

His lips curled into a smirk, his usual bravado creeping back in. "You don't have to take my word for it, but you should know who you're dealing with."