Um... wrong number, kid

Chapter 8

POV: peter
Midtown tech:

Peter had just tucked his phone in his pocket and was about to pull his backpack out of his locker when the door was nearly shut on his hands, which were only saved by his quick reflexes. He turned around slowly. "What do you want, flash." He said irritably.

Flash raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.

" who are you texting? Your mommy?"

Peter rolled his eyes " you know full well that my parents are dead, Eugene. Now if you will excuse me, I need to get to class." He replied, noticing he and 2 of his jock friends had blocked his path.

An irritated flash attempted to throw a punch which peter dodged easily, his reflexes coming in handy again. Peter was slightly surprised, as Flashes torments usual only include insults, never action from flash himself, always letting the senior jocks who followed him do his bidding, but he guessed not calling him "flash" was " crossing the line".

Flashes hand missed his head completely and smashed into the lockers behind him. While the bully temporarily nursed his wounds, peter took this chance to slide his backpack out of his locker and make a run for it, not wanting to be even later for class, knowing full well that flash definitely would let him get away with this after school.

A/n

I didn't really get a chance to spell check this or edited it so it may be a bit rough.