Who is This? || wrong number au || Peter Parker

Part 2; School

September 7th, 2017; 7:50am

Peter walked into school wearing his Gay Pride shirt, knowing it would practically paint a big red target on his back. He walked down the freshman hallway, looking at every locker until he found his number; 1278. He took the paper schedule out of his back pocket and found the 3 number comboniation at the top of the page. He turned the number knob until all three numbers were entered in then lifted up the handle to open the locker; luckily it opened first try, which was a rare occurance (especially for Peter). He then took his backpack off his shoulders and held it with one hand to his side as he emptied his books into the locker with his other hand. And that's when the expected happened.

A fist hit the locker right next to Peter's face, making a dent into the metal; Luka. Peter rolled his eyes. "It's too early for this." He thought to himself with annoyance. He turned around to face the blue haired, 150lbs pure muscle, 6 foot tall teen who's expression was nothing more than smug.

"Really? We're gonna do this right now? Come on the first bell hasn't even rang yet." Peter complained but he knew Luka didn't care, Luka only did what he wanted, and every school morning since Peter moved here, the one thing he does is make sure Peter knows he's stronger than him. Assert dominance if you will. Like the leader of a four person pack (Him, his two goons, and Peter).

"Well that's a lovely shirt you got there Petey... or should I say Paige." Luka hissed, but whispered the last part. It's about the only good thing he's done for Peter; not out him. "How come you didn't paint your nails to match?" Luka mocked, lifting up Peter's hand to see the nails, his grip tight around Peter's wrist.

"Let go of me Luka." Peter said through clenched teeth.

Luka laughed a little, "Or what?" He smirked thinking Peter couldn't do anything to stop him. But Peter could; he was Spider-Man, of course he could stop him. But Peter chooses to stand down and let it happen. After all he couldn't do anything last year, so he shouldn't now. Peter just looked to his feet accepting the defeat, and hoping this would maybe make the occurance go faster.

Luka grabbed Peter by the shirt collar, letting go of his wrist, and dragged him over to the janitor's closet which was just a few feet away. Luka's goons, Sam and Jean, followed suit. Once all four were in the closet the door shut tight, meaning there was no getting out of this, as always.

Luka threw Peter against the shelves of cleaning supplies, causing items from the top shelf to fall on Peter's head. Luka stepped closer to Peter, raising his fist. But that's when the unexpected happened. The door opened letting light from the hallway seep in, and a buy's shadow showed on the ground. That's all Peter saw though, was the shadow since Luka was in the line of sight showing who it was.

"Scram!" Peter heard the familiar voice yell.

"Hey Flash, good to see you, wanna help?" Luka spoke and Peter rolled his eyes. "This is NOT what I thought my first day of highschool would go like." Peter thought to himself in frustration knowing that he was really doomed with Flash Thompson there.

But, perhaps Peter was wrong...

Flash lifted Luka by the shirt collar, "No. I don't want to help now get lost you pathetic waste of space." Flash spat before throwing Luka out of the closet and to the ground in the hallway, Sam and Jean then dispersed to the hallway as well, leaving Flash and Peter in the closet.

Peter rose to his feet off the floor and looked at Flash with a puzzled expression, "What'd you help me for?" Peter asked curiously.

"Don't make a habit of getting beat up in closets, you've been in one long enough, and I won't be here to get you out everytime." Flash said flatly before leaving the closet and dissapearing into the school hallway.