The Boy I Hated [Spideypool]

Chapter One

English isn't my first language so sorry for mistakes and punctuation. Feel free to correct me in comments.

Peter's pov.

If in high school there is a rumor, then you can be convinced that everyone would know it without a day and you have a bad luck if the gossip applies to you.
I had the opportunity to experienced it for myself when I got drunk at a party in one of my classmate's house. I had been about to leave because I felt like a total disaster but someone called me from my back and I nearly got a heart attack.

"What the hell were you thinking about?!" I shouted seeing a school creep behind me "And why on earth are you here?"

"None of your business" he replied colder than I would expected. He was far more than six feet tall and build like a god of war. Everyone knew he failed some classes and that he was a jerk. Literally no one wanted anything to do with him and neither I did.

"So what do you want, freak?" I didn't really know why I hated him so much, he hadn't done anything to me, except he was just a creepy weirdo but I'm sure he didn't like me either anyway.

"Come with me. We have to talk"

"No way I'll go with you anywhere and we have nothing to talk about" I growled and started putting on my jacket.

"Are you sure, Spidey?" he chuckled maliciously, I shivered. How would he know?! He just smiled seeing my face with a great surprise written on it. Was it a nightmare? I hoped.

We ended up in someone's bedroom, he locked the door and pushed me on a bed, so I sat on it.

" How on earth do you know about me?!" I yelled loud with anger.

"Oh, don't bother yourself, It's my little secret, Spidey"

"Do not call me like that" I hissed.

"Or what? Catch me in your web? Don't be silly" he laughed at me.

"You piss me of like a hell. Why did you even want to talk?"

He smiled showing his teeth, I shivered and wanted to shout for a while but he grabbed my face with his hands and kissed me aggressively. It was the last thing I would expect. I tried to push him away but he was too strong. Wait. Too strong for me? Something was wrong. I started to panic and breaking away. He finally let me go, still with his creepy smile. What a pervert.

"Bloody hell! Are you serious?!" I was in shock and started to feel dizzy. Why had I drunk so much?

"Did you like it? "

"No! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Apparently he didn't care just standing above me with arms caressed on his chest and cocking a brow. I tried to stand up but as soon as I straightened up my body I nearly fell on the ground but the freak caught me. What an embarrassment. I felt my face was burning.

" Leave me alone" I murmured.

"I won't tell anyone what happened here..." He said peacefully and pushed me on a bed again.

"But?" I didn't know if I really wanted to hear it.

"But you'll do whatever I say for the rest of the month" he finished the sentence with the most scary smile I've ever seen.

"No way"

"You better change your mind"

"No one will belive you and actually you forced me to kiss you! You're just a pervert!" I hoped no one would even care what the bastard was going to say.

"I'm not talking about the kiss"

"So what?"

"That you're Spiderman. I think everyone would be interested. So say goodbye to your 'friendly neighbourhood Spiderman' thing. I know cops think you're a criminal and put you in jail with any occasion"

"You're awful"

"I consider it as yes. I'll see you tomorrow at fifth p.m behind the school" he said with smirk and left me alone in the dark room. Why this man wanted to ruin my life so bad? I know I was an asshole to him but everyone was!

Next day in school was a total disaster. My head was full of this looser, called Wade Wilson by the way, and if it's not enough I became the main subject of gossips. Someone saw us entering the bedroom and told everyone that me and this creep had sex. It couldn't went worse. Like really, with this stupid psycho? I would never. And in the first place, I wasn't even gay.

I couldn't see Wade in school so I guessed he just didn't show up, better for me but I was thinking about him anyway. I had absolutely no fucking idea what he would come up with when we meet. And it was horrible feeling. He was older and, as I found out, as strong as me. He looked like a gangster with his always cold face, messy hair and black leather jacket. Something like terminator but younger.
That day no one told a word to me, only giving me suspiciously looks. I felt like a stranger. Even if I would do that with him, why did it matter? I was exhausted because of this and really bad hangover I had. I regretted I hadn't taken painkillers.

The lessons finished and my classmates hanged out together and went somewhere. I stayed in classroom lying on a cold, wooden desk till cleaning lady told me I had to leave.
My feet felt heavy and my head started aching even more. The guy scared shit out of me and I had good reason to start praying for my life. I heard he was in jail and that he slept with his brother which is disgusting and bloody weird. Yeah, I know it might be gossip, because no one really liked him, but after what had happened at the party I would belive in anything.

I left school and headed to the end of the court where our basketball team was playing. I suddenly saw a black sport car on parking lot. Should I dig my grave now?

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PS. Peter and Wade are both in high school and Deadpool looks like normal guy (just for information)