Before I Go- A Peter Parker Love Story

Chapter 5

"Oliver, can you tell me why you're here?"

"I think it's pretty obvious, don't you?"

"I do, but I want to hear what you say."

"Tracy-"

"My NAME is Ms. Green, Mr. Stark."

"Right, Ms. Green, come on."

"Start talking Mr. Stark. NOW."

"I don't have to tell you anything. Where's my lawyer?"

"This is not an interrogation!"

"Sure feels like one."

"Fine. If you don't want to tell me your version of events, don't."

"Wasn't planning on it."

"A week of detention, Mr. Stark. You'll be spending your lunches with Mrs. Williams."

"What else is new?"

"I'm not sure what's going on with you Oliver, but I'm always available to talk if you ever need it."

"I'm good. Bye Tracy."

I left the office, not listening to the principal's high-pitched trills behind me.

"What did you do now Oliver?" Ms. Reed, the secretary asked me.

"What didn't I do?" I asked her. She shook her head at me, before shooing me out of the office. I sighed, pulling my backpack strap tighter over my shoulder, headed for my locker.

"What punishment did you get Ollie?" Kyle Morgans asked, leaning against my locker.

"Fuck off Kyle," I muttered.

"I got detention tomorrow with Mrs. Evans," he continued talking. "But it's alright, I can handle it. It was all worth it to beat up a fa-"

"Shut up!" I cut him off, slamming him against the locker.

"Come on Stark, hit me," he grinned. "You won't risk it, you're a pathetic, weak, little, f-" he attempted to say the slur again, but I cut him off again, this time pressing against his windpipe.

"You already lost the first fight, do you really want to lose this one too?" I hissed, as he clawed against my hands, trying to get me to let go of him. I heard footsteps coming towards us, and I quickly dropped him, laughing silently as I watched him run away from me.

"Oliver!" I heard my father's sharp voice, and I turned to see him angrily walking towards me.

"Oh, hey Dad!" I rubbed the back of my neck, smiling awkwardly.

"What the hell?" he hissed, grabbing me by the arm.

"So I'm guessing the school called you," I smiled nervously.

"Get in the car," he said. "Now." The two of us walked to the car, me in front of him, and him behind me, acting like I was going to make a run for it any minute now. "So," he said angrily, once we were both in the car. "Let's talk."

"Let's not," I said, turning to look out the window, not wanting to look at his face.

"Oh no, we're talking about it," he said. When I didn't say anything, he reached over, gently pulling me closer to him, so that I was facing him. "Ollie," his voice softened. "I know life hasn't been easy for you, but I need you to let me in. I need you to let me help you."

"I don't need help," I shook my head.

"Oh really?" he raised an eyebrow. "People who are fine, don't get in fights once a week, Ollie."

"I don't get in fights once a week," I said quietly.

"We both know that's not true," my dad said.

"I get in fights multiple times a week," I said.

My dad chuckled, trying to force the smile off his face. "Don't make me laugh," he said, as sternly as possible. "I'm trying to be mad at you."

"I know you are, but he deserved it Dad!" I said, taking advantage of the sudden good mood.

"That doesn't make it okay, Oliver!" he said, the smile suddenly leaving his face. "The worst you get right now, is a few days detention. But do you know what happens when you pull this shit as an adult?"

"Dad, I-" I attempted to defend myself, shocked at his sudden outburst.

"You get arrested! Is that what you want Ollie? To be arrested? Because that's the road you're heading down!" He cut me off.

"No! Obviously I don't want that to happen!"

"You are almost 18. It's time you act like it," Dad said as we pulled into the driveway.

"Whatever" I rolled my eyes, before leaving, slamming the car door behind me.

"Ollie!" Dad shouted after me as I stormed into the house.

"Hey, Ollie," Pepper greeted me with a smile as I walked in, and I only felt a little guilty when I pushed past her.

"Oliver, will you please talk to me?" Dad yelled, barging into the house.

"I have nothing to say to you," I continued to walk away, not bothering to even look at him.

"What is going on?" Pepper asked loudly, looking from Dad to me.

"Ask my father!" I yelled. "I'm sure he'd love to tell you about how I'm a juvenile delinquent who's going to be in jail the minute I turn 18!"

"Oliver does not seem to understand that his actions have consequences," my father said to Pepper. "He got into another fight at school today."

"What?!" Pepper whipped her head to look at me, and I shrugged.

"I've trying to tell you, he deserved it!" I defended myself.

"Ollie, we've been through this," she pinched the bridge of her nose. "You can't just get into a fight, whether the other person deserved it or not!"

"You guys aren't listening to me!" I yelled. "If you heard what he had called me, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now!"

"Okay," dad said calmly, and I looked at him in shock.

"Wha-what?"

"You said we would understand if we heard what he called you, so tell us. What did he call you?"

"No," I said quietly. "Forget I said anything." I turned, disappearing up the stairs and into my bedroom. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket, and eyed it for a minute. "Fuck it," I muttered to myself, before typing out the message.