Chapter 19

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  Recently I have been going to school again. Me and Harley are on good terms again, which is great. What isn't great is Flash. Gosh he's the worst, he is acting like we are friends. Which we aren't. Flash keeps bugging me, and asking about Harley or Mj etc. I've learned from Bucky to ignore him. But today he took it far.


Peter's Pov.

  Harley already walked to class, and I had a free period so I sat outside behind the building reading a book. It was peaceful until I heard a noise. I turn around to flash behind me, I roll my eyes and ignore him.

  "Hey Penis! I have a gift for you!" I heard him snicker a laugh to his friends. I ignore him but that seem to piss him off. He and his goons walked over to me and punched me in the face.

"HEY! What the hell?!" I yell at him. He yanks my book out my hands and rips it up. Then he kicks me in the ribs. "This is what you get for getting me suspensied." Flash says as he picks up and chokes me as his goons punches me and kicks me, I heard my bones Crack. Great.

  After awhile he finally left. I missed my last two classes. Thanks alot. It started getting dark so I walked home. People gave me weird glances and asked me if I'm okay. I just walked passed. I felt like crying, my body hasn't hurt this much since HYDRA. And that's saying something.

   I'm a few miles away from the Tower. I missed my train due to my lovely wounds. I heard twigs snapping and leafs crunching behind me. Which is strange since I took a short cut through the woods..

  I keep my head up and I ignore the person behind me. So he doesn't not know I know he is there. Wonderful tactic Peter. Not like he noticed your side glances! Nope!

  A couple minutes later I heard their foot steps get faster. Hoping they are walking past me. Then something grabs my shoulder and I turn around to see.

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Sorry about the cliffhanger, i kinda got a idea so boom. I apologize for my absence. I have been under weather in life and stuff. My apologies.

                                                          ~~~the Author.

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