Bad Boy Peter

Chapter 1

Peter's POV.

I was now sitting on a roof laying in pain. I had just gotten out of a burning building that collapsed on me while I was getting this little girl out. The girl came out unscathed but the building got my ankle. 

I probably just sprained it; it'll heal in the morning. I think.

I hear a scream and rush up. Swinging as fast as I can to see a group of men robbing a bank. I swing inside. 

"Didn't you mom tell you it's not nice to steal?" I shout. 

They turn around fear striking their eyes. They quickly try to hide it. Rushing towards me they make an attempt to take me down. Jumping behind them a webbing them to the ground. 

"Alright, you call the cops, tell them what happened but that their taken care of, they just need to take them in." I say pointing at a guy behind the counter. 

While I was taking to him, one of the guys managed to get his hand free and a hold of a gun. Taking a shot hitting my leg. 

"Ow. Seriously? You really want to mess with me?" I ask walking up to him. I step on his arm probably breaking it, "Next time know who you're messing with." I say walking out before swinging away. 

I swing to a building and get out a first aid kit. One of many I've hidden. Pulling out the tweezers and some bandages.  This is going to hurt. I think before digging into the wound trying to pull out the bullet. 

"Screw it." I mutter reaching into the would pulling it out with my fingers. 

"Finally." I say bandaging it up, looking at the time, "Oops I'm late, great this is going to be fun." I say sarcastically. 

Standing up and putting the first aid kit away. Swinging into a secluded alleyway near my 'house' changing then heading inside. Walking in I see Carl. The one time I'm late he's actually sober.

"Your late." He says with anger. 

"So I am." I say trying to walk past him. 

He grabs my hand yanking me to the ground. 

"Your not getting aways with this so easily." He then kicks my already dislocated rib. 

He continues to kick me wanting a response. I give him nothing sitting there. I've had worse anyways. After 15 minutes he stops. 

"You better not be late again." He says stepping on my leg, breaking it.

He walks off and I stay there for a moment, before heading to me room. I wrap up my leg as best as I can before heading to bed. 

TIME SKIP (Morning 7 am.)

I woke up for school. Ugh todays that trip. I change into some normal clothes before heading downstairs to get some breakfast. I walk into the kitchen to be greeted by Carl. Great, just what I wanted today. I ignore him walk to the fridge to get an apple. 

"You really think you deserve food?" He says pulling my hair making me fall. 

"I mean yea, your my foster home, Thats your job." I smart mouth. 

"You are little." He says kicking me dislocating another one of my ribs, " Now get to school, and you better not be late." He says leaving probably for work, if he even has one. 

I slowly get up grabbing an apple I was so rudely interrupted from getting before. Walking out the door, I catch the subway heading to New York high. One of the cheapest schools in New York. 

I walk into my first class, sitting down while role gets taken.