The Amazing Spider-Man - Love, MJ

VI

I sit cross-legged beside Missy with a paintbrush in hand, my head tilted to the side as I take in the painted words on the banner like it was truly something serious. My lips pursed tightly together as Missy spoke quietly beside me about what to paint next. The squeak of sneakers on the smooth gymnasium floors were a bit distracting, but it's not like Basketball players cared.

"Rejected!" Followed after a thud of a player and the ball being hit into the ground, an involuntary roll of my eyes followed with the familiarity of Flash Thompson.

My whole body lurched when the cold splatter of paint met my skin and dampened my clothes when the fall-away ball hit into the paint canister laying to my right. Missy gasped and shot up to her feet, "You did that on purpose, Flash!"

"No, but I should've. You better watch your back." He snipped out like he was the shit. I stood up with the help of Missy's extended hand, a frown pulling at my face as I wiped paint off the hand that ended up in the blast-area. A sigh threatened to leave my throat as well as the urge to throttle this asshole.

I look away from the back of Flashes retreating head when Missy shifts next to me, my eyes meet those puppy browns that I've yet to see since Saturday when I accompanied Peter to Doctor Connors home. An instant smile met my face when he leaned in a bit with a soft 'hey'.

He leans down and tops the paint canister right again, so the remaining liquid doesn't spill out, my clothes are still a bit ruined. Paint drying on skin was an uncomfortable feeling at most.

"Alright?" I register him asking absentmindedly as I wipe whatever paint on my hands I could onto my pants.

As I look up the squeak of sneakers and a foul-ball as it hurls towards Missy and I, but more me then her. I brace to be hit by a rubber ball, add insult to injury. But it doesn't come as Peter catches it without even looking, I stare with wide eyes. I knew why, but it was just still so... shocking.

Peter stares down at the new ball in his hand with just as much shock, looking at us for a second before the ball again.

"Give it up, Parker." Flash demands, like it wasn't his fault he lost it in the first place. I could see the gears in Peters brilliant mind turning as he looks at me with almost mischievous eyes then down at the ball.

Nodding his head almost mockingly, "Oh. One— one sec." He holds his camera out to me, despite the mess that covered my right leg and hand. Making sure to take it with my clean left hand carefully.

He steps away, twisting the ball between palms as he looks at Flash, "Why don't you take it from me?"He challenges, this boy.

Flash breathes a chuckle like this is some joke that'll backfire on the maker. Which, it's probable, but Peter Parker has a few surprises up his sleeve, I'm sure. They go head-to-head, arm's length from one another as Peter extends the ball out to his side, obviously fucking with Flash.

"Take it, man." One of his teammates grumbles from the crowd they made behind Flash.

"Go ahead. Take it." Peter taunts, and as Flash goes to do exactly that, Peter switches the ball behind his back and holds it out with the opposite hand now. It becomes a back and forth. Flash goes to grab it, getting up in Peters space and instead of switching hands he pushes Flashes shoulder down and circles the ball around his head, shoves him, and throws the ball at his back and catching it when it bounces back.

Second hand-embarrassed groans fill the gymnasium as well as laughs when it happens. Flash turns around to look at Peter with a tight expression, I don't hold back the few laughs that leave me. It really was a sight, to watch Flash be humbled. Even more so when Peter fakes a throw and Flash flinches, ducks and covers like he was going to be hit.