𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘, peter parker

CHAPTER 43

"ITS CRAZY WHAT YOU DO FOR A FRIEND."

THE BLUE DOORS WERE SHUT IN Peter's face. It might've been a bit of an overreaction on Stephen Strange's behalf.

The teenage boy grabbed his phone out of his back pocket, dialling someone who he never thought he would be calling. "Come on! Pick up, pick up, pick up. . ." he begged.

The other line sounded busy, with people talking and classical music. "Dude, what? I'm busy." Flash Thompson scoffed on the phone.

Everyone with the last name 'Thompson' sucked. "Flash, where's the MIT mixer?" he quickly asked, trying to get off the phone as fast as possible.

Flash was audibly confused, "Why?" he furrowed his eyebrows.

Peter sighed, he didn't want to explain this to Flash. He hated Flash. "Because I need to come and talk to someone. I'm trying to get Andie, Ned, MJ, and Gwen a second chance at getting in." he gave in and explained.

The noise on Flash's side of the call got quieter. "What's in it for me? I'm risking a lot just talking to you." he snickered.

Peter sighed longly. "Ugh, okay. I'll pick you up and swing you to school for a week." he proposed, he could almost hear Flash smirk.

He was smirking in real life. "For a month." he fought. Stupid, fucking Flash Thompson.

Peter shook his head. "For a week." he repeated.

On beat, Flash fought again. "Two weeks." anything to be popular for him. Peter hated Flash. Despised.

Peter groaned, "Flash, please, come on, help me!" he begged. A sigh left his mouth, knowing what he had to do. "I'll tell everyone that you're my best friend." Ned might become jealous, but whatever. Peter needed this.

A very happy Flash started to giggle uncontrollably, honestly creeping Peter out slightly. "Cool, cool, cool. So, there's this lady, the assistant vice chancellor. You can plead your case with her." informed Flash.

Peter nodded. "Perfect. Where is she?" he asked, getting ready to swing to the party to get there soon.

Flash shrugged, "Oh, she left." he chuckled. Fucking. Flash. Thompson.

Peter groaned, "To go where?" he asked, inspecting.

Sigh. "To the airport." he shortly answered.

To the airport! Peter hung up the phone immediately. Did he mention that he hated Flash? He quickly changed into his Iron — spider suit, as it was called. He reached a highway overlooking a massive traffic jam.

He got a text from Flash, that showed the woman Peter was looking for. A helicopter flew beside him, likely recording his movement, he waved, this was now normal. Stupid spell should've worked.
"Ugh. Hi, yeah, I can see you!" he waved to the helicopter and spoke to himself.

He somersaulted off of the tall sign on to the bridge, taking off his Spider — man suit as he walked. His Peter Parker suit was wrinkled, obviously. He looked through each window, trying to find the woman from the picture. Dogs were barking at him, toddlers were waving at him, and teenage girls were fan — girl — ing over him. Peter finally laid eyes on the MIT administrator in the back of a black SUV, he knocks on the window where she sat. "Hi, I'm Peter Parker—" he gets cut off. Man, that had happened so often today.

The lady looked at him like he was insane, and honestly, with the lack of common sense he had today, he might've been. "You do know you're in the street, right?" she quipped.

Peter nodded awkwardly, "Y — Yeah, I know, I'm sorry. I just really needed to talk to you, I know you're on your way to the airport. And, uh, Andie — Andrea Rosier, Ned Leeds, Gwen Stacy Hawthorne, and MJ Watson are the smartest people I've ever met in my entire life, and I'm the dumbest person, because I let them help me. But if I didn't let them help me, then millions of people would've died, so please don't let MIT be dumb like me." he rambled, getting zero facial clues from the administrator.