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NINE | THE LAST DINNER PARTY
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IT ALWAYS FELT AS THOUGH LIFE WAS A CONSTANT LOOP OF MONDAYS. The first calendar day of the week (all those people who say Sunday is are factually and logically wrong, they're just trying too hard to be unique) always caught up to them. A never ending recursion of the most despised day of the week. The ecstasy of the final bell on a Friday afternoon was nothing more then a distant memory in the midst of a Monday morning alarm clock blaring through a teenagers bedroom.
The usual crew were gathered around the battered lockers of the freshman hallway, awaiting the bell to order them off to their first class of the week. Marinette Dupain-Cheng, with hair frizzy due to the lack of time she'd given herself that morning to get ready, wore a sour expression as she watched the quartet of boys standing to her left talk away while her friends chatted away beside her. The annoyed expression had nothing to do with the gorgeous blonde boy standing amongst them—never. No, her venomous gaze was directed towards the reappearance of Peter Parker, who was sporting a fresh black eye (it suited him, he should get hit more often).
"—yeah, it was some guy from Brooklyn," he'd been telling his friend, who kept trying to prod at his swollen eye. "His friend was huge," he added, biting back a smile to a joke only he was in on (Marinette wanted the guy to come back and punch it off his face).
Adrien Agreste had been leading the charge with questions, the usual sideline viewer. Marinette tried not to let herself get distracted by the way he flipped his golden locks out of his face as he asked the questions, his creamy smooth voice so enchanting. "And Germany. . . ? What was the go there, man? Kinda random."
It seems as though Peter Parker had prepared for this question, admitting he forgot his Snapchat tracked his location abroad (like an idiot, mind you). "You're looking at someone with an internship under the Tony Stark," he told them boastfully and Marinette had to use all her strength to hold onto her open locker door so she didn't fall forward. "You know the. . . the September Foundation thing he announced? Yeah, I got in through that," he exclaimed and Marinettes knuckles went white with how tight she was gripping the metal. He could not be serious.
