Wild Cat •Peter Parker•

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"Have you studied for the math exam?"

If there was one thing Blake was sick of hearing, was that one question. It wasn't even eight in the morning and she had heard it at least twenty-five times.

Her hand clutched a travel mug filled to the brim with hot chocolate. Other students rushed around with coffee, but she couldn't stand the taste, let alone the smell. Her grey eyes flickered back and forth around the hallways as she crept through them, watching as many pupils stressed over the test. She would've smiled in amusement, but it was too early for that; she didn't like to smile until noon or after.

When she reached her locker, she twisted in the combination and looked blankly at the contents.

"Morning Adams" A tired voice mumbled from the locker on her right side. Blake unzipped her bag and began placing her books inside the safe compartment.

"Morning Parker"  I replied in what would be the same tone, but because it was mine, it came out as blank and void of emotions. I had dreamed about being back in that cell last night, and it had screwed me up a little.

The two were quit close, they had known each other for year, and shared many classes together.

"Sleep well?"

"Got about three hours in" I spoke softly, my voice working faultlessly.

Peter paused and noticed how she wasn't rambling nonsense like she usually would in the early mornings.

"What's bothering you?" Peter asked, his face still buried in his locker, as Blake's was too. His ears perked up for her reply.

Blake's eye twitched when she heard the question being asked again to her left, "have you studied for the math exam?"

"If I hear that bloody question again I'm going to rip someone's tongue out" She grumbled out with venom, and slammed her locker door shut, making Peter jump. He looked back and rose an eyebrow, before smiling slightly.

"You didn't study?" He queried, not as confused as others would be from her answer, He already knew she wasn't big on revising, in her opinion, it wasted valuable time that could be spent doing something useful, like baking. "What am I saying? Of course you didn't study."

He shut his door when the shrill bell sounded, and fell into step alongside Blake. She took a sip of her hot chocolate and reached into her navy blue hoodie pocket, swearing soon after. She was about to ask Peter for a pencil, but found he was already holding one out in front of her, as if expecting the question. She sent him a thankful smile, though it wasn't really a smile, because she was still kinda cold on the inside at that moment.

"Thanks Parker"

"No problem Adams" He responded easily, and came to a stop beside her when they reached their classroom. Several students were lined up outside, some flicking through notes and others looking like they were going to be sick. Blake looked over at Peter, who looked slightly pale. She couldn't stop the smirk from forming on her lips. 

Won't they be mad when they find out.

Miss Kim, the math professor rushed out of the classroom with bright red cheeks.She was a tubby woman, who had curly grey hair and thick spectacles on the edge of her round nose.She wore long dresses that hung off her body like a potato sack, which inexpertly hid her curves. Blake didn't mind her though, she wasn't as horrible as teachers go.

"I have some very important news that many of you will not be happy hearing."

The class went silent, all of them wide eyed and anxious. Miss Kim took a deep breath before clearing her throat.