'Shit, shit, shit!' Peter thought as he sprinted after the steadily retreating bus, the buildings becoming blurry as he passed them. He knew the bus driver had had to have seen him, so why the hell was it not stopping?! Eventually, Peter stopped, bent over, and leant on his knees to catch his breath. He knew he shouldn't be so surprised. This was the third time this week that this had happened. He took a deep breath and stood up straight. He needed to start running again if he wanted to get to school on time.
"Hey! Short stack! Need a lift?"
Peter turned to the voice, and saw none other than Wade Wilson sitting on his motorcycle, a helmet covering his face like always. The bus had left him three times this week, but Wade had only offered him a ride twice.
"Never from you!" Peter scoffed, rolled his eyes, and prepared to start running once more.
"C'mon, sweetcheeks. Humor me. Or does the bike scare you?"
Damn Wade, always knowing how to get under Peter's skin. This would not be the second time he got a ride from Wade Wilson. Before he could stop himself, though, Peter found himself walking to the bike and hopping on the back of it.
"Your stupid bike doesn't scare me one bit."
"Ouch, baby. Insult me all you want, but never the bike."
"Just drive, Wade."
"You don't drive a bike, nerd, you ride-"
"Just go!"
Maybe Peter shouldn't have pushed him. If he hadn't, Wade likely wouldn't have accelerated, Peter wouldn't have let out a shrill yelp or wrap his arms around Wade, like a koala does to a branch, for dear life.
"Shit, shit, shit! Slow down!"
Wade just let out a loud laugh.
"I'm sorry! I'm pretty sure it was you who told me to 'just go!'" Wade's voice climbed an octave higher as he mocked Peter's voice.
"Fuck you!"
"Ouch, baby boy, you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
"My mother's dead, asshole!"
The comment didn't deter Wade, though.
"Hey, so's mine!"
Peter just let out a huff and shook his head. Not the best way to start off a Friday morning, but he supposed it could be worse.
When they got to the school, Peter was quick to hop off the back of Wade's bike. He didn't want anyone to think he was associated with Wade, let alone friends with him. And, he knew that if Flash saw him with Wade, he'd accuse him of being a faggot in the hallway. Peter honestly didn't need more reasons for Flash to hate his existence more than he already did.
"Leaving so soon, baby boy?"
"I gotta get to class. And, my name's Peter."
"Okay. See you later, Petey."
"It's Peter."
