The Fraud: a Spider-Man fanfiction

//8-THE SCHOOL//

High school: the place where creativity, freedom of thought, and individuality came to die. Rose had forgotten what was like to go to a real school, since the incident, she had dropped out and had been homeschooled for the last six months, today she would be coming back. It couldn't be that bad.

Liz's father had driven them that morning, as she got out of the car she realized how big Midtown actually was. She followed Liz inside, passing through two glass doors. The hallway was filled with students and several teachers were passing by, Liz guided her through the crowd and up the stairs to Liz's locker on the second floor.

"We'll be taking the same classes," Liz explained, she gave Rose a printed piece of paper with her schedule on it, "so you won't get lost, you'll end up getting accustomed to it anyway. Your locker is number 368, so it must be quite close from here, the numbers are written in the back of the schedule."

Rose looked at the locker Liz had, it was number 341, she went down the hallway until she found hers, she opened it and stored all the books she wouldn't be needing for the first period. The bell rang and made her jump.

"You okay?" Liz laughed.

"Yeah," she nodded.

She followed Liz again to the first floor, always focused on the people around here that might be suspicious. They reached the classroom number 167 when almost everyone was inside. She recognized several familiar faces including Mary Jane and Harry's friend whose name she didn't know yet.

"Hey, new girl," someone called as she sat on the desk Liz had saved for her, he was an extremely tall guy with brown hair.

"Oh get lost, Charlie," Liz rolled her eyes at the boy.

"Come on, I just want to make some new friends," he turned to Rose again, "Charlie Weiderman, but you can call me anytime," his friends laughed in the back.

"That pick up line is as old as that zit in your forehead," Rose said calmly, Charlie said nothing and went back to his seat.

"Girl you got an attitude," Mary Jane said from behind her.

Rose recognized Charlie Weiderman's name on the list of students Norman had given her. Could a person with that attitude ever risk his life to allegedly save people? Or even be capable of keeping a secret identity? His figure didn't even resemble the one in Spider-Man's pictures. She took out her phone and opened the copy of names Norman had given her, she crossed out the second name on her list, only thirty-one names left.

"Good morning, kids," a middle-aged woman entered the room and left her bag on the desk, she had curly dark hair and narrow eyes, her skin was pale and gave Rose a ghost bride vibe, the teacher noticed Rose and introduced herself, "you must be the new exchange student, my name is Lynn Nelson and I'll be your AP US history teacher this semester."

"Nice to meet you," Rose answered respectfully, "I'm Rose Chandler."

The rest of the class went by boringly, she tried as much as she could to pay attention to the class and make as many notes as possible, she had to prepare herself if she wanted to become top class. In regards to the list, she couldn't cross out any more names in that class since she knew only one boy by name.

History finally ended and the bell rang, letting the crowd of students out of their classes like cattle.

Liz waited for her next to her locker and guided her to the next class: honors physics.

"Wait, I'm taking honors physics too?" Rose freaked out, "I'm not even that good, I'm like mediocre physics."

"You don't need to be modest, still, you have to take the same classes as me and you're a top student, right?" The pressure of pretending to be a genius was heavier than spying every single male junior student.

"Yeah, it's just that I'm not that good. I think I'm gonna need help to keep up with the rest."

"Don't worry, I think I have just the person that can help you."

They entered the Physics classroom just as the bell rang, not scaring Rose this time. Liz pointed at a seat and Rose took it, the rest of students entered and almost every seat was taken. Liz approached the person sitting next to Rose, she noticed it was Peter, the guy they had run into at the Thai restaurant.

"Hey Peter," Liz called him with a smile, the boy was summed doodling in his notebook and looked up shyly.

"Hey Liz," he managed to articulate. His voice was quite deep, he had a square jawline, with peach colored skin and a couple of freckles, his hair was smooth in short waves.

"This is my friend Rose," she pointed at her friend, and she smiled, "she's new and not that good at Physics, and, since you're really good I was wondering if you could help her."

"Yeah, yeah, sure," that boy clearly had communication problems.

"Thanks," Liz said with a smile and went back to her seat. The teacher entered the room and the same protocol went through like in history.

"This is honors, and we're pretty deep into the subject," Ms. Warren explained, "so if you get lost or need any help you can ask a near classmate, like Parker or Leeds," she pointed at Peter and another boy sitting in front of him.

"Hi, I'm Ned," Leeds turned around to face her and introduce himself, he was the Hawaiian guy she had seen with Peter and Harry the day the fire happened.

"Ned as in Edward?" Rose asked, she didn't remember anyone named Ned on the list, but she did remember someone with the last name Leeds.

"Yeah but everyone calls me Ned."

Not him either, Rose thought and crossed out the third name on her list.

It was supposed that P.E. was her third class, but Liz announced that the principal had given them permission to skip that lesson.

"We have a committee meeting on the third period," Liz explained. They walked to the third floor and found the Arts classroom.

"Committee of what?"

"Our annual Christmas Dance," she said enthusiastically, "Black and Gold Masquerade."

"Look who decided to show up," said a guy, it was the guy he had seen Harry with at the pizza place. He was a Latino boy with curly brown hair and an oversized football jacket.

"Shut your face, Flash," answered Liz. Flash? Rose wondered if anyone here got called their real names.

There were at most ten people in that class, and they had arranged the chairs in a circle, Rose took a seat between Liz and Gwen.

"So, we finally got a checked budget, but only if we make the dance here," a blonde girl with straight hair announced from her seat.

"Here? At the gym?" Another girl asked and the blonde nodded.

"Yep, and it's still quite expensive, around $35.000."

"Betty you're crazy," Flash spat.

"September is just finishing, we've still got until December, and we already have like $15.000 saved."

Rose wasn't even paying attention to whatever Betty Brant and the other members of the committee were discussing. A school dance was the last of her worries.

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