Ajax is just a junior in high school, just there to get in and get out. She keeps to herself and stays behind the scenes but that changes when she's assigned to work with Peter Parker on a project. She's had her eyes on him since freshman year but n...
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It was now the next morning. Peter and Ajax had studied and started typing up their report and he walked her home as usual. She fell asleep with the largest smile on her face, nothing else mattering. But, the smile was gone now, her phone nuzzled between her shoulder and her ear as she talked to Asshat.
"I need a note for gym."
"What for?" He asks.
"Let's not do this. You said call if I need something and I need a note for gym." Ajax says as she locates her shoes.
"Is something going on?" He asks.
"No." Ajax answers.
"Did you do something?"
"No."
"It's like talking to a brick wall." He mumbles. "Why do you need the note?"
Ajax groans as she stands from her bed and slides her backpack onto her shoulders. "Okay, yeah I did something but it's not what you think and I just need a note, alright? I'm asking for help and you said yourself that's the first step. I could hang up and say fuck it."
"I can't write you a note unless you tell me why."
"You always wanna butt in and help and now that I'm asking, you don't want to?" Ajax retorts as she heads to her kitchen.
"Listen," His voice grows stern with the demanding word. "I'm not just going to write you notes-"
"Oh my god." Ajax cuts him off with a groan. "I burned myself and Peter saw it and it's gonna look real fucking weird if I show up to gym today and it looks a hundred times better than it should, right? So unless you wanna start explaining to him why I go from blistering to-"
"How the hell did you burn yourself?"
"Art." She answers shortly, grabbing the large container of goldfish and a plastic baggie.
"Art? Seriously?" His voice laces with accusations.
"Yeah, but not like you'd give a shit about it. Look it up. You use gunpowder or smoke."
He sighs on the other end of the phone, fingers squeezing the bridge of his nose. "Alright, I'll pick you up."
"Uh, no? People are gonna see. I don't need them knowing I know you, alright? Bad enough to teachers and office know." Ajax rolls her eyes as she finishes pouring the goldfish into the bag.
"Why are you so difficult?" The question was rhetorical but Ajax had to answer.
"I'm a teenager. It's what I do. It's basically in my job description. And you're not exactly the easiest person to get along with either. So," She grabs her keys from her pocket and heads for the door. "what's your excuse?"
"I'll get it dropped off at the office."
"Thanks." She responds before hanging the phone up and exiting her home, locking the door behind her.
