A supertale Of New York

Part 3

5 minutes later the bell rang for first period , you looked at the map and schedule to see where you were headed next. Ugh . Literally as far way from where you were now, as you could get. As you looked out the windows in the hallway you could swear you saw a red and blue flash across the playground. Weird. Probably glitter in your eye or something. You made it to 08:30 chemistry class .

You weren't looking forward to this class. Science really wasn't your strong point. You filed into the room along with the other students and just copied them , putting your bag down in the tray , remembering to take your phone out first (after all, you didn't know how boring this class was gonna get) everybody else sat down and you were left just sort of floating, not really knowing where to go next . Someone tapped you on the shoulder and you spun around in mild terror . A tall smiley girl stood behind you , tying up her long blue-black hair whilst saying "hey ! Are you the new girl?"

She didn't even wait for a response before beaming "I'm Chandra! I'm supposed to look after you! " and squeezed your arm . Was now a good time to tell her about your hatred for physical contact? " oh great! Hi I'm y/n!" You tried to match her level of happiness. "Here ! Come sit with me! " she pulled you to a table at the front of the room that had three spaces, all empty. She sat to the left and you sat in the middle . The teacher for this class didn't even acknowledge you, thank god. You'd had plenty of attention today.

About 20 minutes Into the lesson, the door swung open and crashed in to a table . To your surprise, peter ran in, all red faced and sweaty and out of breath. Your chest thudded a lot louder that usual. He also looked like he was half dressed .... what? And then it dawned on you. He must be dating someone . He was clearly off having fun with somebody in the store cupboard or some shit. God damn it. Oh well. There was hope for a minute. He chucked his bag onto the pile in the corner and then he looked straight at you . A huge grin erupted on his face and he shuffled to sit next to you whilst profusely apologising to the teacher.

"Hey y/n ! How are you doing? What did the principal want you for?" He questioned, still grinning like the Cheshire Cat. No surprise. If you'd just got lucky at school you'd be smiling too. "I'm good, he just wanted to give me my schedule and stuff. Why are you so out of breath? "you asked him in a slightly suggestive tone . "Oh I just i uh ... r-ran here" he stuttered . Ok peter... I'll take your word for it .

Last lesson of the day. Your schedule told you to head for the humanities block. History was your final subject . You opened your phone and went to message all your friends, they were probably waking up around now. As you scrolled through Facebook you saw the street your aunts house was on, come up in "trending" you click on the article . "Huge robbery this morning at 7/11 on 9th street" you skimmed the article and saw many worrying statements , like, "14 injured" "shots fired" "six children" the video attached showed "local hero" Spider-Man fighting masked people with guns & chains , this all looked a bit scary , you texted your aunt just to make sure she was safe . 

You were a little early for history so you sat on the floor by the lockers. Before long, you were joined by badass girl from homeroom . "Oh hi! You know I didn't catch your name earlier...." you tried you best to seem like you weren't slightly scared of her . "I didn't throw it " she said with a slight chortle . That was a good one, you liked this girl. "Well I'm y/n" you snorted while laughing at her previous joke . "Jadara" the bell rang and you and Jadara stood up and walked into the classroom.

History flew by, you sat next to a kid with chin length pink hair and they were pretty cool . Their name was Hyo and they played basketball . They were wearing blue contact lenses because it made them look like their favourite anime character and they were four months younger than you .you spent pretty much the whole of history whispering to each other , you got their number as you walked out of class. Your first proper friend. Well , there was peter but.. you'd hoped that would be something more, and considering he's clearly taken, you'd better focus your energy on someone else.