"Choose a partner!" Ms. Wentworth shouts at us in the room. My eyes immediately flick to Gwen, but she's already paired up with Harry. Slowly scanning the crowd, I look for someone who doesn't have a partner yet, only to find that the only person left is sitting across the aisle from me, running his finger up his nose like he always is. I guess it became a habit.
"Partners?" He asks unsurely, making eye contact with me.
"No other choice," I respond crisply, turning back to my paper. Peter Parker! PETER FRICKIN PARKER! Why?!
"You will be working with this person for the rest of the year," Ms. Wentworth announced. "You'll be writing a story together, learning to collaborate with others and build writing skills. Your theme: CONFUSION. Your character will be working through a problem that is new to him or her. He or she will struggle to find a way to overcome it. Your story can be about anything from love to super villains. Be creative. That's what creative writing class is for."
I internally groan. Love? Confusion? What is this? I prefer science. Cold, hard facts. Human interaction is pointless. We'll all die anyways, what's the point?
"I was thinking..." Peter says, trailing off.
"See, know that's where you're wrong. Your brain is so small, it's incapable of forming a coherent thought," I retort coldly.
"We could do it on a kid who has an impossible choice: be who he wants to be or be who others need him to be," Peter suggests quietly, ignoring what I said.
"Or how about we write our own stories and then have someone else choose," I reply, not wanting to work with Peter. "And then the one that wins will be edited by the loser."
Betrayal, frustration, and sadness seem to flash through his eyes as he hesitantly answers, "Okay."
Nodding my head, I grab my stuff and walk out of the class as the bell rings. Ideas of what to do rush through my mind. I could do a simple hero-super villain thing, but I have to beat Parker. I will not lose against him. He's been tormenting me for years, this is my payback. I'll show him who's smarter, and, therefore, who's always right. Smarter people make better decisions.
"Hey!" Gwen shouts from behind me, rushing to catch up. "What's wrong with you?"
"What do you mean?" I ask, playing innocent.
"Play nice, Vickie. He's cute," she replies, walking in the other direction to her class.
"No he's not!" I shout after her, drawing the attention of many. I roll my eyes and turn around.
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Brunettes ♡ p. Parker
Fanfiction"I hate brunettes." "You are one." "Your point?" A love story, you could call it. A love story between two brunettes. He's perfect, and she's broken. He's had a crush on her, and she hates him. He's a hero, and she becomes a villain. He's Peter Park...
