Peter and Michelle

The dare

Third person pro

Ned and Peter were sitting at their usual table, on a beautiful Monday afternoon. They were both talking about random stuff, like they usually do. "-so, then we can get started on the Millenium Falcon model I got, right, and my mom said that I can stay over with you guys-". But but before Ned nd could finish peter had to ask Ned a very important question. "Ned," Peter interrupts for what has got to be at least the third time, running a hand through his curly hair. "Where's MJ?". Ned paused in his speech, and when his gleeful eyes meet his best friend's, Peter understood . Ned has been ranting for the effect, and he is clearly very excited about something. Whatever it is, the look of pure mischief cannot bode well for anyone; in this case, it cannot bode well for MJ. "Well," Ned begins, taking his sweet time to draw out his moment, "there was this bet, right?"
"Oh no" Peter mumbled as he slammed his head on the tables.Ned and Michelle always do these stupid bets. Usually it's Michelle betting for Ned to do something. "Yeah, I have no idea what you're talking about," Peter admits, shaking his head. He glances at the spot that MJ has been sitting at for almost two years. Right on the other side of the table, right in front of Peter. She sat there so she would have the optimal spot for stealing his food, and it is where they have come to expect her to be during their discussions so that she can either interject with a sarcastic comment or offhandedly end the whole debate in a single sentence. They've all grown to really love their lunch routine. And it kind of felt weird that she's not there right in that moment, it kind of threw Peter off.
Ned quickly opened up a plastic bag filled with grapes. "If you could of made it to Return of the King you would know exactly what I'm talking about". "But I didn't ," Peter presses, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. "So are you gonna tell me" he asked Ned. "MJ and I made a bet," Ned says smugly, putting a few grapes in his mouth at a time. "That never works out well for you, man," Peter cautions as he takes a bite of His sandwich . He says the next bit through a partially full mouth. "You never win, not with her. She remembers every line of every movie" he stated. "I won this one," Ned announces, and now Peter understands why his eyes are so devious. "She got a quote wrong, the one where Gandalf is saying goodbye to the hobbits. She forgot the part where he says 'at last,' and I got it right. She's probably sulking right now" Ned laughed out at his friends misery. Peter's own eyes shoot open, and he dropped his sandwich on his trey. "No way, man," he exclaims, and his eyes are wide and excited as he looked to Ned, who was practically preening. "What did you get her to do"Peter asked while taking a drink of his water.
The tradition following the bets is that whoever wins gets to make the loser do something uncomfortable. It can be embarrassing, like the time MJ forced Ned to ask at least five in-depth questions during the Sex Ed unit of PE, or it can just be uncomfortable, such as telling Ned he had to go a whole day at school wearing his shirt inside out. Or stupid shit like that! Peter isn't sure if there's anything in the world that would make MJ uncomfortable. There are things she's opposed to, sure, but she's got a self-assured nature that is extremely rare among their age group, or any age group, really. She's comfortable in her own skin, so what could Ned possibly have chosen? Ned's eyes lock on something over Peter's shoulders by the lunchroom doors. He grinned , and his voice is filled with glee. "That," he announced , and Peter turned to look.
When his eyes find MJ, he doesn't recognize her at first, and his eyes must be the size of saucers. She's MJ, and she's wearing one of her hoodies and has her hair thrown up in a bun the way that she does on days when she can't get it to listen. But she doesn't look like MJ, because she is wearing bright red lipstick, and full face of makeup! Peters jaw has dropped, and he probably looks like a frog as he Peter is pretty sure that his jaw has dropped, and he probably looks like a frog as he stares at her, but he can't help it. This is Michelle "Wore Pajamas to School for Picture Day" Jones, the one who rants to them constantly about the cruelty of animal testing in the cosmetic industry. He has never seen her do anything like this, and it is the least MJ thing he has ever seen. And to be honest, it kind of scared him.
MJ hears whispering, and she ducked her head as she slides into her spot beside Ned. "You're an asshole, Leeds. Finding cruelty-free makeup isn't easy. I spent like three hours looking for this stupid stuff, so if I fail today's Physics assignment it's your fault" she states. Though her words are as sharp as ever, Peter can tell that MJ is not as confident as she normally is. To anyone else, she might look the same as always. But today she is avoiding people's gazes where she normally would have stared them down, and her shoulders are slightly drawn together. When she looked up at Peter, Peter swears he can see a little hint of pink in her cheeks. Peter has never seen Michelle Jones uncomfortable before today. And he felt bad!
"Parker, I know that you have a frog mouth, but I'm pretty sure that watching it collect flies would be uncomfortable for those of us that aren't part amphibian," she muttered leaning over to pull her messenger bag closer to the table. Peter immediately closed his mouth, and as MJ reaches into her bag for a book, he turns to Ned. Ned is giving him what is his version of a smirk, and Peter is sure his eyes are still massive. When MJ turns, she has a copy of Heart-Shaped Box in her hands. Peter is certain she does not miss the look between them, but she does not say anything. MJ flips open the book, reaching over to steal a grape from Ned. He halfheartedly swats at her hand, so MJ grabs his pinky and applies just the right amount of pressure on it so that it is almost bending backward. Ned lets out a yelp and snatches his hand back, leaving the bag open so that MJ can take her fruit unhindered. No one says anything for a minute, and MJ looks up from her book with a stare that is somewhere between expectant and exasperated. "Is somebody gonna say something, or are you gonna keep gloating, Leeds" Michelle spits out.
"I'm not-" "You've got your chest puffed out like one of the mating turkeys in that documentary Harrington showed us last week." They had spent all of lunch that day making fun of the video, and Peter has to admit that the comparison was pretty accurate. Ned shuts his mouth.
Peter opens his mouth to talk about something, anything, when he hears an obnoxiously loud wolf-whistle from the table behind him. MJ stiffens, raising her book slightly to hide her face a bit more, but the damage seems to be done. Peter is shocked by this small action of hers... Why would she hide? MJ doesn't hide. She was nervous, and this made Peter pissed. Peter's eyes narrow as he realizes this, and he aims a glare behind him at Flash Thompson, who is smirking in their direction with several of his idiot friends. Thompson ignores his look and calls out, "Hey, Jones, who are you all dolled up for?"
Peter watches MJ's knuckles whiten slightly along the edge of her book as she clutches it tighter and takes a deep breath. However, she lowers the book slightly as she turns the page, pointedly not looking up at Flash as she slowly. "Don't see how that's any of your business, Eugene," MJ responds, and Ned nearly chokes on a grape. "Well, I mean, I can make it my business if you're free tonight" he replied back. It is Peter's turn to almost choke, but he doesn't have any food in his mouth. His eyes widen as he looks up at MJ, but she is not looking at him. She is fixing Flash with a cool stare that Peter would not ever like to be on the receiving end of.
"Nah, I've got plans," she responds, and Peter blinks several times. Most of the people at Flash's table and several bystanders are now watching the exchange. To them, MJ probably appears cool and unruffled, but Peter and Ned can see her white knuckles and locked muscles.Flash's smirk turns into a sneer, and Peter has to grip the table to keep himself from doing something he will not be able to take back. "You really expect me to believe that you have plans with someone else tonight?" Flash jeers. "I mean, really, who would take you out" Flash asked. Suddenly, Peter's body is moving of its own accord. Peter turns and is about to push up from the table, and punches flash right in the face.
The whole lunch became quite. " Peter, Michelle, and Flash, go to the office right now" yelled one of the teachers.
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Peter and Michelle slowly walks out of the office. "well it's only two days of detention" Peter fake laughed. "You so stupid Peter. I told you I can take care of myself"she said rolling her eyes. "I know but he really made me made. No one should treat a girl like that. And especially if that girl is you" he said looking at the ground. Michelle smiled "thanks loser".
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