Happy Accidents {highschool ironstrange uwo}

Part 1

"Tony!"

After thirty minutes of waiting for the kid, I finally saw him hightailing it up the stairs, right to where I sat on the bleachers. He hopped up and balanced on the row behind, hopping back down and sitting next to me. He was usually a lot later than this. I was kinda proud.

"Hey, kid," I crossed my arms and smirked, "I've only been waiting 30 minutes this time, good job."

"So that leaves us?" he grinned real wide and sat up straighter in excitement.

"Leaves us an hour and a half," I watched him reach for his backpack, which fell underneath the bleachers while he was doing his little balancing act, "Maybe we'll have some free time after we finish your work."

He scuffed his sneakers against the cement and unzipped his bag, "Alriiight, I know, we'll finish this time."

Peter was a freshman who I was assigned to help out after school. I was considered one of the "unlucky" ones because I was chosen, which pretty much is just a reason for the dumb kids to feel good about themselves. Not that I was excited to teach a little freshman how high school works or anything, I was actually kind of mad about the whole set up. Teachers get to go home while I stay and teach a 14 year old for free? Not fair, but, as usual, they got their way because they claimed it would be a "good learning experience" and could help freshman "adjust to the highschool environment". Eugh.

Anyway, despite wanting to go do my own thing after school, I'm kind of happy I met Peter. He's a much better friend than most of my friends from my class.

He took out his physics homework first, of course, that's mostly what he needed me for, "Oh, yeah, umm," he mumbled, "We were taught this today, I don't really get it."

I just nodded and started to explain how its done, or how I do it. It was really kind of easy, but I wasn't about to tell poor Peter that.

We just about finished 5 subjects of homework in four and a half hours, yes, I know, that's a lot more than an hour and a half, counting frequent "five-minute" breaks that normally took at least 15 minutes. Peter finally said that's all he had.

"Did you see the new guy in your class?" Peter asked. What?

"How come you know more about my class than I do?" I scoffed, "Who's this kid?"

"I think his name's Stephen Strange, I heard someone making jokes about it," Peter sighed, "I hope that he didn't hear them."

"Alright, did you see him? What's he look like?" I never realized this guy existed? Usually new people stood out, I didn't understand.

"He's... um.. Tall," Peter fiddled with his pencil case a little, "Kind of grumpy looking, a little scary, brown hair with grayish streaks that kinda fall over his face like," he dangled his fingers over his left eye awkwardly, "that."

"Never saw the guy," Where was he? I didn't even see him at lunch. I couldn't notice a tall guy?

It was starting to get dark, it was mid-September and the days were getting a little shorter. I realized before Peter did, "I think you should go home, stay any later and Aunt May'll be on my ass about it," I paused to put some of his books away, "See ya tomorrow, kid."

"Bye, Tony!" he zipped his backpack up and sprung back to his feet, "She won't be mad! I'll just tell her I got detention or something."

God, this kid will literally do anything for me, "Nah, you don't have to, tell her the truth, it'll be easier on you,"

"Okay Tony!" he ran off, out of the football field and toward home.

I headed in the same direction, but toward the school instead. I left my stuff in the hall. Half expecting it to be gone, I found it right where I left it, thank god, but I also found something else. A guy who looked to be my age leaning against the wall. I've never seen him in my life. He was a lot hotter than I'd like to admit, tall, like probably 6 foot, kind of gave off a grumpy i-dont-give-a-shit vibe, with brown hair that had gray streaks in- Wait a minute.

(tbh some of these will be short sorry)