𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 ━ p. parker [O.H]

iii. an unexpected conversation

CHAPTER THREE 
❝ AN UNEXPECTED CONVERSATION. ❞

THE MOST EVENTFUL THING I HAD EXPECTED TO HAPPEN ON THE FIRST DAY BACK AT SCHOOL WAS FINDING OUT FLASH HAD FOUND A GIRLFRIEND OVER SUMMER BREAK.

But, hell, I was so wrong. An hour into the day, and I had almost faced death. And by death, I didn't mean getting an A instead of an A+ in Chemistry. By death, I meant being strangled by a deranged, Mr Hyde-like creature.

A majority of the Midtown High students who took the bus were douchebags, most of whom hadn't previously seemed to care of my existence, but minutes had passed and everyone had rushed to my side, bombarding me with 'are you okay?'s and frankly I was quite surprised I hadn't lost my mind at that point. Of course I wasn't okay; I, an asthmatic, had just been strangled and nearly killed by a freak of nature. I was anything but okay.

Fortunately, I was an actress — if you counted re-enacting scenes from Fight Club in the shower as being an 'actress' — and I didn't want to lose my reputation of being 'the tough girl' so I had bitten my tongue and nodded at them with fake smiles.

I handled the situation pretty well but before I could be harassed with any more questions, the flickering lights and the sound of sirens had come to my aid. I stood up from where I was slumped and walked over to the shattered window, careful to avoid the sharp border of what was left of it. Outside, stood around five to six emergency vehicles, ready to escort us back to the hellhole called school.

❖

MATH WAS DRAINING THE LIFE OUT OF ME. Listening to an annoying teacher blabber on about quadratics was not what I needed after my traumatic experience, but unfortunately I never got what I wanted.

"Oi!"

I lifted my head up from scribbling down everything on the board to look at Ashleigh, who was sitting next to me.

"Parker's staring at you." she whispered.

I paused to turn around and look at Peter Parker, who sat three rows behind us. Having noticed that I was looking at him, he quickly turned his attention back to Mrs Lodge rambling on in her monotonous tone.

"Miss González!"

I quickly snapped out of observing Peter and looked forward at where the particularly annoying voice had come from.

"Is there something more interesting than my lesson?" Mrs Lodge asked, her voice more irritating than usual.

I panicked and dropped my pen onto the floor. Getting told off by a teacher on the first day of school was not what I needed when the chance of getting an internship at Hayes Industries was at hand. 

"No, Mrs Lodge. I'm sorry." I responded as I glanced at her nervously.

She shook her head and brushed it off, going back to her teaching. I sighed in relief and slumped back into my chair.

That was one close call. 

❖

I HATED WAITING. It was a real pain in the ass, having nothing to do while you stood in a queue for a solid hour to get food which in the end, tasted like shit.

"Hey."

I turned around from my irritated state to find Peter Parker standing behind me.

"Hey." I responded in a quizzical tone, unsure why the boy who had only spoken to me during peer activities was interacting with me. It was strange, the way he had been looking at me during Math and now how he had approached me now.

"How was your break?" He asked.

I looked at Peter, unable to read him. He was tapping his fingers on the lunch tray he was holding, unable to keep still.

"What do you need, Parker?" I sighed, coming to the conclusion that he probably needed help with an assignment.

Peter looked taken back as he tilted his head to the side. "Ah- I- I just wanted to talk but if not, I can, uh, leave."

I looked at him, a bit guilty that I had scared him off. "No, uh, I'm sorry. Today just hasn't been a good day."

Peter smiled, a little relieved that I had apologized. "Uh, that's what I wanted to talk to you about."

I stopped, unsure what to say. "You mean, the incident... on the bus?"

"Yeah. That thing, it sounded like something bad. Do you know what it was?"

"Look, Peter. I was on that bus but I don't really care what that thing was. I'm just happy I made it out alive. In fact, why do you care?"

Peter pursed his lips together and shook his head. "You know what, uh, never mind. I'll talk to you later." He said, walking away abruptly.

"Wait! Peter!" I called after him but the boy didn't stop. I huffed and returned back to waiting by myself in the long queue which hadn't moved an inch, trying to take my mind off of what had happened.

But the lingering thought of the conversation being strange never left my head. Why would Peter Parker care about the incident? Why would any normal Midtown High student care?

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