skulls

002, A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS!

SKULLS / CHAPTER TWO
A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS!

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SILAS MENTALLY SLAMS HIS HEAD ON THE DESK when he realises 'homework' is written in very large font on the smart board at the front of the class. After eating a lot of food last night and thinking about goddamn Lycra-Man too much, he eventually fell asleep without so much as a second glance towards the chewed-up sheet of paper used to support the uneven table leg.

Their teacher slowly circles around the desks like a shark in a suit and a comb-over, brutally tearing the homeworkless students to shreds (not completely metaphorically) with a toothy smile.

"Do you... Do you have the bio homework?" comes a whisper from Silas' left, and he turns his head to look at the shy boy next to him.

To say Peter Parker was awkward was the understatement of the century. He was like lab scientists had taken the most awkward person ever to exist in the universe and injected him with even more sheer awkwardness, and then thrown him out into the dog-eat-dog world of high school.

"The homework? No, I don't. Sorry." Silas shrugs apologetically, before focusing on the scratched desk in front of him.

Silas feels infinitesimally bad as Peter exhales and joins him in staring down at the desk kindly informing him of the fact that 'MJ is a FREAK!!!' or some girl (presumably) that Silas had never heard of and frankly, didn't care about had a 'perfect chest' in slightly less morally acceptable words.

"Sorry, I just forgot about it last night and I need to keep my grades up."

"What were you doing that was so imperative last night?" Silas quirks an eyebrow upwards, smirking as he imagines the potential 'important things' he could have been doing.

"Watching..." He trails off and Silas pulls a face of mock horror, imagining Peter Parker, of all people, sat alone in the dark with his laptop on. "...Re-runs of America's Got Talent!"

Silas' mock horror turns into real horror at the infinitely worse thought of Peter Parker watching those crappy excuses for evening TV programmes. He had such respect (at least) for him, but he watches that for entertainment?

"You're joking. You are actually, genuinely, completely joking. You were not watching America's Got Talent last night, you were watching literally any other show apart from that disgustingly cringy pile of--"

"Mr. Maine?" booms a voice, and Silas turns to see their teacher towering over him, glaring down over his not-at-all-clean mustache.

"Yes, sir?" Peter squeaks in his position, and Silas closes his eyes in a mental facepalm at the weak attempt for the boy trying to stand up for him - Silas doesn't need people trying to protect him, he can do that himself.

"Not you, Mr. Parker. Mr. Maine. Homework. Now."

Mustering up every shred of courage in his body, Silas turns to the teacher and leans back in his chair, feeling the sudden foreign contact of Peter's arm unwillingly supporting his shoulder blade. "I don't have it."

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Silas kicks the table leg as he sits in detention, waiting for the time to finally pass by and let him free. He has far too many things to procrastinate at home, rather than sat in a grimy classroom with nothing to do and nobody to ignore.

Unfortunately (although it's not like Silas really wants to care), Peter went down for trying to 'distract a figure of authority', and so he's sat at a desk to Silas' left, drumming a pencil on the desk to break the silence.

They're the only two students involuntarily in the detention room; the aforementioned 'freak' MJ - for the record, Silas doesn't think she's that bad - is sketching something in a large A4 notepad, occasionally glancing up at Peter (to judge proportion, maybe)?

Silas sighs forcefully, loud enough to make Peter jump and MJ look up in surprise, before silently sliding down in his chair and hooking his wrist around his backpack, before pulling it towards him and standing up slowly.

It takes Peter a second to catch onto what he's doing, but when he realises Silas' plan for a pretty risky escape, he proceeds to gesture violently, trying to deter him from the idea. Of course, Silas seems to think he's better than Peter, and as he rolls his eyes and pulls the door handle down, Peter's phone begins to ring, causing their supervisor to jump up and glare at Silas until he slopes back to his seat.

Just another eternity to go.

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