5 ~ Detention

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Your POV

In the middle of chemistry class, I get a text from our group chat.
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Peter😂💗
Hey guys! Are we still
meeting up for lunch?

Ned🤓🤟🏻
Yea, Y/N? You in?

Y/N
Sure! Please tell me lunch isn't
gross today 😬

Peter😂💗
I packed you a lunch, today
is fish sticks, and I know how much
you hate sea food 😂

MJ 👑🕶
Gosh, get a room!

Ned 🤓🤟🏻
Peter, you're blushing so hard 😂

Ned 🤓🤟🏻
You can't hide behind your
biology binder lol! I saw you!

Peter 😂💗
Shut up Ned!

Y/N
Nerds lmao 😂

"MISS KING!! Texting in class? Im sure you'd like to share with the rest of your chemistry peers!" Screamed Mr.Jiles.

I went red and looked up with my eyes open so wide. "Uhhh I'm so sorry! It was about lunch, and I already finished my assignmen-"

"Oh shut it. Lunch detention, today. Hand in your assignment." He said in a calmer tone, extending his arm, taking my phone, and waiting for me to hand him my assignment.

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Peters POV

Where is she? I've texted her dozens of times, she wouldn't have left, right?

I pace next to the table as someone speaks up;

"Peter, sit down. I'm sure she's fine. Did you check the last class she was in? She's probably in there." MJ said while munching on her Sun Chips.

I didn't reply, I just grabbed her lunch and hurried down to the east corridor. I don't know why I was so worried, I'm sure she's at school somewhere, but every second I don't spend with her feels like another she's in that coma.

I walk past the detention class room and towards Mr.Jiles's class.

Empty.

I walk back with my head down, thinking about all of the unopened texts she has from me, why wouldn't she be answering. That's when I look up and see her.

Head on her hands, twisting her hair around her finger, in detention.

Her backpack sits next to her, and there's a few other kids scattered about the room. I quickly get down, and peek around the lockers, so the teacher can't see me, but Y/N can.

She looks up and makes eye contact with me, and smiles, putting her hand over her mouth to keep herself from giggling.

She's really cute, even in detention.

Your POV

Damn it Parker. He's going to get himself in troub-

"MR.PARKER" shouts Mr.Jiles, towards the door. Guess peter wasn't cautious enough at hiding, and I couldn't resist laughing.

"Ye-uh-yes, yes sir?" He said nervously, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, walking into plain sight. Everyone looks up at the scene.

"Sit down. One word, and it's a week more for both of you." No wonder nobody likes Jiles.

He sits 2 seats away from me, and slips me the lunch he made for me as he passes me. Thank god, because I'm starving.

*ringringlol*

As soon as we step outside the classroom, I slap his arm playfully, and he suddenly looks over and starts laughing at me.

"Peter!! That's going to go on your record! God you're an idiot." I say, yelling, but smiling.

"Anything to spend more time with you" He said laughing through puppy dog eyes.

"Shut it, I don't wanna hear it. I've got AP English to get to, it's on the other side of the school and I'm gonna be late.

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I rush out of school and walk to my favorite coffee shop, throw down a five dollar bill, grab my latte, and rush out to the fire escape leading to my apartment. Mags was never home at this time, so she wouldn't notice me leaving in a black suit.

I chug the rest of my grande hazelnut latte before I jump out of the fire escape, and admire the new set of tools I engineered early at school this morning. I've got a grappling hook gun, not tested but I'm trying my skills, a stun belt, where when I touched it, it connected with my mask and locked on target and stunned my opponent, and black gloves that covered my fingertips, and my palms, with a bit of metal over the knuckles for hard punches.

I'm glad you're finally willing to do some damage.

Damn, the voice again. Maybe I am. I was angry for being stuck in a coma, angry for causing my loved ones pain, the least I could do was pay my own bills.

I pull out of thought when I hear footsteps progressing towards me. A strong arm wraps around my throat and the other holds to my arms to my sides.

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