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LAURA
Midtown Science High School was at the heart of Forest Hills where Peter resided. It was a scholastically inclined school by the looks of it, with the wide MHS posters and notices and its boasting about it being a STEM school. The kid must have the IQ of Einstein or direct descendant of the scientist to have enrolled in here. It triumphed its infrastructural wonder from the gates of the outside, despite it looking like a normal school. Besides, these poor kids had school on a Sunday so this must be a serious school.
When the final bell for school rang through, the heat of the midday sun started to burn through the back of my hoodie. Sin rustled with the heat so I moved under a nearby building's shade for a while.
Students poured out of the front door, chittering loudly in their respective social cliques and dispersing like an army of ants. It was easy to spot the brunette-haired boy in the crowd with Sin's help and starting a slow trail behind him.
Peter was accompanied by a short and stout boy who spoke enthusiastically about a television show that had taken the internet by a storm. When the topic took a turn at the Avenger's initiative, I scuttled closer behind a group of pedestrians and widened my earshot.
'Dude, remember that badass with the black webs?' the tan boy beside Peter spoke under his breath. 'Did you see him, again? Did you tell Mr. Stark?'
Did Peter see Malik? What did Tony Stark have to do with this? Before I could wonder how my question had been answered.
'That's not the worst part. It was like, he was infected or something,' Peter pondered out loud. His voice was tiny and sweet - like a child's. It made me want to go up to him and pet his curly hair.
Focus, Laura.
'Right,' I whispered sheepishly under my breath.
Careful, the boy's looking.
Using a hand I pulled the hood if Eddie's leather jacket over my cheek to shroud myself from his vision. When the coast was clear, I looked back at the duo who seemed to be indulged a deep conversation.
'Lady at six o' clock is onto us,' I heard Peter whisper quickly into the stout boy's ears. The boy shot me a fast glance and looked back at Peter with wide eyes. I was a few meters away from them yet, their conversation was as clear as day.
'She's so hot!'
'Ssh, I'm gonna' draw her in. Go home, Ned.'
'Okay bye.' With that, the boy named Ned left Peter with one last gaze my way and scrambling onto the street before the signal turned red. Peter took a sharp turn on his heels, shooting me another glimpse and vanishing to the left.
