two sided | peter parker

III | motive

『mo·tive | noun | a reason for doing something, especially one that is hidden or not obvious』

"YEAH, SOME PERIODS ARE ASSHOLES." Casually, Mr. Morrison, the teacher of the seniors' Calculus class spoke, a spoon of ice cream in his mouth as his legs hung over the edge of his desk. Mr. Morrison was a pretty chill dude, allowing a select few to call him by his first name, Zachary. He was a recent graduate of New York University, choosing this subject specifically.

When asked about it, he'd shrug and tilt his head, having a habit of pushing his slightly lengthy blond locks behind his ears or under his red cap. "I'd rather connect to a generation I understand and happen to be a part of rather than some meddlesome idiots that watch the Paul brothers." It had always been his answer, getting the question multiple times since he started teaching.

Believe it or not, for how reckless and young he was, he tended to be a good advice giver. He'd even offer to stay after class and help his students, taking up his own time that he could use to play some video games or actually take care of his priorities. Again, he'd been asked about it before. "Teachers at my high school never did it, especially when we needed it. I'd rather be the one you need than the useless one."

Either way, he was a way to kill time when it came to lunch. "What do you do in revenge?" Chip asked, biting into his sandwich. Currently, since the beginning of the school year, Y/n, Chip, and their latest friend, Ebony, had been spending time with Mr. Morrison during lunch. He didn't really care, as long as they cleaned up their mess afterwards.

The teacher grinned, letting the spoon hang in his mouth briefly as a empty ice cream tub was set next to him. "Oh, it's all made up in the final exam. I don't change the curriculum, but I put less questions. I mean, the county can control the curriculum I put on it and the requirements of each test, but not the amount I put or the order I put it in." 

Ebony looked up, fixing her golden rimmed glasses with circle shaped lenses, eating some of her ramen. "That sounds harsh, but something I'd do if I was you." Zachary grinned, taking his red cap and flipping it boredly, finished with his sweet treat. He leaned back in his chair, the wheels of the worn out chair squeaking slightly. "Eh, I'd rather serve their medicine in one giant dose."

Chip snorted, sipping from his water bottle while coins jingled in his pocket, the boy fishing for his phone that was shoved elsewhere in the depths of his pocket. "Makes sense, why waste your time serving small bits when you can pummel them with a bus?" He cocked an eyebrow with a tilt of his head, Y/n chuckling afterwards. "Agreed."

"Like that scene in Mean Girls where Regina George gets hit by a bus?" Ebony pointed her fork at Chip, looking in front of Y/n to see him since she sat right between them. The girl in the middle hid a smirk, relaxing back in her chair with a small laugh escaping her lips. "Exactly that, not to sound too murderous." The teacher mused, smiling.

The bell rang, hallways immediately filling with bustling noise, yells, cursing, and more. Students piled into the classroom, taking their self assigned seats and bickering shortly before another bell rang, signaling that class had started up once again. Zachary took out a stack of papers, waving it in the air.

"So, we can either do these worksheets or do a Kahoot game? If you shut the fuck up, we'll do a Kahoot. If you don't, we're taking a pop quiz and you can take a fifteen paged packet home." He easily negotiated, a sly grin on his face as the students immediately fell silent in his favor, choosing the Kahoot game. 

The catchy theme of Kahoot popped up, some students ignoring it and using their phone for something else. Zachary didn't really care, seeing that it was their grades that would cost the consequences in the end. Ebony, on the other hand, was one of them, but didn't need the review. She merely pulled up her phone, taking pictures of the notes to send it to Y/n and Chip.

"Thanks, Ebony." Chip clicked his tongue, snapping his left hand at her before returning back to his phone to ignore the review game and play Paper.io on his phone. As ignorant or foolish Chip tended to be when it came to topics of common sense, he was incredibly good at logic puzzles or complex work, his brain seemed to kick into gear when it came to competitions and puzzles.

Ebony just nodded, chewing on her bottom lip before going on to YouTube, watching a video of Spider-Man himself being filmed as he saved another pedestrian, the usual. "I swear, he grows to be more of a hero each time. I mean, three years ago, he stopped a bus with his bare hands!" She said, catching the attention of the girl beside her and Charlie.

"Who? Oh, Spider-Man." Y/n spaced out, snapping back to reality at the yell to peek over at Ebony's phone, smiling fondly at the sight of her boyfriend. Charlie threw his head back, a groan escaping his lips. "Forget weird superheroes, I really want some caramel popcorn." He whined, tapping his foot on the floor of the classroom.

"We can go to the arcade after school, Chip. Maybe even stop at the mall? I need to go on a sweater shopping spree again." She fished her wallet out, a wad of twenty dollars adding up to sixty tucked into its leather fold. The straight haired female sighed, a pout on her lips as she leaned on the chair. "Look at all you rich people."

"More like stressed with supervising parents that expect you to be independent at like, the age of sixteen." He shrugged, continuing to whine and groan for the next thirty minutes until the dismissal bell rang. Mr. Morrison dismissed them boredly, saying goodbye while Ebony went to catch a ride with her older sister, Madison, waving and leaving the two.

"I'll totally crush you at Mario Kart," Chip suddenly spoke, the two on their way to the mall with their backpacks slung over their backs, homework stashed inside. Some crumpled up papers took space in Chip's backpack, Y/n surprisingly making an effort last week to make sure her backpack seemed organized to at least find stuff in it. 

"I'd like to see you try," The girl muttered, rolling her eyes. He flashed a smile, cockily wigging his eyebrows at her as they got into his sleek jade colored car. "Oh, I won't try. I'll win, promise you that."