Iron Boy [Peter Parker x Male Reader]

Chapter Four

It was the last period of the day and I just couldn't wait to get out and go home.
Great, now I'm calling it home.
The bell finally rung.
"Alright everybody, don't forget to hand in those papers and have a terrific Tuesday!" the teacher said as everybody went to get up and leave.
Mj came up to me.
"I have art club after school, but after that you wanna hit the sub shop on Springfield?"
"Ohh...they have the best sandwiches...Yes, I'm down. I'll meet you in front of the school in an hour. Okay?"
She nodded then walked off to the art classroom. I was walking towards the exit when someone caught me by the arm. It was Mrs. Washington, the principle.
"Can I help you?"
"My office. Now."
Ugh. That was so cliche and predictable. I hate when people say stuff like that.
I followed her into her office, she shut the door and I sat down in front of her desk. She sat down opened a drawer and pulled out a thick file.
She set it in front of me.
"Do you know what this is?" she asked.
"A file?" I said, acting completely serious.
She glared at me for a moment. Then opened it.
"It's your record. The school requires that we open one for each student that enters the school, long term or short. You've been here two days and this is what it's accumulated to."
I winced. That's thick for two days.
"First item, openly insulted peers, swore, and humiliated the teacher in Advanced Biology. Your first class. On your first day."
"Mr. Buterr was listening to all that?"
"Yes, apparently. Moving on, second item: Cut class. Twice. In the same day."
I pursed my lips and started to look around the room.
"Item three: Left school the period before lunch and traveled all the way to Springfield Boulevard in Queens, only to come back with a sandwich and eat it for lunch."
"I swear, they have like the best subs in NYC."
She met my eyes, then looked back down to the file.
"Item four: So called 'pantsed' Larry Buterr in the hallway-"
"Okay, that was funny."
"-while he wasn't wearing underwear..."
"It's not my fault his mom still dresses him that way."
"Item four-"
"Five. You already said four."
"Item five: Hacked into the school cafeteria and bought everyone free lunch."
"People love me for that."
"Item six: Made a robot in Robotics class that broke Larry Buterr's nose, and exploded in the back of the room."
"Hey, I paid for all the repairs. Including Larry's nose."
"Item seven: Replaced coach's Captain America's Workouts with...oh my god...lesbian porn tapes."
"...I have nothing to say for that one..."
"Ite-"
"Except that it was hot."
"Item eight- Skipped your class before lunch and turned the cafeteria into a rave, somehow without the lunch ladies noticing."
"That party was awesome."
"Leading me to item nine: During Home Ec you spiked the juice you learned how to make for that class."
"That was the funnest class we ever had."
"The whole class was drunk?"
"And we learned the most about life in that class."
"Item ten: Put gallons of eye drops in the school's water supply."
"Aw, now why'd you have to bring that up...that was the grossest day ever..."
"So you learned your lesson."
"Yes. Always tell the janitors to stay on campus on those days."
"Item eleven: filled your Advanced Biology classroom with sand and UV lights, along with a beach chair and umbrella."
"I swear, that was a science experiment. I was experimenting the effect of UV lights on skin. Result:" I rolled up my sleeve showing her my skin. "Tan lines."
"Item twelve: partial nudity. Being shirtless while on the 'beach'."
"The girls loved that..." I mumbled.
"Item thirteen: drinking vodka for lunch. Then running through the halls holding a clipboard pretending you're Captain America. Then causing a huge scene in your next class involving lots and lots of tears...all from you. Then puking your guts out. You were a 0.08 on the BAC scale. Just barely legal."
"I don't remember that..." I mumbled.
"I wonder why." she stated.
She continued to flip through the pages.
"There is a total of 37 items on here. All in two days. How do you explain this?"
"Um...curiosity?"
"Uh-huh. The amount of alcohol you've brought onto school grounds is grounds for expulsion. But, knowing who your father is, that probably isn't a good idea. But you must be punished. You have in school suspension, tomorrow and detention for the next two weeks. Assuming you stay. Then again, knowing your current circumstances, I wouldn't stick around."
"Two weeks? Wow. That's goin' easy on me. Thanks, Ms Washington!" I said as I started to get up.
"Four weeks. And two days of ISS. And I'll be emailing all of this to your father."
I rolled my eyes.
"Don't push it, young man." she snapped.
"Yes, Ms. Waashinggtonnn..." I said sarcastically like a third grader.
"Do you know what happens to the people who get in trouble in high school, drop out or are expelled from all the available schools? Do you know what kind of jobs they get?"
"Prostitutes, strippers, hookers..." I trailed off.
She stared at me, "Get out of my sight."
I stood up and left.
When I got out Mj was standing there waiting for me.
      "What did Washington want with you?"
      "She wanted to talk to me about my 37 item long list of write-ups."
      "Over two days?"
      "Yeah..."
      "Ohh...you're bad..." she said smirking.
      I smiled at her.
      "Come on, let's go." I said.