Chapter Two

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MJ's P.O.V

Peter is so screwed. I mean, literally. He should know to be at least a little discreet when it comes to texting in class. I just watched our English teacher snatch his phone right out his hand so hopefully, she doesn't break it, as she did to Jacob last year. Everyone was scared to take this specific English class because of how insane she can act. Enough about that, let me see what she's gonna do. 

Peter is as red as a tomato, I really don't know why he's so embarrassed. It's not like we were talking about anything other then me thanking him for helping me out of a situation I put myself into. Purposefully of course, if I can get any inside info on Peter, I'm gonna go for it. Plus, since I really can't hold a conversation with him due to these really gushy feelings which I hate to admit, I can learn more about him, which might include stuff I don't already know. I'm not a stalker I promise!! He'll literally never expect it, he probably doesn't even like me anyway. After Liz left Midtown and moved to like Oregon, he hasn't spoken to any girls, he's been to himself, except for Ned of course. 

Anyways, enough thinking about Peter, although I know I will anyway. Let's observe what is gonna happen next with this teacher. I'm watching her scroll through his phone, tap through apps, notes, and other text messages as I saw Peter's eyes as wide as I've ever seen them. I watched a singular sweat drop go from the middle of his forehead down the bridge of his nose, and fall all the way to the floor. She finally said something, "So Peter, our favorite class cutter, decided to add to his list of misbehaviors! He was texting in class, and not just anyone, especially not to him, because of these emoji-" Peter immediately cut her off. Silently begging and pleading with those big puppy dog eyes not to do something. She nodded, gave him back his phone, whispered something, and he sat down. I wonder what he was so scared to have exposed. Wait, emoji's she said right? I mean he was texting me, and he even told Ned once he only uses emoji's when he likes someone, since he had a million ❤︎'s next to Liz's contact name. Does this mean, he might have.. hearts.. next to my name? No. Michelle shut up. He doesn't. It was probably May or someone else he is close to, definitely not me. Not Michelle Jones. 

Peter Parker's P.O.V

This day needs to end. Right now. Like, this very moment. This current second. Can like, Vulture break out of prison and try to kill me right now. Or can like, Thanos come back to life. Can I fight the Black Order again? I'd take any crime right now that can get me AWAY from this school. First, I don't get home to go to sleep until 4, giving me a grand wonderful total of 2 and a half hours of sleep, if that. Oh, yeah I forgot to mention, my patrol lasted a little longer than I expected it to, to the point that I lost track of time, and actually fell off a building since I was falling asleep. Note to self, stickiness does not last when you fall asleep. It's funny I've had these powers for nearly 3 years and I've never discovered that before. But anyways, second, I fall asleep in school, due to my first point. Third, I embarrass myself like the loser I honestly really am in front of MJ, and that's really all I needed to screw today up. Oh but we're not done. Then finally, in the second to last period of the day, I almost had my whole crush for Michelle exposed to my entire English class since I was texting in her class. I gotta say, I did not expect for my silent begging and pleading to work, because she then agreed to not say anything, but I had to meet with her after school, so I'm unsure about what she wants from me. 

At this point, I'd honestly do close to anything for her to keep that secret disclosed, that in which she's doing a horrible job. She kept glancing at me and then at Michelle during class then smiling. Michelle even picked up on it. I walked to her classroom after throwing some books into my locker, and I grabbed some web shooter cartridges from under the locker and threw them into my backpack. All I have is like one binder, my cartridges, a hoodie, and my suit in my bag right now. I'm ready to escape this day and get out into the city. She was sitting in front of a Chromebook, Lenovo brand to be specific, probably doing some sort of grading of the large stack of essays from last week piled up next to her. 

"Peter, come in, take a seat." She seemed extremely positive, so I didn't expect anything bad. "I'm going to drop the fact that you were on your phone in class, regardless of the fact that you're always leaving and cutting my class too. But I'll let it all slide if you do one favor for me." Dude what. That sounds so odd asking a teenager for a fav- "I need you to get Spider-Man to come to my son's birthday party." She cut me off in the middle of my thought process, and honestly, my heart stopped. Does she know? Is she going to out my identity? Why ask me, ask someone else! I just stared at her, I didn't know how to reply to that, so I just blurted out the one thing I could think of, "Why are you asking me to ask Spider-Man?" She looked at me with a sassy face, laughed, and finally said, "Kid, I hear everything about you, and your fancy expensive Stark Internship, and how you met Iron Man and Spider-Man and whoever else. Just do this for me, please. My son loves him." I looked at her with an understanding look, meanwhile, I was kinda shocked my personal business is out in the open like that. Then it hit me, I technically, don't have an "Internship" with Tony anymore. My mood dropped, and she must have noticed the shift immediately. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed for something so personal to you, after his passing." She sighed, then I replied, "No. I'll see to it that he's there. The people of this very confused planet need these small victories." I wiped a single tear from my right eye and excused myself from her classroom, as she slid me a piece of paper with the information of the party.

I ran out of the classroom, wiping the few tears that emerged from my eyes after the thought of Tony. I made it to the courtyard and just as I was about to leap over the 16-foot gate, you wouldn't guess who I ran into. Michelle damn Jones. I slammed into the gate, as I was running at nearly top speed, and as soon as I did see her, it's like time just slowed down. Her hair had a nice light movement to it, as the breeze moved her medium-length curls across her face. Her skin glowed in the sun, radiating to my eyes. I just completely lost all sense of where I was and how I got there when my face pressed into the metal bars at full speed. I collapsed to the floor with my hands on my face. She looked seriously worried, as she exclaimed, "Peter! Oh my god, are you okay?" I felt the emotion in her voice, it wasn't her usual monotone connotation, it had more, thoughtfulness and compassion. I loved it. "I'm totally fine, I was just so excited to get out of school, it has been such a rough day, I just want to go home." She sighed in exasperation and agreed, "Yeah I get that, I'm glad I ran into you though." "What's up MJ?" I asked, as she handed me a little folded paper, and literally ran away. "Wait!" I quietly yelled, she looked back, then kept going. I took the note, put it in my bag, hopped over the gate, and prepared for my evening.

I threw on my suit that reeked of saltwater from a patrol I involved myself with on Monday and began to swing through the city. I needed to escape. 

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Wow, Chapter Two was long, but honestly, I'm totally fine with that, I really enjoy writing long stories, filled to the brim with details and descriptions. It gives you more content as I write the next chapter! I'll start three tonight, which will for sure be more plot-based and include multiple P.O.V's! Enjoy!

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