My (Super)Hero [COMPLETE]

Chapter 4: Back to School

Beep, beep, beep!

I practically fall out of bed, I'm so startled by my alarm. I walk across the room in my baggy t-shirt and short shorts to turn it off.

I was up at least until midnight unpacking for myself and all "communal" items. Since Mom isn't here, I have to be the organized one, because Dad is beyond clueless about these things. Anyway, he's still making me go to school today, even though I'm running on maximum 6 hours sleep and this is a new environment.

"Oh, crap," I mutter, realizing that I never figured out how to get to school. I'll just have to ask the doorman and hope and pray I'll get some answers. Dad's probably getting up now, too; it's his first day on the job and it seems important. He now works for Stark Industries, I mean, how cool is that? He won't be able to drive me to school, since it's in the opposite direction, but he'll drop Ethan off since it's on the way. Sure, it makes sense, sort of. No, it doesn't. Do you know what that's called? Favoritism. Sure, leave your fifteen-year-old to fend for herself on the streets of New York City. Well, sort of.

I put on a pair of skinny jeans, my "I need my space" Nasa T-shirt, and my pair of Converse. After I changed, I put on some basic makeup, consisting of concealer, mascara, and lip gloss. I don't want to scare anyone off by plastering on a fake face, and I also want any friends I might make to know the real me.

I grabbed my backpack, stuffed with all my previously ordered books and everything else I could possibly need. Well, everything that I could fit, really.

I run to the kitchen to grab something to eat, but then I realize that we have no groceries. I'll have to add that to my To-Do list. In our pantry I find one box of breakfast replacement bars and grab one. This is what happens when you leave things up to Dad.

Oh crap!

It's 6:30 and I have to be at school by 7 to meet with the principal.

"Bye Dad! By Ethan!" I yell into the apartment as I grab my phone and keys and run out the door. I'm moving so quickly I don't notice that there was someone in the hallway. As a result of my clumsiness and lack of awareness, myself and the poor victim of my "grace" are now on the ground.

"Aw, crap!" I say instinctively. "I'm so sorry," I look up to see Peter Parker, and mentally thank the Lord it wasn't a stranger that I leave a lasting impression on. At the same time, I curse my clumsiness for the zillionth time because it has already worked its magic on Peter. Twice.

"Oh, hey Y/N," Peter looks kind of flustered, but not more than I am. I mean, I am the one who just bulldozed him. "Sorry, I didn't see you there," he chuckles slightly before helping me up.

"No, it's not your fault at all! I wasn't looking where I was going, because I was rushing, because I'm gonna be late for school, and I have no idea how to get there," Yikes, slow down, girl. I mentally face palm myself for being such an idiot in front of Peter.

"Okay, slow down," You're embarrassing yourself in front of Peter, you need to calm down! Oh, Shut up! "Where do you go to school? Maybe I can help you find it."

"Um, I think it's called Midtown High School for Science and Technology. Or something along those lines,"

"Oh, that's where I go! You can tag along with me." We get into the elevator and I make a mental note that I live on the 7th floor.

"Peter to the rescue, once again. Do you have a habit of saving people?" I joke, he really does seem to be my hero.

"No! Why would you say that?" Peter gets really nervous all of a sudden. Is he sweating? What did I say? This conversation is headed south, I need to do something and quick.