A Bad Idea (Spideychelle)

Ch. 9: Wilder Then I've Ever Been

Peter POV

"-we each have individual rooms this time, so no need to partner up like last year," MJ explained, going through her checklist. She was kneeling on a seat at the front of the bus, reading off a list of things we should know before we got to the hotel. "You can thank Stark Industries for that one."

Flash shot me a look. I did my best to ignore it.

"So we'll do a couple practice rounds when we get to the hotel for a little last minute prep, and then I'm ordering no studying after dinner. Just rest. Your brain will work better tomorrow if it's not overworked tonight. Deal?"

"Deal," we all responded.

"Alright, MJ, you can take a seat. Let's talk about the hotel rules. I expect you all to respect the employees, since we're representing Midtown-"

I tuned out, watching MJ sit down next to Betty. We'd been working overtime on decathlon stuff all week, in preparation for this competition, to the point where MJ and I hadn't gotten a moment alone since we'd had sex.

So, now, if I closed my eyes for more than a few seconds, I'd see MJ in orange lace, and it was killing me.

"-but you guys are good kids, so I don't think we'll have any problems."

When we got to the hotel, we got our room keys from the front desk and headed up to our rooms, dumping our stuff for the next couple nights. Then we headed to MJ's room, and all sat around while she quizzed us on various topics. Ned still had his backpack with him, and I didn't understand why until he started pulling out snacks. He handed me a small bag of Doritos while he munched on some Cheetos.

After about an hour of being quizzed, we went downstairs. There was a restaurant in the lobby, so we all sat around and ate dinner.

It was nice. We didn't get a chance to go out as a group often. Even if Flash was making fun of me, and Ned and Betty were gazing lovingly at each other, it was fine. Because MJ was sitting next to me, smiling and laughing, and occasionally bumping my knee with hers.

After dinner, when we were all back upstairs, I laid on my bed, holding my phone, wondering how to text MJ to ask her to come to my room.

Just as I started typing out a message, someone knocked on my door. I put down my phone and got up, expecting Ned to be standing outside with a LEGO set.

Instead, it was MJ. She'd changed out of her yellow Midtown jacket and jeans, and was now wearing a tank top and a pair of leggings.

"Hey."

"Hi, so, I was wondering if you'd be interested in-"

Ned cut her off, bounding down the hallway. "Peter, I brought that puzzle we've been meaning to get to- what are you two talking about?"

"Oh, I was just asking Peter if he could quiz me. I did all of the quizzing earlier, so I haven't gotten a chance to practice."

Ned frowned. "Didn't you tell us not to overwork ourselves?"

MJ hesitated, so I took over, taking her hand and pulling her into my room. "She doesn't take her own advice. I'll see you in the morning, Ned."

"Goodnight."

I closed the door, turning to MJ. "I was just about to text you."

She raised an eyebrow. "Really? What kind of text?"

I laughed, dropping my head. "You can guess."

"I think," she said slowly, stepping closer and looping her arms around my neck, "you should show me."