The Legacy We Hold--Sequel to Spoken From the Heart

Chapter 2- Harley

We pull up in front of the high school. I reach into the back and grab my stuff, before getting out of the car. Peter follows. 

We wave goodbye as Tony drives off. 

"Let's see if we can find Ned and MJ before school," Peter suggests. I nod, and we walk into school, and stop in front of a set of lockers, designated our spot in freshman year. 

"Peter! Harley!" Ned runs over to us. 

"Hey, you got here early!" I snark. Peter elbows me and smiles at Ned. 

"Schedule." Peter holds out his hands for both of our schedules. Ned and I make eye contact and I groan. 

"Every time, Pete," Ned says, laughing. He fishes in his back pocket and pulls out a crumpled ball of paper. 

I pull out my schedule too, and Peter looks ours over. 

"Harley, we still have homeroom, duh, and Spanish 3, oh thank gosh we have AP Lit together. Ned, we have engineering, so do you, Harley." Peter says, going between the three schedules. 

"Sup, losers." MJ walks over to us, notices Peter, and pulls out her own schedule. "Here you go, Peter." She sighs. Peter excitedly grabs her schedule and scans it. 

"MJ, we have AP Lit with Harley. Yes! We all have US History together. Wait, you're taking honors bio? I heard that the class was awful." I peek over at MJ's schedule and wince.

"Your classes are so hard," Ned whines, looking at MJ's schedule with us. 

"You guys are judgy." She responds, crossing her arms, a hint of a smile on her face. 

The bell rings and Peter jumps. He hands our schedules back to us, and grabs my hand, dragging me off to Spanish so we're not late. 

"Meet at our spot at lunch!" I call back to our friends. They nod and I turn back, so I'm walking forward again. 

Peter pulls the door open and drops my hand to hold the door for me. I thank him and we walk into homeroom. 

"Hola, Senor Ramirez!" Peter waves. Senor Ramirez was our Spanish one teacher too. Peter really likes him. 

"Hola, Peter," Senor Ramirez waves back. I smile and we head to our seats in the back. 

Senor Ramirez is a tall, dark-skinned Mexican man. He told us on the first day of freshman year that he immigrated here with his family when he was four. He grew up in Texas, and moved here when he was twenty, and got a job teaching. 

"I'll give it a couple more minutes and we'll start," Ramirez announces, as the class fills up. 

"I'll just call roll now, and then we'll work on getting to know each other." Senor Ramirez announces and starts going through the list. 

"Elizabeth-" Senor Ramirez starts but the door bangs open, interrupting roll.

A boy with light brown hair, and brown eyes walks in. He's wearing a leather jacket with a dark maroon shirt. His black jeans are stuffed into a pair of thick combat boots. He grins.

"Am I late." He smirks, and takes a seat close to the back, near me and Peter. Peter scribbles something on a piece of paper and passes it to me. I unfold it. 

It reads, 'He's kinda cute.' I stare at my twin, a mix of 'seriously', and 'that guy, really?' Peter shrugs. 

I sigh and turn my attention back to the front. 

"Harley Rogers-Stark?" Senor Ramirez calls. I raise my hand. 

"Peter Rogers-Stark?" Peter raises his hand, and we turn back to each other, in a heated debate about the new boy in our class. 

"Wade Wilson?" Senor Ramirez asks. The boy two seats away from us raises his hand. 

"He has a name." Peter breathes. I slump down on the desk, not ready to deal with lovestruck Peter the rest of the day. 

Look, long chapter to apologize for not updating sooner. 

I hope you like it so far, I worked hard on it. 

Please share with anybody who's read the first one, and share it with anybody who would like the first one. 

So I know it's slow-moving right now, but I promise things will pick up, in my normal fashion *smirks evilly*

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XOXO Valkyrie