Sorry Kid, Wrong Number

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Peter lazily opened his eyes upon hearing his name.

"Hey kiddo, you have school today. You gotta get up," Rachel called out softly from his doorway.

A quiet "mkay" was all she got in return. Satisfied enough, she walked away. Peter rolled over under his covers, not ready to be awake yet. However, he rolled a little too far and went right over the edge. He landed on the hard, unforgiving ground in much the way a feather wouldn't; with a sharp thud. He groaned in annoyance. Maybe pain, too; his side still hurt.

Hearing Emma snickering from her room next door, Peter picked himself up to get ready. He had been out on patrol until a little after 3 that morning, and he knew it would be a long day.

After finding something to wear, he meandered his way to the kitchen. He saw Rachel making eggs, so he plopped down at the table, rubbing his eyes blearily.

"Looks like somebody is tired," she commented, turning to face Peter.

"Yeah, didn't you hear him fall out of the bed?" Emma asked, entering the room and making her way to the table as well.

Peter glared at her playfully, responding, "I'll have you know that I am recognized by many as the epitome of grace and poise."

Emma rolled her eyes while Rachel finished up the breakfast and joined them at the table.

After everybody was finished and ready to go, they hopped in the car and made their way to school. Rachel explained that Emma usually just walked, but they were getting a ride today because she had extra time before work started.

She dropped them off and said a quick goodbye. The moment she was gone, Emma started talking.

"So mom basically told me to follow you around all day and make sure everything goes fine. I wasn't supposed to tell you, but I'm not gonna stalk someone for her."

"Wait, what? Why?" Peter questioned in surprise, sticking his thumbs under his backpack straps.

"I guess she wants to make sure you have friends or something."

"Well, of course I have friends. I stayed with one before meeting you guys."

"Could've fooled me." Emma started, earning a frown from Peter, "And yeah, that's why I told you. If she asks, just say I checked up on you a few times. Deal?" She asked, reaching her hand out.

Peter grabbed it. "Deal."

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Peter had successfully made it to lunch, despite almost falling asleep in various classes. His friends were used to it at this point, though. Peter was usually either taping his eyes open or the equivalent of a person who drank eleventeen too many red bulls. There wasn't much in between.

Today, he was the former. The steady buzz of lively chatter from his peers wasn't doing anything for him, either. He was getting a bit of a headache. Superhearing can really suck sometimes.

"Okay but if you pour the milk first you can actually see how much you're putting in."

"Ned, are we really having this conversation again?" Peter asked exaspertatedly as he rubbed his eyes.

"Seriously, that's messed up. Even I don't take it that far," MJ joined in.

"I'm just saying, I am entitled to an opinion as well."