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The dreadful hour of Maths had finally come to an end as the rain began to pour much more heavily down on the city of Queens. The dark atmosphere outside, made the classroom appear much more brighter as the two contrast eachother. You found the clashing sounds of rain somewhat of a therapeutic experience, glancing at the windows where droplets of water would patter down.
"Y/n, you coming?" Peter asked as he finished packing up his things.
"Yea" You mumbled as you too, began packing your stuff.
Just as Peter stood up from his seat, you noticed the envelope he had received earlier, falling out of his pocket. You opened your mouth to say something, but since he didn't notice, you were curious to know what was written inside. You stood up from the ground, making your way to Peter quickly before he notices that you've left his side.
As you walked side by side, ready to head home, you made an excuse to leave for the bathroom as your curiosity peaked even further, waiting patiently to open the envelope once inside a stall. As this was the last period of the day, you had asked Peter to wait for you outside the girls bathrooms.
You eyed the black, envelope with curios eyes, wondering who it came from and what was written, before the truth was to be revealed by who the letter was from.
It was a poem.
Written in delicate, neat handwriting.
As you read the last sentence, your eyes widened, revealing the writer who had written this poem. There was so much emotion you were feeling. Confused, angry, worried, all felt into one body. You even thought it was weird since poems were used in the olden days and here is someone now, bringing that back up. A groan left your mouth as you left the stall and quickly made your way out with a heavy push of the door where Peter stood confused of your sudden aggravated actions.
You feel the heat of your body rise from the inner core of your chest to the top of your brain as you made your way to the front of the school where you would hopefully find Flash, leaving Peter aside for a moment.
Peter had absolutely no idea what came over your behavior, but once he saw the card and the envelope crushed in your hand, he gave all his power to run and stop you before your body made the decision before your brain, like it always had.
Despite having enhanced strength and capabilities, he was surprised that you'd beaten him to Flash first. He noticed your hands clenched and your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at the author who had written the letter from a distance.
"Peter, h-how does he know?" You whispered shakily, feeling Peter's hand slowly gripping your clenched ones.
"I-I don't know. Should we tell your dad?" He asked.
