Those Seven

Chapter 4: A Painting

I severely hated presenting in front of a class. It's not that I'm bad at it, I guess, it's more so just being at everyone's attention.

Equally despising, I had to stand up there while Colton was presenting his speech about me. Overall, English sucks.

I was sitting in the lunchroom at my usual table with Wren and co. Everyone was bustling around trying to find their friends and get their food. Fortunately (and for some reason) we always seem to get here earlier than everyone else and therefore get lunch before the hustle.

"How was your speech?" Wren asks as I start to take a bite of my food. I glare a little at the interruption.

"It was ok. I hated standing there," I groaned, smacking my head onto the lunch table.

"Oh, it wasn't that bad," Wren laughs and pushes me a little, I grin back at her.

"Mhm, sure. Who was your partner?" I inquire, tossing a fry in my mouth.

"Peter Parker." She answers, sipping her soda.

"Oh, the sophomore? We both got sophomores?" I make a face, "underclassmen. They just keep getting smarter."

Wren nods solemnly, hiding her mirth. Very poorly, might I add.

"I heard he started dating MJ, though I'm not all that surprised." Wren speaks up again, ever the gossip queen. "They make a cute couple."

I look towards the table with the five sophomores: Allison Jones, Makayla Jasper, Anthony Staltson, James Sigler, and Peter Parker.

Peter and Anthony are excitably rambling to each other about something, probably a nerd thing, and MJ is ignoring them while conversing with AJ, and James is listening to Peter and Anthony but obviously doesn't understand a single thing they're talking about.

"Yeah," I respond absentmindedly before turning back to my table and finishing my food.

"Apparently his parents are huge fans of Spider-Man and coincidentally their last name was Parker." Connie buts in, smiling a little in amusement.

"I'm just amazed that he even met an MJ," Callie adds incredulously and I nod in agreement.

...

I honestly had no idea why, but I was invited over for dinner to the Walker's again. Though this time they had asked if my "parents" could come. Obviously, it's one parent and since she had her own business, I reluctantly told her.

"Mom," once she was looking at me I continued. "We were invited for dinner at the Walker's."

"Warum?" She asked, raising an eyebrow and putting one hand on her hip.

I rolled my eyes and shrug, "fuck if I know."

"Isla!" She chastised but her smile ruined her tone.

"They speak English so you'll have to too," I inform, hands raised innocently at her pointed look. "What? You're lucky I warned you before."

"What should I- scheißen!" She swore, putting a hand to her forehead in exasperation. "What's the... the word. You know... with the clothes?"

I snicker, "wear?"

She snaps her fingers, accent thick as she speaks triumphantly, "ah! Ja! Wear."

"Something casual," I shrug again, climbing up the stairs with her in tow. "I think the mom invited us because she's tired of being around boys all day. She has seven sons and a husband."

"Oh, das ist schrecklich!" She proclaims, eyes wide when I turn to look at her. "How did she survive?"

"I have no idea." I respond, shaking my head.