Are You A Spy? - A Wrong Number Fan Fiction

MJ is Still Queen

Peter's POV (it is... ugh. Idk. Let's say it's Wednesday. Let's say last chapter was... Sunday? More memes and a little texting have happened)
"Mr. Parker. Are you paying attention?"

I snapped to attention. I had been thinking of ways to improve Karen. I looked up to see my English teacher. Ugh. English was my last class, both in priority and for the day. It was the only class I didn't get A's in.

"Yes?" I winced. It sounded more like a question.

"Then you know which book we are reading next for my class."

"Ummmm..."

There was giggling.

"Please pay attention Mr. Parker. We will be reading the first Harry Potter book and will discuss the book later in the semester." Mr. Whesh said. (I came up with that name on the spot... 😅)

I sighed. I hated Fantasy books. Give me a Sci-Fi please. (I love the Harry Potter books. Just going off Peter's taste)

The bell rang. Finally. I picked up my stuff and shoved it in my backpack.

"Peter! I got a new Star Wars LEGO set! Wanna come to my house and build it with me?" Ned asked running up to me.

"Yeah... after I deal with Flash." I sighed. It wasn't Spider Sense or anything. Just a gut feeling. Ned frowned.

He walked with me to my locker.

"Hey Parker!" Flash yelled from behind me. My spider sense prickled. Danger.

The right side of my face hit the cold metal of my locker.

"Little Puny Parker." Flash hissed. "Whatcha doing Parker?"

"Cringing at how many times you're saying my last name." I muttered, my head still against the locker. Flash let go and readied for a punch. I closed my eyes tight. Preparing for a punch I could have dodged.

"Back. Off. Eugene." I heard MJ say. She sounded ticked. You don't tick off MJ. Even teachers were scared of her fury. Flash lowered his fist.

However, he must've felt extra cocky today.

"Whatcha gonna do if I don't? Bore me to death with a bed time story?" He snapped at her.

"You don't know the half of it." She said before walking up to him. He was a foot taller so she was small in comparison.

He turned back to me. He used one hand to push me against the lockers and raised his other one for a blow. I closed my eyes again.

After a second he dropped me.

"MJ!" Ned shouted. I opened my eyes.

Flash had a hand to the left of his face. I looked at MJ, who had a large book in her hand.

"You just! You— your gonna pay for this." Flash muttered taking away his hand to reveal a big, red, rectangle shape on his face. His eye was squeezed shut and would must likely turn black and blue.

He walked off and I looked at MJ. Ned looked shocked.

"What are you looking at?" She asked scrunching up her face.

"Dang..." I said looking at the book. It had to be at least 350 pages. I was still surprised I had made it out of that unharmed. Minus the headache I had from being thrown into a locker.

"No one messes with my losers." She said matter-of-factly. "Catch you later." She said walking off. She was probably going to a cafe somewhere to draw random people in crisis.