Chapter 1: The Return (POV Cindy Moon)

Today was like any other day in school. I arrived a few minutes early, talked to Betty on my way to class. Apparently, her cousin came across some kind of club she really liked. Honestly, it's not my kind of scene but I agreed to to go there this Friday.

It was a normal Monday until I got to class. There was a new student there. Brown hair, brown eyes, nerdy T-shirt that was too baggy: AKA a text book nerd. He looked somewhat familiar but I just got ignored it and kept talking to my friends.

Mr. Harrington, the chemistry teacher, walked in, said hello and introduced the class to our new student: Peter Parker.

Holy Shit, that was Peter Parker. I haven't heard that name in at least a year. Apparently, two years ago, his aunt and uncle were killed by a mugger. And then Peter disappeared. No one knows what happened to him, I just assumed he was dead, but there were theories: he was recruited by SHIELD, he became a junkie, he was adopted by a billionaire. Each Theory was more ridiculous than the last. One day, we just stopped caring and Peter Parker was forgotten, until today.

Peter stood up, introduced himself while every other student was staring at him. He just sat down like nothing happened and started reading a weird physics book (I have no idea why since we were doing chemistry). During the lesson, it was clear that he wasn't paying attention. All he did was read his book and write about what he read in his notebook. When this caught the teacher's attention, he asked him a question and Peter just answered it without any problem. And then he asked another one, determined to embarrass the boy. Peter answered this one correctly too. This wasn't surprising, Peter was their resident genius before he left. So Mr. Harrington left him alone for the rest of the lesson.

The next class I had with Peter was calculus. Every single student hated this class, it was actually that hard. Mrs. Smith, our teacher, was absolutely useless. She just asked them to read the textbook at home and do some problems in class. As usual, she gave us about 10 problems knowing we won't be finishing them in time. 5 minutes into the class, the teacher noticed that Peter was reading a different book and decided to speak up.

"Hello, I haven't seen you before." She said, "who are you?"

"I'm Peter Parker, I'm new here."

"Well Mr. Parker, you're not making a good first impression are you?"

"And may I ask why is that?"

"You're not doing the work I gave you. This doesn't seem like good way to start in a new school. You seem to be reading," she looked at the title of the book," Advanced Quantum Mechanics, is my class this boring or did you finish the problems I gave you?" she asked mockingly.

Peter smirked and answered "actually, I have" and he showed her his work. The teacher looked at his work surprised he finished everything in less than 10 minutes and was even more surprised everything was right. She looked at him, exasperated, and said "well start reading the next chapter then"

"I already finished the book and did most of the problems in my head. I can write down the answers for you but then I would be doing nothing in class for a while"

Not believing him she started asking him questions and quizzing him for 15 minutes. Peter answered immediately. When she ran out of them, she just ignored him until the end of the class.

For the next few days, Peter was the topic of conversation but he mostly kept to himself. He didn't seem interested by the attention he was getting. When someone asks what happened to him he just shrugs and doesn't answer. He hung out during lunch with his old friend Ned Leeds but he mostly just sits and keeps reading his books. Slowly, Peter Parker stopped being the center of attention. That was until Thursday.

What was special about Thursday was gym. As a STEM school, Midtown has less athletes than protons in a hydrogen atom. The fact that we wasted our time in gym for 2 hours a week has always alluded me since I'm pretty sure half of our school has asthma. Anyway this semester, we have swimming. Of course we all hate it even if we get to see the boys shirtless. It would be different if I was in a class full of jocks but that wasn't the case. Would it hurt them to fucking work out a bit?

As I was getting ready for another disappointing session, Peter walked in, late as usual. He apologized to coach Wilson and took off his shirt. Holy shit. To say Peter was muscular would be a lie. He was fucking ripped. He had a body no 16-year-old should have: he had nice peck, huge biceps and what seems like not an ounce of fat on him. He had and eight pack. Who the fuck has an eight pack?

Well it seems Parker was working out for the last 2 years because damn he looks hot. What I didn't notice at first was his scars. He has so many of them. All across this chest. He had what seems like burns in his lower back. What the fuck happened to him? Oblivious to the stares of his peers, he jumps into the water ignoring the flushed cheeks and ogling eyes of every girl. I swear Liz Allen was moaning at some point. After he was done, he left without saying a word leaving us with our unanswered questions.

All thoughts of parker disappeared Friday night. Liz, Betty and I went to this club with Betty's cousin Jane. What she didn't tell us was the fact that it was an illegal fight club that happened to have music and a dancefloor. It really wasn't my scene but I kinda liked the fighting, it was hot.

Betty and Liz went dancing but Jane and I watched the fights. After the fight ended two other fighters came out. One was a huge muscular man, well over six foot and in his twenties. The other was none other than Peter Parker.

He was shirtless and wearing gym shorts. I gaped at the sight of him. And quickly asked Jane "What the fuck is he doing here, he's gonna die".

Jane laughed "this kid hasn't lost a fight in over a year relax. He just appeared out of nowhere about a year ago and didn't even give us his name. He comes here once a week for an hour and kicks everybody's ass. He gets payed and leaves immediately. That's why we call him ghost".

Honestly, I didn't believe what she just said but I thought I'd watch the fight either way. A shirtless Peter Parker was still nice to look at, I'm only human. The bell rang and the fight began. Peter was dodging punches for about 10 seconds then he delivered an uppercut to his adversary's chin then a knee to the stomach and finally a left hook. His opponent was knocked out and Peter didn't seem to care about the crowd chanting "Ghost! Ghost! Ghost!" Holy shit, Peter Parker was a badass.