((Hi~ Okay, so, I'm going to be slowly updating this as time goes on; once Those Red Orbs finishes, I'm going to put most of my energy back into this. And also, Uncle Ben is still alive in this fic. So, yeah; DON'T GET FEELY WITH ME, READERS :C))

He was disrupting the class again, not giving any indentation of caring. Every so often he would click his camera off, making it flash, and distracting the class even more than needed to be. I rolled my eyes, turning my eyes back to the page. Flash.

Eddie Brock. Total prick. And the bane of my existence. Hell, not just my existence, but pretty much everyone I know. I wanted to shove that flash up his wimpy white ass; maybe it would shut him up enough to give us some peace of mind.

The teacher was pretty much as fed up as the rest of us. "Eddie, if you flash that camera one more time, I'm sending you to the principal's office." She didn't even need to wait for him to flash it again; she was already writing up a form. She handed it to him. "Now." He rolled his eyes and giggled, grabbing his bag and walking out with the form. I heard him mumble some sort of offense to the teacher, but it wasn't audible to normal ears.

The bell rang, signaling, letting me know that I could get the heck out of dodge; don't get me wrong, I love school, but I like after school even more. Mostly because I didn't have to look at his stupid face for a while, letting my eyes rest from his stupid face.

I could sling home with my new found powers, but I like walking home anyways; it's comforting, and lets me clear my thoughts from the previous day. I mean, sure, living in New York, the high risk of mugging is there, but I can take the risk.

All I want to do is go home and bury my face in my bed. It's so cold outside with the end of winter that it sounds like the best thing to do. Maybe I'd just bury my head for a minute, close my eyes for a few, and feel much better later.

I snort awake, slapping my alarm off the nightstand. Why is it going off? Oh god, I slept through the whole night! I throw on a different shirt and run my hands through my hair. Nothing like freshly slept in hair to make you look revitalized!

I hear my phone go off, making me not totally fly out the door. Gwen had sent me a text from Morocco, picture included. Apparently it was still night there, and she was telling me to wake up. I smile and reply her.

'P-man: Yeah, thanks. Get some sleep; you look like you could use it. '

Gwen had graduated from High school at the beginning of senior year, and she was taking a tour around Africa, India and Asia to study various medical practices and travel. She was in Africa first, and then was making her way to Asia, and all the way through India, before coming back in two years. We tried to make it work between us, but it just wasn't right. Around that time, I think I realized I was gay, and Gwen was definitely a female. Something I wasn't too into. But she totally understands me, and is one of my closest friends to date.

After I was fully awake, and looking presentable, I made my way over to school. Everybody seemed to be in good spirits, so I asked someone what was up.

"Didn't you hear? Eddie got transferred out! No longer do we have to deal with the Venom in our school! This moment should be celebrated!" This girl obviously liked the fact that Eddie was transferred. I liked the idea too, a grin soon plastered on my face. But, there was no way he would just transfer out; there had to be a reason.

Thankfully, my sixth period science teacher knew exactly what was going down. "Now, I know there is a lot of speculation that Edward Brock was transferred out of school. He was not pulled out, but he will not be here for a few weeks, maybe a few months. Class will go on, as normal, but we just won't have this distraction. Okay?" A few months break is better than anything, so I took it. So did a lot of people actually.

I sent a text out to Gwen to tell her the good news.

'P-man: Eddie isn't going to be at school for a few days. Pretty schweet!'

'Gwen Coco: Really? That's not surprising. Such amazing potential wasted. At least everyone else gets a chance now.'

'P-man: Yeah, whatever you say. Sorry if I woke you up.'

'Gwen Coco: it's fine; I wasn't even sleeping, I was analyzing notes before I did that.'

I let her go after that, not wanting to disturb her. Class was peaceful finally.

The snow melted off in March, about a month after Eddie was gone. The grass had started turning green again, and the sun was making temperatures warm again in April. I could finally walk around in a t-shirt without a jacket and not freeze my ass off. Mid-April was when we had basically all forgotten about Eddie; from his mannerisms, to his face, even the sound of his voice. But we could still feel the presence, which was creepy. I definitely didn't expect to see him again. Except, well, during Sixth period.

I didn't even know who he was, his back was to me. It was an impressive back, definitely something that took dedication. Then when he turned into profile, I knew exactly who it was; Edward Brock.

My god, Eddie looked different; far different than he did eight or ten weeks ago; I had lost track somewhere in that time span. He looked totally healthy. And tan. And friendly. About the last thing I noticed though, where his muscles; the t-shirt stretched tightly over his chest, and had to be rolled up to compensate for his now bulging biceps. The old Eddie I had gotten used to and known for so long was replaced with this new man. He was revitalized and for the best.

Okay, before I gawk anymore, I take my usual seat in the back row. I decide to take a note from my Aunt Sally's book, and decide to start fresh. I don't have to be nice to him right away, but that doesn't mean I have to be straight up nasty to him. I'll just start out kind and work my way up. Yeah, that's exactly what I'll do.

"Okay, well Eddie, the only seat I see is next to Mr. Parker, so why don't you set up there?" he nods, thanking her. God, courteous too? He was a totally changed man. That or he finally grew a pair and learned some manners. About time, I think to myself. He sets his stuff down on my right side, me not being able to un-notice the way his biceps bulge and flex when he sets his stuff down, neck muscles moving and finally relaxing. I wonder what that would feel like to hold on to while he...

Focus, Peter! he was looking at me now, making me think he said something.

"Yes?" I ask politely.

"I was just saying Hi. You looked distracted, so I thought I would try again."

"Oh... well hello to you too." I pulled out a pen, expecting him to ask for it. Instead he pulls out his own ballpoint pen.

This is too good to be true! I just know it! Head shake, and I was now focusing on the board. Eddie was relatively quiet, only making an occasional sound like he didn't understand it. But he got all the required stuff from the board, and did it well. That was however the last period of the day, and I didn't get to even question him about what happened to him. But I would sometime soon. Just have to wait for the right time to do it.