Peter meets a new teacher in his first year of highschool. (Purely Irondad and precious Peter Parker. Don't think other wise.)
"Ooh" May gushed as she hugged her new highschooler tightly. "My baby is a freshman! How exciting!"
"Aunt May," Peter complained, but he didn't tug away from her hug.
"Sorry," she said, quickly pulling away. Peter saw May wipe a tear off her cheek and smile brightly.
"I'm just so proud of you."
"I know Aunt May." Peter smiled back.
"Uncle Ben would be proud of you," May whispered.
Something tugged at his heartstrings as he remembered that this would be the first year without his uncle. It hurt...
Peter gave a forced smile. "I know." But it didn't feel right not to have his Uncle with him.
Though, the Parker family had to move on. For the sake of his school and work.
To save him from emotional breakdown, a door bell rang and Peter perked up from his depressive state.
"I'll get it!" Peter said, walking to get the door while May got ready to go to work.
Peter unlocked the door and revealed two teenagers, both of them wearing a grim facial expressions.
Need Leeds and Michelle Jones were his two best friends that he's known since kindergarten, and every since then they've always hanged out together.
"You guys already dreading the first day of highschool?" Peter joked, but even he couldn't deny that today was going to be nerve-wracking.
"We're no less nervous than you," MJ pointed out. The girl was wearing black jeans, with gray plaid shirt, along with brown combat boots. Her backpack was her brother's from last year.
Peter laughed nervously, but he didn't deny it.
"I just can't wait til school is over," Ned sighed. The boy was sporting a collared shirt and loose jeans. His backpack adorned with bunches of star ships that were no doubt from Starwars.
"We haven't even walked to school yet and you're already excited to go home." Peter laughed.
"Hey, a dude can dream!" Ned exclaimed. "I'm just hoping Flash won't bother us."
"I bet you five bucks that he will," MJ challenged.
Peter rolled his eyes. "I'm ready by the way. You wanna go early and get something from Delmar's?" He asked.
The teenagers lightened up and nodded.
"Okay, let me get my backpack and say goodbye to May and we'll leave," Peter exclaimed, leaving the front door open as he grabbed his red, new backpack. "May! I'm leaving! I'll see you after school!"
May popped her head out of the kitchen and smiled lopsided. "Have a good day! You have the lunch money?"
"Yep! Bye!" He called out, grabbing his apartment keys and shutting the door quickly, hearing a vague fare well from his Aunt.
His friends were waiting outside when Peter joined them.
"You ready?"
After getting on a subway together and getting some sandwiches from Delmar's, the teenagers were on their way to school.
When they arrived, they were hit with the school's headboard of: Welcome to Midtown! Students Welcome!
Bunches of students crowded the school's entrance. Some had dyed hair, some had some odd clothing that didn't go against the dress code. They were all dispersed in their own little group.
The school was still too early for it to open, so everyone was just anticipating to go in school already and get their schedule from the gym.
When walking, some foot tripped Peter, making him stumble a bit.
"Watch it Penis" An aggressive voice yelled at him. Peter turned around to see Flash Thompson looking at him, with a vicious smirk.
"Well if it isn't Penis Parker. What rock did you crawl from? The dumpster?"
There was no doubt that Flash had more expensive clothes than Peter. All of the clothes that he gotten was from a thrift shop.
"Shut up, Flash," Ned defended.
Flash scoffed. "Like anyone would actually listen to pathetic people like you guys."
"In retrospect," MJ started. "we're not the only ones that are pathetic, but I guess you can live in your delusional world if you want to." She shrugged and dragged the two along with her, leaving Flash's mouth gaped open and in the midst of the crowds.
"The fact that you can make up rude remarks instantly is really dope," Peter laughed quietly. Ned nodded in agreement.
"Thanks, losers," MJ grinned.
Suddenly, a loud static came from the speakers. And in a instant, they could hear their principle's cheery voice.
"Good morning Midtown Techs! I hope you are all excited for this year of school!"
The crowd was silent. No one seemed to be enjoying the fact that school started. A couple of awkward silence, Principle Morita cleared his throat. "Well, like every year, we are going to meet at the gym to receive class schedules and meet your teachers. So I welcome you all. Please no shoving, pushing or obnoxious comments. We'll see you soon!"
The comm ended and everyone rushed into the school doors.
Unfortunately, Principle Morita's instructions did not go well. Students were shoving, pushing and yelling at each other. Thankfully though, they entered the gym unharmed. When they arrived, there was a podium in front of the bleachers with a microphone. Tables and chairs with teachers sitting on them were looking at sheets of papers that Peter assumed it was for the students schedule.
So many students were still shoving and trying to get to the bleachers in a hurry, he accidentally bumped into somebody, almost stumbling backwards and losing his posture. Looking up, he saw a man with a groomed goatee, colored aviator glasses on and a crisp suit that definitely costed more than his whole wardrobe. The tailored-suit man gazed at him with confusion and Peter looked at him with pure fear.
"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry, sir! I didn't mean to bump into you-!" Peter started babbling. He didn't even realize that Ned and MJ ran up to him when they spotted him with an older gentleman.
The man raised his hand and Peter clamped his mouth shut.
"Kid, its fine. I guess everyone is rushing to get this over with, huh?" He asked, his voice was lacing with a joking manner. Peter nodded feebly and gave a shy grin. The gentleman grinned back, but looked a bit forced. "Alright, why don't you kids go to the bleachers, I'm sure it'll be over soon." The man walked off and Peter watched him leave and sit at a table where all the other teachers were sitting.
Ned shook his shoulder. "Who was that?" He asked, peering over at Peter's direction.
"He might be a teacher," Peter guessed, looking away and looking at the bleachers that were already half full.
"Did you get in trouble?" MJ bit her lip. Peter shook his head and grinned tiredly. "Actually, he was pretty understanding, but I think we need to-ah nevermind..." Peter mumbled. About the time they started talking, the bleachers were full. Which meant they probably had to sit on the floor.
"Theres space near Flash," Ned suggested quietly, gesturing his head to Flash who was on the top bleacher. The trio glanced at each other and gave a defeated sigh.
"We can never escape him," MJ sighed annoyingly.
The group trudged on and climbed too the second highest bleacher and sat down. They could hear Flash and his friends snickering around, probably to plan some diabolical for them.
They talked for a few minutes and then Principle Morita stood up from behind a table and went to the podium. The microphone made a hissing noise, getting the attention of the students little by little.
Eventually, the principle cleared his throat and gave a cheery smile.
"Good morning Midtown Techs! Me and the teachers welcome all of you to a brand new year!" Morita crowed. A few of the students clapped, but most of them stayed silent. "As we all know, we have new teachers, so please give them the deepest respects." He said.
"Now, on the far left corner are sign up sheets for clubs. If you have time, whether after school or during lunch or whenever you have time, please come to the gym and sign up. We have new clubs that are most certainly fun!"
There was a lousy "Woo," from the students and Morita licked his lips in dismay. Some of the teachers were hiding back their smiles as every student was about to fall asleep.
As the teacher explained something about the cafeteria, he felt a sting on the back of his neck. A boy from behind him started snickering and snorting hard. When he reached his neck, something was wet and Peter cringed.
Spitball.
MJ leaned in and grabbed a tissue from her pocket. Thank God for MJ.
Peter smiled graciously and plucked it out, drying his neck from the disgusting spitball. Then, another one hit him again and Peter couldn't take it anymore as he turned around with an annoyed expression, obviously to tell them to stop.
Flash and his buddies were looking around innocently, hiding the straws behind their backs. Peter opened his mouth to whisper something to them, but Morita beat him to it. "Mister Parker? Are we already boring you already?" Morita raised a brow.
Peter froze and closed his mouth, face flushed and embarrassed. "N-no, sir. Sorry, sir," he apologized. Everyone was watching his every move, and eyes were staring at him.
Morita nodded in approval and continued on talking.
Peter slumped a bit, to avoid some people that were still staring and was tempted to put up his hood. The boy looked cautiously around to see anymore stares, and spotted one from the teacher's table.
It was the man that he bumped into. The gentleman looked at him with sympathy...almost as if he felt sorry for him. Peter looked away and averted his eyes towards the principle.
The first day was probably the most laid back school day there was. Although, it was kind of stressful to figure out their class schedules and whether they have their friends with them.
When Peter and his friends got their papers, they were somewhat bummed that they didn't get all the classes together.
"I have Algebra I for 1st period, World Geography for 2nd, Language Arts for 3rd, Spanish for 4th, then lunch, Photography I for 5th period and Physical Ed for the last period. Peter said, reading his paper.
"I have Algebra I,Language arts, Photography I, and Physical Ed with Peter," MJ said.
"No fair!" Ned whined. "I only have 3 classes with you," he huffed out.
"What are the classes you were put in with me?" Peter asked, leaning over to peek at Ned's papers.
"Spanish, World Geography and Physical Ed!" Ned pouted.
"You forgot Lunch." Peter smirked when Ned glared at him unhelpfully.
"D'you think Flash has some of your classes?" MJ asked. Peter shrugged and sighed, "I hope not. We already had to endure him from Middle school and Elementary."
The bell rang.
Hell was awakening for them.
Ned left to his own class and MJ and Peter walked to their class. They were pretty early from the rest of the group so they can pick out their own desks in the very back. When they entered, they were met with the man again.
Ah. So, he was a teacher.
"Hey, kiddos," The man greeted, not looking away from his white board. The gentleman's jacket was slung over the teacher's chair and aviator glasses forgotten. Peter could see more added feature. He was no older than 50 years old, and had deep brown eyes.
They quickly found their spot in the very back, where all the students bustled in, and sadly, Flash was in this period. In other unfortunate news, he sat right in front of him. Peter winced when a powerful cologne hit his nostrils. Damn Flash. They all sat in their comfortable desks and waited for the bell to ring to officially start the first period.
When the school bell rang, the class became silent and the teacher turned around with a sly smile.
"Welcome Class! I'm Mister Stark, but call me Tony, because it makes me feel old." The man grinned when the class laughed a bit. "Also, don't call me sir," he added.
"Now, I'm gonna mix everything up now, so be prepared," Mister Stark warned. He pointed at Peter.
"You there, boy, what's your name and stand up as well," he directed. Peter stood up awkwardly. "I'm Peter."
"Cool." Tony nodded and then pointed to a desk that was nearest to the teacher's desk. "I want you to sit here for the rest of the year."
Peter looked shocked, but non the less, he took his bag, a bit grateful that he didn't have to sniff Flash's strong cologne anymore. Peter sat in the chair, leaving a student standing up.
Mister Stark pointed to the girl that was standing up. "Whats your name, hon?"
"Cindy Moon," she replied.
Tony smiled. "I want you to sit where Peter sat before." The girl obliged and scurried to the seat, sitting down and folding her hands respectfully. The whole class was beyond confused, but they remained quiet.
"The boy that was in front of Peter, stand up, say your name," Tony said.
The bully stood up proudly. "I'm Flash Thompson."
"Okay, Flash, I want you to sit in two seats to your right," he said. Flash moved and sat down in his new seat.
"Stand up, and name, please," Tony said, pointing to another boy.
"Jason," he said. The teacher smiled and pointed to the chair he wanted the student to sit at.
From then on, he got everyone's names and assigned seat. MJ was able to sit right behind Peter, which was pretty nice. Mister Stark clapped his hands with a wide grin. "I can tell from your faces that you guys are all confused, yeah?"
Everyone nodded.
"Well, I want you guys to be out of your comfort zone and into the wild dangers that are lurking in this class." He pointed to floor and then himself. "That including me." The class chuckled.
"Now, onto rules!" He stated. "Rule number one! You guys can curse, only if its not to another classmate, and lets be real, everyone has their days and messes up. Science shows that cursing helps relieve your anger." The class nodded, a bit amazed that a teacher will allow cursing.
"Rule Number two! Every Thursday will result in a quiz. This week as well-" The class groaned.
"But, you will only get minimal homework. Sounds good?"
The class thought for a moment before several nodding heads approved.
"Number 3! You will get extra points if: You either spot a mistake on my part, or you showed your work on the math. Next! We all have anxiety, I think we can all agree on that, yeah?" Mister Stark asked the class, earning a handful of nods.
"Yeah, no fun. Now, I will allow music, but only by Sleeping At Last. It is proved that soft, mellow music helps with brain stimulation and calmness. Piano are acceptable too," he explained. "Though, I will also allow for cool time if you guys are actually having a stress melt down. You get 5 passes on that, so remember it."
"Finally, I don't want any spitballs flying around here, got that?" And he pointed his finger towards Flash. "That means you, Mister Thompson."
"But I didn't-"
"Just future references," Tony replied coolly, and winked at Peter.
Peter smiled at his new teacher. It was obvious that Mister Stark did witness of Flash being an asshole and decided to enforce the rule in his classroom. It was fair and...pretty wonderful of not having to worry about Flash annoying him.
"Also, many students struggle because they're too afraid to actually say it out loud. So, If you need help with algebra, come to me when your available and I'll help you out. Capiche?"
"Capiche," The class said all together.
"Good," Tony says.
Maybe this class wouldn't be so bad, Peter thought.
Unfortunately, Peter found out that he had 5/6 classes with Flash, and it was already horrible enough that he was bullied non the less by him. But, he was glad that he some classes with his friends.
When Peter entered his apartment, and was greeted by May right in front of the door with a wide smile on her face.
"Welcome home, sweetie! How was it?" She asked excitedly, kissing his forehead and walking into the kitchen.
"It was actually good," Peter admitted, smiling when May brought out some takeout food. Peter loved his Aunt May, but she couldn't cook anything for the life of her. So, they always had to get takeout.
"I heard there's a new teacher for algebra?" May asked, handing him the food. Peter took it and nodded. "Yeah, his name is Mister Stark and he's actually really cool. He allows us to play music and is pretty fair."
"Sounds like a teacher I wished I had," May giggled. The boy smiled and took a bite out of his food.
"Any other classes that were fun?" She asked.
Peter shrugged. "I have classes with MJ and we usually hang out together when Ned's not around. I like photography with her, so I guess that counts."
"Ohh." May wriggled her eye brows. "Someone is having a crush on the girl, huh?"
"May!" Peter blushed. "We're just friends, nothing really," he sighed.
"Uh-huh," May hummed incredulously. "Righttt."
"Shut up!" Peter faked his annoyance, but a grin crept onto his lips. "Now, I gotta do homework."
"Already?" May raised a brow. Peter nodded and stood up, his container of take out food, empty. "Yeah, but there's barely anything to do with the homework, so I'm just gonna finish it early," he answered.
"Sounds like a plan to me. I have the night shift again, so I need to leave in about 30 minutes. I left you school money for tomorrow and and I'll see you tomorrow after school," she said, kissing his brow.
Peter nodded. "Okay, goodnight, May!"
"Night, hon!"
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