(My first take on a Spider-Man fanfiction. I fell in love with Homecoming, especially Zendaya's character, Michelle, and her interactions with Peter. I wanted the two to be together, which might happen in Far From Home, I'm not sure. I won't know until I see it. [Crossing my fingers they do end up together and hoping MJ won't die like Gwen did in Amazing Spider-Man 2.]
So I thought I could write my own story about Peter and Michelle's relationship where they DO end up together. Of course, it's not considered canon since it is called Fanfiction, but just think of this as happening after the first film, Homecoming. Besides… I have a lot of electrifying puns to give Max/Electro in this story and I have good idea on how to develop my take on Max's character in this story, since Max Dillon has yet to be introduced in the MCU.
Okay, enough blabbering, time to start this story. I'm including other Spider-Man characters that will have little relevance in the story but are actual main characters in the comics who have yet to be introduced in the MCU. [Spoilers, Martin Li and Dr. Strom make an appearance but have no importance.]
KOKBYE!)
New York City has many words to describe it's beautiful background. Lively. Gorgeous. Busy. Dangerous. In the most recent years, New York has been leaning towards the latter word. Ever since the Chitauri invasion of 2012, New York has been the center of attention of the entire nation. It went on a cycle of destruction and rebuilding itself over the course of years.
The most recent event that would happen to New York was an unmanned plane crashing onto the beach of Coney Island filled with Avengers tech. One Adrian Toomes, also known as "the crazy vulture guy", was arrested that night after Spider-Man took him down and saved the tech.
Ever since then, New York has been eerily quiet. Only small crimes such as purse snatchings and bodega robberies happening here and there. And yet, all of them had the same outcome. The crime was stopped by New York's friendly neighborhood Spider-Guy- er, Man.
To say that New York praised Spider-Man was an overstatement. To be quite honest, New York barely knew Spider-Man. As in they barely got to see him. Since there were no major events happening, New York's citizens never got a chance to even appreciate the spider's doings.
But to say that was also an overstatement itself. New York did appreciate Spider-Man's help around the city, course there were no National Spider-Man holidays where everyone would get out of school and dress up as Spider-Man and eat Spider-Man ice cream. Ya know the one's that look like his face, like Sonic's or Bubbles from Powerpuff Girls? Yeah, those are the best.
Of course, this never got in Spider-Man's head. He never really cared if there was no holiday named after him. He protected the city, the little guys to be specific, because it's his duty, because no one else will. He's a hero in their eyes, whether New York disagrees or not.
New York needs Spider-Man, and Spider-Man needs New York.
Delmar's was closed for the night, with Delmar, the owner, and his cat already at home and in bed. However, New York is known as the city that never sleeps, so basically, anything could happen. And the worst that could happen to Delmar, besides his entire shop blowing up thanks to some alien tech, was getting his store robbed while he was asleep.
A couple of burglars rounded up around the store, with one of them smashing a window in order to get in. As the leader went in, his colleagues followed, with only two standing outside on watch.
As the five burglars emptied the cash register and Delmar's safe inside, the two other burglars continued to stand and watch, their backs turned from the store. Suddenly, one of the burglars was lifted into the air quietly, not even making a peep. His friend noticed this and was about to call out for help until he too was lifted into the air and out of sight.
At that moment, the other five burglars walked out of the store, holding bags of cash, before they noticed their missing colleagues.
"What the?" questioned one of the burglars.
The quiet air was interrupted by someone clearing their throat up above them. The group of burglars looked up to see Spider-Man, leaning up against a wall with the two other burglars webbed up against it.
"Ya know, if you're trying to rob a bodega, try not to dress like a burglar. Goes a long way." Spider-Man taunted.
"Aw crap!" the leader of the burglars shouted. "It's that Spider-Guy!"
"I-It's Spider-Man actually and these…" Spider-Man webbed the bags of cash two of the burglars, causing them to be flown into the fruit stand. "…don't belong to you."
The rest of the burglars all stared up at Spider-Man with wide eyes and gaping mouths, obviously in shock and anger.
"I think the words you guys are looking for… is 'Get him'."
"GET HIM!" shouted all of the burglars.
As if on cue, one of the burglars pulled out a gun and pointed it at Spider-Man. Almost immediately, the arachnid themed hero webbed the gun and yanked it away from the thug.
"Hey! Those are dangerous!" Spider-Man scolded. "You shouldn't be playing with those! They're not toys, ya know."
Spider-Man jumped down from the wall and landed on one of the thugs and proceeded to kick another one into a pole. A burglar grabbed his crowbar and ran up to Spider-Man from behind, raising his weapon in the air. Thanks to his spider sense, Spider-Man knew the upcoming attack and grabbed the crowbar from behind. Afterwards, he swung the burglar over his head and onto the ground, where he was immediately webbed up.
Spider-Man suddenly jumped and flipped in the air, dodging two burglars about to attack him. Said burglars accidentally bumped into each other and fell down onto the ground, where they were webbed up together. Spider-Man landed on the ground and webbed a burglar by the fruit stand, whom was in the middle of getting up.
The burglar looked at the web on his chest before he was yanked off his feet and lifted into the air, where Spider-Man proceeded to hang him by a street light pole by the feet. He dangled in the air, trying his hardest to get out of the sticky substance, but to no avail.
The second burglar that crashed into the fruit stand grabbed his own crowbar and raised it in the air, just as Spider-Man was in the process of turning around. Luckily for his fast reflexes, the hero grabbed the crowbar just as it was about to hit his head. It was at this moment that he realized what shirt the burglar was wearing.
"Oh sweet!" Spider-Man exclaimed in excitement. "You got an Iron Man shirt?! That is so cool! Where'd you get this?"
The burglar struggled suddenly let go of his crowbar and went in for a punch; however, his punch was intercepted when Spider-Man held the crowbar in front of him, causing the burglar to punch said crowbar. The burglar yelled out in pain as he grabbed his hand, caressing it to try and stop the pain.
However, both his hands were webbed together and soon, both of his ankles. In mere seconds, the burglar fell down onto the ground as both his legs were webbed onto it. Spider-Man, thinking his job was done, suddenly heard groaning from his left.
He turned his head to see the burglar that he kicked into a pole was getting up. Said burglar placed his hand on the pole for support before it was webbed to the pole, trapping him to it.
"There." Spider-Man said as he clapped his hands. "All done." He looked down to see the thug that he landed on was getting up as well. "Oh wait." he says as he webs the thug to the ground. "Now I'm done." He turned his attention to the burglars. "Alright, so, the cops will be hear in a minute and they're gonna give you some nice, comfy jail cells. Sound fun?" He didn't wait for an answer as all the other burglars groaned in pain. "Good! Alright. Well, I'm outta here soooo… See ya."
He waved them goodbye and jumped high in the air before swinging off into the distance.
The two burglars that were webbed up together both had scowls on their faces as their heads were leaning on each other's shoulders respectively; they were webbed up from face to face instead of back to back.
One of the burglars sighed in annoyance. "I told you we should've robbed in Harlem."
"Ah, shut up, Doug!" the other burglar responded in an angry tone.
Spider-Man landed on top of a water tower and perched on it, looking over the city.
"Well," he says. "I just stopped a crime at Delmar's and the police are on their way. What else is there to do?"
~I don't sense any other crimes in the area. It looks like the coast is clear.~ Karen, his suit A.I., responded.
"Really?" asked the masked hero in a disappointed tone. "I mean it's still early."
~Peter it's 10:41.~
"10:41?!" Spider-Man shouted. "Why didn't you tell me it was that time?!"
~I just did.~
Spider-Man groaned as he grabbed his face in frustration. "I need to get home! Aunt May is gonna kill me."
~I can route a course that will lead to your destination in the least amount of time if you want.~
"Yes. Please, Karen."
~Alright. Route coursed. You should arrive at your destination in approximately 10 minutes.~
"Ten minutes?!" Spider-Man exclaimed out loud. "Why is it gonna take that long?!"
~Well you are in Jackson Heights of Queens, Peter.~
Spider-Man hung his head down in frustration and defeat. "Of course I am." he says to himself in a disappointed tone. "Only I will forget where I am when I get in the flow of my web slinging."
~Of course you are, Peter. You're the only Spider-Man in New York City.~
"I was being rhetorical, Karen." He then afterward sighs before standing up on top of the water tower. "Well, I better start moving if I want less of a lecture from Aunt May."
Spider-Man then jumped off the water tower and began swinging off of buildings.
~Peter. Your home is the other way.~
"I knew that!" Spider-Man replied.
He didn't know that.
Spider-Man swung onto a brick wall, next to a closed window; most likely his bedroom window. He planted his hands on the window and tried to open it, but to no avail. He tried to lift it up again, only for it to not move. Of course, he had super strength, so he could easily break the window, but that would lead to a loud noise, or someone spotting Spider-Man breaking into an apartment, waking Aunt May up, a broken bedroom window which would cost a lot of money.
"Locked." he says to himself. "Aunt May must've locked it for the night. Well, better take the less exciting way into my apartment."
A guy was standing in the elevator of the apartment complex, looking at his phone carelessly, waiting for his floor to be stopped. At that moment, the elevator dinged, indicating someone was getting on. Sure enough, as soon as the doors opened, the man grew a surprised expression to see who was behind the doors.
Spider-Man awkwardly walked in, not expecting someone inside the elevator this late at night. The masked hero stood next to him as an extremely awkward silence filled the air.
"Which floor?" asked the man.
Spider-Man, completely caught off guard, turned to the man, unable to comprehend any words. "Uh- Uh- Uh… 6th floor."
The man obliged and hit 6 button as the elevator dinged and the doors closed. There was no music as the two stood next to each other in a completely awkward silence. Neither of them couldn't think of something to say, while at the same time, not wanted to say anything at all to make the situation more awkward.
But the man was standing next to the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. At least, that's what he thought. He wasn't entirely too sure if it was a cheap cosplay or the real deal. Of course, he could ask, but that would be rude as well as make things even more awkward.
But he couldn't just stand there and not do anything. He had to say something. Just something to make things not too awkward than it already is.
"I like your suit." the man says in a quiet tone.
Once again, Spider-Man was caught completely off guard by the sudden voice of the man in the silenced air. "Oh, uh… Thanks." Spider-Man replies.
"Where'd you get it?" asked the man.
"Iro-... Er… A friend gave it to me." Spider-Man replied. "It's kind of tight… and it rides up the crotch a little bit…"
He immediately regretted saying those words, as the tension in the air just became even more awkward. The man simply nodded because, how else was he supposed to act? Jump up and down with joy?
"Cool." the man replies, having nothing else to say.
The two stood in complete, awkward silence once more, as the elevator continued to get them to their destination.
"Do you like… live here or…?" the man asks.
Spider-Man turned to the guy, a completely nervous expression hidden behind that mask. "I'm visiting a friend." he replies.
"Oh, okay." the man responds. And once again, awkward silence… that is until the man says something else once more. "Have you met Iron Man?" he asks.
Spider-Man simply turns to him, unable to respond to the question.
The front door to Peter's apartment opened, revealing Spider-Man, whom quietly stepped inside. He just as quietly shut the door, turning the knob so there would be no click when he shut it.
"Karen, activate night vision mode." he commanded in a whisper.
Through his eyes, everything went green, able to see the dark apartment. Spider-Man carefully tip toed his way inside the living room, almost making it to his bedroom door. That is, until the lights came on unexpectedly.
Spider-Man yelped out in pain as the lights blinded him thanks to the night vision mode in his mask. He quickly took off his mask and turned to the living room, where he saw his Aunt May waiting patiently on the chair, her leg crossed over her other one as she wore her pajamas.
"It's passed your curfew." she simply says.
"Have you been just waiting there in the dark this entire time?" asked Peter, completely bewildered at his aunt's actions.
"Where were you?" she asks, completely ignoring the question.
"I was out patrolling." Peter answered.
"For this long?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and lowering her head.
Peter shrugged, unable to come up with a good response. "Yeah?" he says in an uncertain tone. Aunt May sighs as she face palms afterwards. "Now, I know what you're gonna say-"
"What am I gonna say?" she asks.
"Oh, you're actually gonna let me say what I need to- Okay, uhm…" he paused for a brief moment to try and come up with something. "You're… gonna say… that me being Spider-Man… isn't okay."
"That's not at all what I was gonna say. Not even remotely close." Aunt May replied.
"Really?" asked Peter in bewilderment.
Aunt May thought for a moment before shaking her head. "Well, okay, it was kind of close." she admits. "Peter, I'm not saying you should be Spider-Man. I'm just saying that you should make room for Peter Parker too."
"I do make room for him- I mean, me." Peter replies. "I go to school, don't I?"
"And what do you do after school?" his aunt asked.
"Patrol the streets of Queens." Peter answers. Aunt May squints at him and raised her eyebrow at the same time. "Okay, I see what you mean. But Aunt May, New York needs Spider-Man! Who's gonna look out for the little guys? The Avengers are broken up so it's up to me to keep the streets of New York safe."
"Like how it was safe from that Vulture guy?" she asks.
Peter sighs in defeat. "Well, that was an entirely different situation." he says.
"How so?" His aunt asks.
"B-Because the guy was basically a supervillain!"
"Wasn't he just a guy in a suit?... Kind of like you?"
"Yeah, but the difference between me and him is that I have powers under my suit and he didn't… That and I'm not the dad of my crush." Peter shyly added.
"What if someone more menacing, someone more powerful, someone more… dangerous, than him were to be released on the streets of New York?" Aunt May asks. "Someone with superpowers. Someone who can easily defeat the Vulture single handedly without any difficulty. What then?"
Peter sighed through his nose in defeat, unable to try and come up with an argument for a response.
"Peter," His aunt says. "I worry about you. You know that. You're the only one I have left after Ben. If I lose you… I don't know what I'll do…"
Peter walked up to his Aunt and bent down to get into eye level with her, since she was still sitting on the chair. "May," he begins. "I promise you, I'll be safe. I'm Spider-Man-"
"But you're also Peter Parker!" Aunt May exclaims as she interjects her nephew.
"But I'm also Spider-Man." Peter smugly retorted while smiling. Aunt May rolled her eyes in response. "I can take care of myself, you know that. Besides, I'm the only one with actual superpowers here in New York. All the other Avengers are split up. I'm pretty sure no one else is gonna get superpowers, Aunt May. And if they do, I can take them."
"And what if you can't?"
"Then I'll… call Mr. Stark for backup."
Aunt May stares disappointingly at her nephew. "That's your plan? Call for backup?" she asks.
Peter then realized the flaw in his said "plan". "I'll work out the kinks." he hesitantly says.
Aunt May sighs and face palms once again for the second or third time. "If you're late for your curfew ONE more time, no Spider-Man for a week." she sternly says.
Peter grew wide eyes as he looked at his Aunt. "That's not fair!"
"Peteeeer…" she glares at her nephew.
Peter sighed in defeat and hung his head low, knowing full well he wasn't gonna win this fight. "Yes, Aunt May." he degenerately says.
"I'm glad you understand." Aunt May responds with a smile. "Now go to bed. It's a school night."
Peter nodded his head and made his way to his bedroom, closing the door when he went inside. Aunt May lingered behind before she stood up from her chair and reached for the lamp beside her, turning it off and darkening the room.
The next day, the school bell for Midtown High rung, as many students began walking into the school and into their classes. Peter Parker was amongst one of these students, currently heading into his third period class: Physics. The hero in disguise walked inside the classroom, passing many of his classmates. Specifically, one classmate.
A kid with black spiky hair wearing a checkered black and white opened buttoned shirt sat down at his desk. He wore black jeans with black sneakers underneath with red laces on said sneakers. Under his opened buttoned checkered shirt was a black blue lightning designed T-Shirt underneath; the kid also sported black rectangular glasses.
In front of him was a sketchbook with a sketch drawn in it. Said sketch appeared to be of an aquarium tank with several electric eels in there. The title of said sketch was called "Bio-electrical Generator". At that moment, another kid, specifically an Asian girl, approached the boy and sat next to him.
"Hey, Max." the girl greeted. "What do you got there?"
The kid formally known as Max turned to the girl, a warm smile plastered on his face.
"Hey, Cindy." Max greeted back. "It's my science experiment for the science fair next week."
Cindy took a look at the sketchbook, giggling shortly afterwards. "You're gonna submit a sketchbook?" she rhetorically asked.
"Ha. Ha. I forgot how to laugh." Max playfully and sarcastically responded. "No, it's a sketch of my science fair project."
Cindy took another look at the sketchbook, except this time she seriously took a look. "'Bio-electrical generator'?" she read. "What is it supposed to do?"
"Well," Max began. "essentially it's supposed to be a more clean way of supplying energy for machines. Instead of gas powered generators, my Bio-electrical Generator uses the electricity from the electric eels to power the generator, thus not only finishing the job but also finishes it without damaging the Earth's atmosphere." Max warmly smiled afterwards.
At that moment, a vexatious cackle blurted out behind Max, both startling him as well giving him an annoyed expression.
"You think you can win with that poor excuse of a science project, Maxi Pad?" asked the biggest douche in Midtown High: Flash Thompson. Max turned to face his classmate, whom boisterously sat in his chair, his arm laid lazily behind the seat. "Please." he says with pity. "You couldn't win a kindergarten show and tell with that abomination of a project."
"Well at least my nicknames for my schoolmates aren't sexually related." Max countered. "Says a lot about you, Eugene. Could it be you give sexual insulting names to other people to compensate your lack of a sexual life?" Max smugly replied while just as smugly smiling afterwards.
"Oooooooooooohhh." the whole class went after Max's roast.
Flash burrowed his eyebrows, deathly glaring at Max, obviously ticked at being humiliated in front of his peers.
"Oh snap!" a student shouted from the back. "Oh shnizzity snap! You got your ass handed to you, Flashy."
Said student was wearing a plain gray, open hoodie with a black T-Shirt underneath that had the words "Love Hump" written in bold, white letters. He was also sporting navy blue jeans with black boots underneath; up top, the kid had a gray beanie as his black hair glistened in the sunlight. Said kid was also sporting a few rings: one on his left ring finger and another on his right middle finger. His eyes however were completely different colors, with his left eye being blue and his right eye being green.
"Shut up, Lame Shane." Flash retorted. "Go back to listening to your old music."
Shane shrugged, not dazed by Flash's attempt at an insult. "What can I say?" he rhetorically asks. "Old music is best music."
Shane then placed his earbuds back into his ears, cutting himself out from any further conversations.
Flash turned back to Max and glared at him, who in return glared back. "You better watch your back, Maxi Pad." Flash threatened. "Because I'm gonna make sure that little science project of yours won't make it passed the first round. I'm the smartest between the both of us so I know when a project will fail."
"If you're as smart as you say you are, then you would know that science fairs don't have rounds." a feminine voice was heard amongst the class.
Flash and many other students, aside Shane, turned to direction of where the voice originated from. There, sitting in the back, at the table parallel of that of Shane's was Midtown High's captain of the Decathlon team: Michelle Jones, known as MJ by her friends.
"You're just mad that you weren't selected to join the science fair." Michelle wittingly said. "No need to take your anger out on poor Dillon over there."
"Thank you, Michelle." Max thanked. "I have high hopes for my Bio-electrical Generator. Not only will it get recognized, but it'll help the air pollution problem for Earth as well. Though I might lose the science fair, at least my machine will help the problems of Earth. That's true winning right there."
"You said it, Max!" Cindy exclaimed as she high fived him.
Max then turned to his friend, a curious expression falling on his face. "Say, Cindy." Max said. "I forgot to ask, what's your science fair project."
Cindy grew a wide smile as she dove into her bag and pulled out a vest like contraption. "I call it the Bio-Nexus Device." she explains. "This device will amplify a person's bio-energy so intense, that it can power a city block."
Max began examining the vest like project, feeling its textures and everything. "Can it really power a city block?" asked Max.
"That's the plan at least." Cindy responded. "Like you, I'm hoping this project will be a success, so that we will never have to rely on gas companies to power our city. We can just power it up ourselves."
"With the help of my Bio-electrical Generator, we might even save this planet." Max added, pushing up his glasses.
"Here's hoping." Cindy said. "You know, I never knew you were into saving the planet, Max."
Max turned to Cindy, a somewhat embarrassed expression on his face. "Well, it's just something to consider, ya know?" he asked. "Trying to do a nice thing for everyone goes a long way."
"I like that about you, Max." Cindy softly says. "You're always helping people before you help yourself. That's so honorable, you know."
Max could feel a blush creep on his face, though he tried his hardest to hide it from her as much as possible. In fact, ever since the end of Sophomore year, as Max is a Junior, he's developed a crush on the Decathlon team member; falling for her personality and her love for science as well as other people.
"Well I mean, when you help someone you help everyone, you know what I mean?" asked a flustered Max.
At that moment, the classroom door opened and in came the teacher of the class. "Alright, class." the teacher began to announce. "As you can see, I'm not your regular teacher. Mrs. Warren is at the hospital right now taking care of her mother. I'm your substitute today, Mr. Garcia. Your teacher gave me instructions on today's class so don't think you can get away with shortcuts while I'm here."
Mr. Garcia then grabbed a clipboard and adjusted his glasses.
"Now when I say your name, say 'present' or 'here' or whatever." Mr. Garcia halfheartedly said. "Uh, Sally Avril."
"Here." Sally says.
"Betty Brant."
"Present." Betty said, having her hands crossed with a huge smile on her face.
"Abe Brown."
"Pre-sent. Ha ha." Abe said as he chuckled a bit at the end.
"Brad Davis."
"Over here." Brad waved his hand in the air.
"Maximilian Dillon."
"Present." Max said.
"Shane Hertz." There was no answer. "Shane Hertz. Is there a Shane Hertz here?"
Michelle looked to her side to see that Shane was slumped up against the wall, earbuds in his ears while looking at his phone. The teenaged girl threw a pencil at Shane, grabbing his attention.
"What? What the hell do you need?" Shane asked Michelle in a rude manner as he took the earbuds out of his ears.
"To know your name." Mr. Garcia sternly replied, having being ticked at the use of Shane's language.
Shane quickly took a sharp turn to his right, obviously startled by the sudden, booming voice of which he did not recognized. Because of blurting out a curse word, he immediately felt embarrassed as everyone in the class began staring at him, some holding in their chuckles while staring. Shane looked all around him, an extremely surprised expression painted all over his face.
"Uh…" Shane said. "Sh-Shane Hertz, sir."
"Thank you." Mr. Garcia thanked. "And watch your language in the future."
"Yes, sir." Shane meekly replied.
Mr. Garcia adjusted his glasses once more as he looked back at the clipboard in his hand. "Michelle Jones."
"Here." Michelle says as she continues reading her book in front of here.
Meanwhile, Ned leaned over to his best friend, Peter, whom was busy writing a new web fluid formula in his notebook.
"Peter." Ned whispered.
"Huh?" asked Peter as he took his eyes off his notebook to face his best friend.
"You still going to Times Square this weekend?" Ned asked.
"Of course, man." Peter confirmed, giving his friend a wide, warm smile. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."
"What's going on in Times Square, dorks?" asked Michelle from behind them.
The two turned around, slightly startled by Michelle's sudden voice. "Oh, nothing." Peter replied. "Ned's family are going to Times Square this weekend and he invited me."
"You're welcome to come too, ya know." Ned added.
In response, Peter looked at his friend with wide eyes and an expression that looked like he just saw an alien burst out of Ned's chest. Michelle, meanwhile, squinted her eyes towards the two before eventually shrugging. "Sure, why not?" she asks. "Not doing anything this weekend anyways so I might as well spend it with two of the biggest nerds in Midtown High."
"Two of the biggest dorks that you're in charge of, remember?" Peter slyly remarked.
Michelle rolled her eyes in response. "Oh how I feel special." she sarcastically responded. "So is it just the three of us or is the whole decathlon team coming?"
"Well, I don't think my parent's car can hold that many people." Ned answered hesitantly.
"So it's just the three of us?" she asked. "The Three Musketeers."
"Looks like it." Peter replied.
"Oh, I love those candy bars." Ned said in an entranced voice.
Michelle looked at him with lidded eyes. "I'm talking about the book." she specified.
"Oh." Ned sheepishly replied.
"When are we leaving?" asked Michelle.
"This Saturday." Peter replied.
Michelle smiled in response. "Cool." she says. "Text me when you're about to leave so we can walk to Ned's together, alright."
She didn't wait for a response as she got up from her desk and walked up to the front of the class. Peter was dumbstruck at Michelle's sudden demand but questioned nothing about it, as this was Michelle he was talking about. The two proclaimed "losers of Midtown High" turned around and went back to their own work, all while Mr. Garcia continued to call out names.
"Dude," Ned whispers into Peter's line of hearing. "she's totally into you."
Peter looked at his friend with a bewildered expression. "What makes you think that?" he asks.
"Because Michelle will never tell anyone to walk with her up front like that." Ned explained. "She'll only do that if she likes someone."
"Or if she's planning on killing them." Shane remarked across from them, all while not taking his eyes off his phone. The two dorks looked at their classmate with questionable looks, earning a glance from the music loving teen himself. "What? It's just a theory." he said defensively.
Ned turned back to Peter. "Point is, she has it out for you, in a good way of course."
Peter looked at Ned with the same bewildered expression. "You need to stop watching romance movies, dude." Peter says as he goes back to working on his web fluid design in his notebook.
"But Breakfast at Tiffany's is such a good movie, dude." Ned defended.
"Ned Leeds." Mr. Garcia called out.
"Here." Ned responded.
"Peter Parker."
"Present." Peter replied as he looked up from his notebook.
"Cindy Moon."
"Here." Cindy chirped.
"Eugene Thompson."
"That's my name, don't wear it out, baby." Flash quipped, earning a few groans and eye rolls from his classmates.
Mr. Garcia set the clipboard down on his desk and grabbed a pile of papers sitting right on top of it. "Alright," he began. "now that attendance is out of the way, it's time to move onto the lesson. Flash, would you care to come up here and write the equation from yesterday?"
"I sure would, Mr. Garcia." Flash giddily replied as he began making his way up to the front board.
On his way there, Flash passed by Max's desk and 'accidentally' knocked over his glasses case on the ground, earning him a glare from Max.
"Really?" he asked as he glared at Flash.
Flash gave off an innocent smile as Max sighed in annoyance while shaking his head; he bent down to grab his pencil case. While doing so, Flash, once again, 'accidentally' spilled Max's water bottle all over his notebook, ruining all the contents inside.
Water was splashed all over Max's back, causing him to immediately sit up and see the mess that Flash created. Max grew a furious expression as he began glaring daggers towards Flash.
"Come on! Are you serious?!" Max practically yelled.
"Oops." Flash 'innocently' replied.
"Dude, that took me weeks just to work on the prototype sketch, man!" Max yelled. "Now I'm gonna have to start over again in case my current generator doesn't work!"
"I missed the part where that's my problem." Flash replied in an asshole kind of tone as he began walking back to the front of the class.
Max began to get up, clenching his fist as hard as he could, until he felt something tug his shirt sleeve from behind. He turned around to see Cindy looking at him, a sympathetic look on her face.
"Max." she says. "No. Don't do it. You'll just get in trouble."
"But he can't get away for that!" Max exclaimed.
"Karma will take care of him one day." Cindy reassured. "Just sit down and keep your chin up. Everyone has a bad day."
Max exhaled through his nostrils and sat back down in his seat. "It better take care of him soon because I wanna kick his ass so badly."
"We all do, Max." Cindy said. "But now's not the time. The last thing I want to see is you getting in trouble or something bad happening to you. So sit down, continue on with class, and soon, you'll forget all about it."
Max thought about it for a second before eventually exhaling through his nose again, plastering a warm smile on his face. "Thank you, Cindy." he says above a whisper.
At that moment, Flash came walking back again, having already written the question on the board, and slapped Max's head as hard as he can before walking again, snidely laughing in the process. Max held his head in pain as he glared knives at Flash, before remembering what Cindy said just now.
He shook his head as he turned to face the front of the class. "I hope his dog chokes on it's food." Max said in such anger and with a livid attitude.
"Did you really have to bring up a dog?" asked Cindy, a painful expression falling on her face.
"What?" Max asked. "I hate him but I don't want him to die."
Cindy rolled her eyes as she turned to face the board, as did Max and the rest of the class. Aside from Michelle and Shane, whom were busy reading and listening to music respectively. The two eventually made eye contact, causing both of to squint at each other.
Shane, however began to lick his lips and flick his tongue at Michelle, before quickly turning his attention back to his phone, acting as if nothing happened. Michelle gave off a slightly disgusted expression before going back to her book, stealing one last disgusted glance at Shane.
(Ooh wee. What a tremendous start if I do say so myself…
Nah…)