Now Flash was scared. I could see it in his eyes. He knew he would screw up and mess with the wrong person one day, but he never knew that out of all people, it had to be Peter Parker!
Before Flash could respond or do anything, Celina, his ex-girlfriend, jumped up and forced the water bottle's contents down his throat. Flash's eyes widened in horror because of the millions of germs that were now in his body. He was pretty sure he was going to either: A. Get sick, or B. Get a rare disease that not even scientists or Doctor Carl would be able to cure. "THAT'S IT! DRINK IT ALL UP! MAYBE NEXT TIME THAT'LL TEACH YOU NOT TO CHEAT ON ME!" She snapped angrily, scaring me, and scaring Flash even more.
Flash had 3 girlfriends, and they never met each other until Flash was in the hospital for breaking his leg at a football game. Concerned, all the girls, including Celina, came to visit him. What happened? Well, let's just say Celina was beyond pissed off, the other girl said something smart to her, and that led to a huge fight, ripped dresses, and pulled out hair, and hair extensions if that counts.
I heard Flash had even given all three girls promise rings, which of course had made Celina fall deeper in love with him. She was crushed to find out that he had to have multiple girlfriends to be satisfied. His excuse for cheating on her was that she wouldn't let him take her body. She wasn't ready for that yet. She was still in school and was scared of getting pregnant. It was one of the few things she was scared of. It was also the times when he would belittle her for being tall, skinny, and pale like a Twilight vampire. She knew she'd be prettier like those popular cheerleaders in the school, but she had thyroid problems. Being skinny and pale was not her fault. She was even thinner as a child. If he didn't like the way she looked in the beginning, he should have just never asked her out in the first place.
As for the other girls he was secretly dating, one moved schools due to her being beaten up by Celina, and one stayed and became a cheerleader who had a huge grudge against Celina, even though it was Flash's fault for playing with their hearts like a puppet on a string. It didn't help that despite the scandal, Celina was one of the most popular girls in school.
Choking and spitting, Flash cried like a baby and ran up all the way to the dark part of the bus to be alone. Everybody laughed at him. I would feel bad, but Flash deserved it. I did it! I finally got my revenge. I have slain the dragon, and I have shown everyone that no one messes with Peter Benjamin Parker! I looked nervously at Celina. "Thanks," I said nervously.
"Anything to humiliate that jerk," Celina replied, turning away. "Glad to help." I could've sworn I saw a blush on her face before she turned away. (Could she be attracted to me? No, it couldn't be. Celina's one of the most popular girls at school, and I'm just me,) I thought.
Suddenly the whole bus got quiet when Principal Coulson walked right up to us. I gulped. I was in big trouble, wasn't I? Coulson scanned the bus and all the students, suddenly eying the now empty water bottle on the floor. "What is the meaning of this, Parker?" He asked.
"He deserved…" Celina started.
Before she could finish, Coulson snapped his attention to Luke's roommate Alex. "YOUNG MAN, YOU ARE OUT OF DRESSCODE!" He yelled.
"Huh?" Alex said, licking the hot Cheetos dust off his fingers. He was wearing baggy pants and was wearing a marijuana shirt. It was clearly obvious he always had the munchies.
Coulson felt the vein in his forehead getting ready to pop, bulging like he was in a manga. He rubbed his temples, trying to ease the pain. Digging in his bag, he held out a gray shirt. The bus driver entered the desert, and soon a gas station could be spotted a mile away. "Alex, change now. You better be happy I'm not feeling well today, young man, because I would write you up in a heartbeat," Coulson said, tossing the shirt to Alex.
Alex only nodded before wiping his mouth and hands on his old shirt. Coulson sighed, walking away. He had to make sure to grab a bottle of Advil and a bottle of water to at least get him through this field trip day. I sighed. Thanks to Alex and Celina, I was able to get out of talking to Coulson. I could have sworn I was going to get in trouble, but now I didn't have a lunch. My stomach growled, and I sighed.
(Now, what am I going to eat?) I thought to myself. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around, seeing it was Harry.
"Hey. I have 100 bucks on me. I'll buy you some food, but that doesn't mean I'm going to talk to you for the rest of the day…" Harry said.
I nodded in understanding. "Thanks, buddy," I said, but he cut me off.
"Yeah sure, Parker." Harry muttered. He was still angry about earlier. My stomach churned. What if Harry didn't want to be friends anymore? What if he stopped talking to me permanently? The thought of losing any of my friends, especially Harry, was unbearable. I couldn't take the thought of it. My head started to hurt really badly.
"Peter, are you all right?" MJ asked in a concerned tone.
"I'm fine," I lied. MJ begged to differ.
"Don't lie to me, Peter. Once we're off this bus, you're telling me what's going on," MJ said.
"Yes mother!" I said sarcastically, earning a poke in the arm.
"I mean it, Petey. You know I hate seeing you stressed," MJ replied. I saw the concern in her eyes. She really meant everything she said.
"Okay, okay I'll tell you everything once we get off, I promise," I said. MJ smiled, content with my answer, and sat back in her seat.
*3rd person p.o.v.*
Danny was in the fourth row, secretly watching the whole thing. He had a slight crush on MJ, but with Peter around, he knew he couldn't do anything. Ever since the breakup between Peter and MJ, Danny thought about asking MJ out, but she always saw him as a friend, or at least he thought. She never appeared to get a clue when he would buy her food, or even give her small gifts like perfume or flowers. Maybe she was secretly still in love with Peter, and was just hoping they'd get back together someday. Danny sure hoped that wasn't the case, because she was beautiful in every way.
MJ was smart, talented, and had more than enough sass to spice up any conversation and event. She was always the life of the party. Danny admired how her red hair shone in the sunlight, and he longed to one day see a wedding veil around that pretty face of hers.
*15 minutes later, Peter's p.o.v*
The bus stopped. "OKAY, EVERYONE! REST STOP TIME! IF YOU HAVE TO PEE DO IT NOW!" Coulson yelled. Everyone piled off the bus to use the restroom, and grab a bite to eat. The gas station nearby was selling pizza and hot dogs. They smelled pretty good, too. Maybe I'd try one, and hopefully I don't get sick.
*30 minutes later*
After explaining everything to MJ and using the restroom it was time to get back on the bus walking outside from the gas station I noticed all the buses were gone!
This had to be some sick joke or something where were the other's I tried to calm down but I wasn't able to I started to panic no this can't be happening Coulson wouldn't leave me. Maybe they just went to the other side of the gas station. It was a pretty decent sized one, after all.
Walking around the gas station, I felt the hot sun on my back. "No good. Nobody's here," I said. What am I going to do? I can't stay here all day. The gas station owner wouldn't allow it.
I heard a noise, and looked over. It came from the other side of the corner of the gas station I was standing at. I walked around, and I saw something that I thought I'd never see: a nervous and annoyed Celina. Actually, the annoyed Celina was nothing new. If she was annoyed, which was often, since every guy tried to date her, she would not hesitate to show it. A nervous Celina, however, is unthinkable. She was pacing back and forth, her red hair whipping back and forth like a flag. "Oh, of all the times to lose my cellphone, it had to be today," she muttered to herself.
*Celina's p.o.v.*
I was very irritated by the circumstances. Now, for those who know what I'm like, my being irritated is nothing new. Being asked out by arrogant guys is typically what I'm irritated about. The situation I was in, however, had undeniable novelty. Not only had I been left behind on my own, a situation I prefer to avoid, but I'd also lost my cellphone. Nancy probably had something to do with that. She'd been jealous of me ever since we'd learned that Flash was stringing us along. Without my cellphone, I couldn't call Sam, or Peter. Peter was really cute, in a smart/dork way, but Sam was more dork than Peter, and that just made him cuter. A blush sprang to my cheeks as I thought of the black-haired teen who seemed to enjoy pestering Peter. I stopped myself and shook my head. "Focus, Celina," I told myself. "Getting yourself worked up over some jealous woman won't help." I looked over, and I saw someone. It was Peter. He'd been standing there for a few minutes, no doubt long enough to hear me muttering. "Well, I'm glad I'm not the only one who was left here," I said, walking over to him. He wasn't Sam, but he had brains, brains I needed to help me come up with ideas to get us both home. "Do you know where everyone went?" I asked.
He paused in mid-reply. He didn't seem to know exactly where everyone had gone, nor did he know how to get there. "I'm sorry. I don't know," Peter replied. "Do you have Sam's number? Maybe he could help us out," he suggested.
Immediately, my face turned a light red. "I left my cellphone on the bus," I muttered, a bit embarrassed. "Do you have Sam's number?" I asked. He nodded, and handed me his phone. I gently took it, just so I could be sure that I didn't break it. Despite my tall, thin stature, I was quite strong, strong enough to go toe-to-toe with The Hulk in an arm-wrestling competition. Between you and me, The Hulk is still sore about losing.
*Peter's p.o.v.*
She opened it, and smiled. "Oh, good. We've got reception on this thing," she said, her face bearing a look of confusion. I looked at the phone, and realized that there was a message from a Director Fury. "It's nothing," I tried to explain.
Celina froze me with a look. "We will talk about this later, Peter Benjamin Parker," she said in a very serious voice. "Right now, I've got to make this call." As if on cue, the phone began ringing. I looked at the number. It was Sam, and Celina immediately answered it. "Hey, Sam," she said happily.
"Hey, Celina," I heard Sam say through the speaker. "I was getting-I mean, everyone was getting worried about you. Hey, do you know where Peter is?"
"He's right next to me, eavesdropping on our conversation," Celina said with a voice that seemed to border on sounding irritated, so I backed off a bit and sat on the curb. "So yes, he's okay. We're trying to figure out a way to get home. Care to help a defenseless, poor girl and a nerdy guy out?"
I heard Sam laughing loudly. "The whole school knows you're far from helpless," he replied, "ever since you beat up those girls with your right hand in a cast. Ouch!"
Celina chuckled slightly, and again, I could've sworn I saw a blush on her face, but it was much stronger than the one she had on the bus. That's when it hit me. (Celina likes Sam!) I shouted in my mind.
"Let's get back to the situation at hand," Celina said, chuckling a little more. "Can you help us get back with the group? Tell the bus driver to turn back or something?"
I heard Sam heave the biggest sigh I'd ever heard come from him. "I'm sorry, but we can't turn back. Phil's-I mean, Principal Coulson isn't feeling too well. That's why we left so soon. I can't help you."
"That's what I was afraid of," Celina said in reply.
"You? Afraid? That'll never happen," Sam replied with a scoff, unknowingly echoing my thoughts. Suddenly, there was silence.
"What happened?" I asked as Celina removed the phone from her ear with an expression that had the faintest traces of apprehension.
"Connection failed," she replied coldly. "Your phone's dead."
"Aw, man!" I complained. Getting up, I started to walk down the road, Celina following at my side. Maybe if I'm lucky, someone will let us hitch hike. I knew that was dangerous, because nowadays, people killed others just for fun. Still, maybe, just maybe, someone would give us a ride that wasn't a psychopath. Walking down the road, I totally remembered my bag was on the bus. I sighed. At least I had Celina at my side. She could protect me…hopefully. At that, I started to walk down the dusty hot road to somewhere…
To be continued…