Disclaimer: I STILL DON'T OWNNNN THEMM AND IT MAKKKEEESSS ME SADDDD!
A/N: Sooooooooooss… this is like totes from the pov of Wade. I thought it would hot if both wade's and spidey's thoughts were here. This is a journal so its all in italics. Like this. REVIEW ME PLZZZZ! AND THX TO MY BETA MOPUNKROCK!1!1!11!
The Journal of Wade Wilson. Because Diaries are for chicks not manly men.
10:00 am Life is cool.
Woke up this morning at the above time because I am too awesome to wake up before 8 like the normal kids that go to school. And don't think I am going to describe myself as some stupid "normal kid" that can't even excel at the stuff he's good at. Nope. I am one classy dude. I live in a trailer live in a trailer in the middle of central park. And it's not in the pussy part of central park with all the trees. No, my pad is by the dumpster, the gritty part of central park.
I was thinking about not going to school today but I remembered that cheerleader with rack (I think her name is M.K. or something… Or K.Y? Not really sure) told me she was going to meet me by the bleachers; If you know what I mean.
However, something happened that made me change my plans. Stupid, nerdy, yet oddly alluring. I saw him in the locker room and why does he keep giving me death stares? He should really stop that. It's turning me on. Well I lost interest in Miss Soulless Ginger so told her to gop get a Slurpee and that she can't come back till after 2:45. (A/N Peter and Wade's School ends at 2:24) I tried her annoying friend with the blond hair and the head band, God, that chick should just jump off a bridge or something.
Well I think I might actually go to school tomorrow. I am going to beat up that parker kid. And I seriously mean beat up. Not push him in the back of my trailer like that one dream I had.