So school started a while back and I still only have like 2 friends.
I thought high school was when everyone changed and people came together. But apparently not, every one is still an ass hole.
At lunch I sit with no one because my friends don't have my lunch. So I just read to myself. This is fine with me because I really hate human interaction.
Today was different though.
There was this girl who came and sat at my table. Now this girl was very pretty. She had blonde hair and pale skin. Her name was Gwen Stacy, she is top of her class.
She seemed very flustered and aggravated. "Can I sit here?"
"Uh, sure."
She sat down and began to mumble to herself.
"Are you okay?" I asked concern closing my book.
"It's just my boyfriend is being a huge jerk."
Gwen Stacy. Eighteen years old. Danced for ten plus years. She is dating the asshole of a quarter back named Flash. Relationship is mentally and physically abusive. She doesn't see anything wrong with it. She'll be a victim all her life.
"Why, what happened?"
She looked surprised that I cared. "Well, he always makes fun of kids and I don't think that's nice."
"I'm sorry-"
"Yo House!" Flash yelled across the way. "You talkin to my girl?" He walked over and placed a hand on Gwen's shoulder.
Flash Thomson. Nineteen years old. Held back twice. Started school early. Very low grades. Bullies because of family issues. His father peeked at high school, and so will he.
"Well y-yes." Clearly he saw me talking to her.
"Why? You ain't got no chance with her!" When Falsh talks, everyone listens. Where ever he goes, his crowd follows. So by this point the entire lunch room was crowded around us.
"Stop it Flash!" Gwen said and smacked his hand. She got up to leave but he grabbed her and pulled her close. "Let me go!"
"Aw come on babe, give me a kiss!"
"Just let her go, man," I said. That was supposed to stay in my head...
Flash looked at me and let her go. "Now I know I wasn't not talkin to you, House!"
"My name is Holmes, you illiterate micro phallus," I said under my breath.
Then Flash came over to me and gripped me up by my collar.
"What did you call me?" His face was inches from mine, and my feet where not on the ground.
"Put him down Flash!" Gwen protested.
He nudged her, "Leave us alone. I'd say this is man time but fairies don't count as men." His whole crew laughed. I was trying to stay up so I could breath but my feet couldn't reach so I couldn't push up.
"Hey, put him down," a single voice tried to help.
It fell silent. The crowd wasn't sure how to react to this rebel.
"Yo Parker, take a picture!" Flash joked.
I was loosing my grip and my face was red from embarrassment. From how Flash was holding me I couldn't see this Parker kid.
"No," the same voice said calmly. "Just- just put him down man."
"Cmon Parker! We'll even pose for you!" Flash quickly put me in a head lock.
Now I could see. I could see everyone. All of them just standing there, not helping. But this one voice trying to.
"No, let him go."
"Take the picture or I'll break your camera!"
Parker. Photographer. Thick frame glasses, near sighted. They weren't his glasses seeing as they are old and warn out. Perhaps a family members, but they do help him see. His hair was pure magic and his face made my insides warm. He had product in it. But you couldn't tell because the product was expensive. Moisturizes daily. Skate boarder, by the clothes. His camera was very expensive, you can see he tries to hide his money income by his warn out jacket and old backpack.
Flash reached over to Parker and ripped off the camera and smashed it on the ground.
Parker's face ran threw so many emotions within those few seconds.
"Flash, let me go!" I warned.
"Oh shut up you fairy!"
I grabbed his arm and bent down and flipped him over my shoulder sending him flying on his back.
All you heard was a thud when he hit. If he had air, he would have screamed. But he just laid there breathless.
I stood up and quickly helped Parker with his camera. "I'm so sorry I didn't do that sooner, Parker!" I apologized.
Everyone quickly sat back down as Flash's crowd ran, helping Flash.
"Umm no its okay," he said as he got down to get the broken camera too. "It wasn't your fault."
He got his bag and put the pieces inside. "Well, Parker, I'm sure you can afford another one."
"What?" Parker looked at me.
"Well by telling that you bring your expensive camera to school I'm sure that breaking it wouldn't be a worry. You're actually very wealthy. The clothes did through me off at first thought. Sure, it was hard to tell just by your camera. But you also have three sets of lenses in your bag and your watch is a Stark Industries watch witch costs more then the camera and the lens."
He looked at me, almost scared.
"Oh, sorry I'm Hamish Holmes," I stood up.
Parker zippered his bag and stood up, "I'm Peter uh Parker."
"Oh right, you're in my chemistry class," I reminded myself.
"Yeah, wait aren't you a freshmen?" he asked as he ran his fingers threw his hair.
"Yeah I'm just smart or whatever." I honestly didn't think I was smart at all. But apparently I'm advanced when it comes to science. So that's cool.
The bell rang and everyone started to run to class.
"Well I'll see you then I guess," Peter said as he began to leave.
"Yeah, see you later."
I want to be his lab partner. So I have an excuse to go over his house.
I want his face touching mine.
~Hamish Holmes