Revisions: Edited for FanFiction dot Net 11/17/2015.
Previously...
Spider-Girl sighed, shifting her borrowed backpack on her shoulders and trailing Spider-Man's team out the door. Bracing herself for a full day of classes with the faces of (not) friends that were wearing (too) familiar faces.
Now...
Chapter 6: Who is Spider-Girl?
"Ugh, you are never picking out my clothes ever again, Sam," Petra said lowly as she tugged at the too small, borrowed skirt.
"I said I was sorry, Webby, get off my back!" Sam said, huffing in annoyance as they walked to their next class. Petra scrunched her nose up at the nickname, but otherwise didn't comment. Sam continued, "Pete has like, no hips, the only other things besides Ava's skirt was Pete's sweats[23]."
"Hey!" Peter said, looking at Sam dubiously, as if trying to parse an insult from Sam's comment. After a moment, he grudgingly conceded that having no hips was not actually an insult, in this particular instance.
"I think sweats would be preferable, at this point," Petra said, stopping in front of Peter's locker and opening it, "Flash keeps looking at me and sighing." Peter coughed and poked Petra in the side.
"Yeah, that's definitely creeptastic, but this is my locker," Peter said, reaching past Petra to switch out his text books.
"Oh, sorry Pete, habit," she said, stepping aside, "It's bad enough that he's a he in this dimension, but, ugh, his puppy eyes," Petra and Peter both shuddered theatrically. Petra opened her own locker and switched out her books [24].
"If he wasn't so annoying, it'd be pretty funny," Sam said, smirking. "I mean, I haven't seen Flash crush this hard, in, like, ever." Sam clasped his hands under his chin and made obnoxious doe eyes at Petra, cooing in his best Flash impression, "Oh man, she looked over here! Is she looking at me? Dude, she's looking at me! What do I do? Should I write a note? Alexander, what should I put on it?"
Peter and Petra made identical gagging faces at Sam's teasing. Then Petra frowned and bumped shoulders with Sam, closing her locker the same time as Peter.
"Is that why Flash passed me a note with hay fuego en mi pantalones [25] written on it?"
Sam snickered, and after a moment to translate in his head Peter joined him.
"Good one," Peter said through his very manly laughter that was definitely not giggling [26].
"Yeah, I know. I'm awesome," Sam said smugly. Petra rolled her eyes as they started walked to their next classes.
"It's good to see you again, Petra!" Mary Jane said, walking up to the three of them on the way to her own class.
"Uh, yeah, MJ, nice meeting you. This morning. For the first time," Petra said, tugging at her hair and making eye contact with Mary Jane very briefly.
"Sorry to cut and run but I need Sam's help with an art project. We'll save you a seat at lunch!" she said quickly, pushing between Peter and Sam. Sam raised an eyebrow at Mary Jane's declaration, but before he get a word in edgewise she had grabbed his arm and continued on her way. Sam was forced to walk backwards for a few moments in order to keep up. He raised his hand and waved farewell to the two Parkers.
They waved back, calling out simultaneously, "Later MJ, later Bucket Head!"
Sam turned around and fell in beside Mary Jane.
"An art project?" he asked dryly. She snorted, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.
"The best lies are half truths. And anyways, Sam, it isn't like Peter has any room to criticize me on making up excuses," Mary Jane replied, keeping her smile bright.
"His excuses are really lame," Sam conceded.
"Don't think I didn't notice you making up his excuses for him, now," Mary Jane said seriously, eyes momentarily cutting in their intensity.
"What? Psshh. No way," Sam said, twisting the cuff of his longsleeved undershirt with his fingers. "You are like, a legit journalist. I mean how could I possibly think that I could slip something by the only person to ever get an interview with Spider-Man?"
Mary Jane cocked an eyebrow and relaxed, opening the door to their shared class and letting Sam enter first.
"An interesting choice of deflection Mr. Alexander. Would you care to comment on how Spider-Man and this new vigilante are linked?" Mary Jane said, smiling brightly, teeth bared.
"Hah, what? What would I know about Spider-Girl? I mean, what connection? They're just two crazy idiots that run around in masks, stopping bad guys, right? MJ?" Sam said as he slid his athletic bag under his chair with a small, metallic 'clunk' and took his seat, eyes darting around the classroom. Mary Jane eyed him and his athletic bag thoughtfully.
"Sure thing, 'Sam'," she said, making the air quotes around his name with only her voice. Sam sunk lower in his seat.
"How do you do that?" he muttered, obviously not sulking [27].
"It's my super power," she said smugly.
The bell rang, and their teacher looked into the hallway and shook her head.
"You really can't afford to miss another class, Mr. Thompson. Do try to be on time next period, or you will get written up," their teacher said sternly.
"Uh, yes ma'am, sorry ma'am. I'll be on time for sure next class!" Flash said as he hurried in, spotting the free seat next to Sam.
"Oh great," Sam muttered under his breath, just loud enough to be heard by Mary Jane. Flash took the open seat and feigned attentiveness until their teacher turned to the white board and began writing.
"Ok class, get out your books and turn to page one seven three, today we will be reviewing…"
"Hey, Alexander, did you know that Petra is cousins with that nerdlinger Parker?" Flash whispered eagerly, as if this was truly scandalous gossip of the juiciest sort. Sam and Mary Jane shared a look, Sam shrugged his shoulders.
"Uh, yeah, I have eyes, Flash," Sam whispered back, shoulders hunched over his book, trying to follow along with the teacher's instructions.
"Pfft, yeah right, like they look anything alike," Flash said dismissively. Sam and Mary Jane both turned to stare at Flash in disbelief. "Peter is such a scrawny nerd, but Petra…"
Flash sighed, gazing off into the distance.
Sam turned to Mary Jane and gestured to Flash. Mary Jane rolled her eyes but kept her gaze focused on her book.
"Did you see her body? She is so ripped, I bet she's gonna join the volleyball team. Oh, or maybe she runs track?" Flash whispered in eager speculation [28]. Sam glowered at him.
"Stop being a creeper, Flash," he said as he turned back to his book, turning the page to catch up.
"Dude, what? It's not like I was talking about her tits or ass" Flash whispered, confused. Then leering, "though her tits are great, huge and bouncy! And, oh, man, her ass is just the best! She looks so tight and juicy."
"I said stop being a creeper, pendejo [29]!" Sam yelled, lunging across the aisle. Momentarily forgetting his relative lack of strength, he grabbed one handed at Flash's shirt and knocked over both of their chairs in the process. He followed through with a punch to the gut, hitting Flash as hard as he could.
"Oof!" Flash grunted as Sam's fist connected with a solid 'whump', hard enough to knock his breath from him.
"Sam!" Mary Jane said in shock. The rest of the class turning around in their seats to stare.
"Mr. Alexander, Mr. Thompson, stop this at once!" their teacher cried out, leaving the podium at the front of the class and striding towards where the two boys were already separating. Flash curled up, gasping on the floor. Sam stepping back, staring at Flash in surprise.
"Mr. Alexander, you will go straight to Principal Coulson's office immediately and without fail. That's an order!" their teacher said with authority. Sam dropped his hands to his sides and nodded duly.
"Understood Mrs. Preston," Sam said, face bleak.
"Mr. Thompson, try to relax..." Mrs. Preston began as Sam turned and headed towards Acting Principal-slash-Agent Coulson's office.
Flash's pained gasps and their teacher's surprisingly gentle voice fading as he closed the classroom door behind him.
／/＼｡｡／\＼ミ to be continued 彡／/＼｡｡／\＼
Footnotes:
23 Even though this was true, Sam also regretted picking out the skirt. Petra's legs were extremely distracting. Besides being toned, muscled, and going on for days, they lead to either her shapely ankles or totally bangin' ass.
24 They came with the locker. Both recently acquired courtesy of S.H.I.E.L.D.
25 There is a fire in my pants.
26 He was totally giggling.
27 He was obviously sulking.
28 In addition to being the star running back, Flash was also an excellent track athlete.
29 Asshole. Extremely offensive, more so than calling someone asshole in English.