A/N: Yes, it is confirmed in the previous chapter that the Marvel universe Peter Parker is missing. He did not switch universes. His whereabouts will be revealed later.
Changed summary. Looked goofy.
Midtown Manhattan Magnet High School:
Flash Thompson was not an easy person to intimidate. Those who threatened him or even talk crap behind his back were promptly taught a painful lesson. Kenny and Osborn were his backup and they were always present beside him. No one in Midtown High dared oppose the terrifying trio.
Now, looking at his favorite target, Flash was clearly put off. Puny Parker never spoke out or even retaliated verbally when he and all the other populars harassed him. So it was pretty unusual to see the boy unleash an attack consisting of harsh words directed at Sally, no less.
Though, Flash was reluctant to agree with Parker for the very first time. Sally did have a grating voice that reminded him of nails on a chalkboard. Still, calling Sally a slut was very much uncalled for. Looked like Prissy Parker wanted a war, Flash thought.
Flash was the only thing holding back Sally from outright beating up the nerd. But...Parker didn't look like a nerd this time. The bookworm glasses were gone, he was no longer lanky and skinny, and his shy and meek behavior was replaced with ferocity and aggressiveness.
Flash wasn't dumb enough to cause a scene on the first day, as much as he wanted to teach Parker his place. He was very tempted to rush forward and give the biggest beating he ever gave to Parker. But, he had other ideas.
Leaning in near Sally's burning red hot ear,—probably from anger— Flash whispered, "Not now. We'll teach this dweeb a lesson at Lunch or somethin'."
Sally looked contemplative for a moment before nodding with a glare aimed at Peter Parker.
To conclude the scene, Flash said aloud, "Jesus, Parker! You're a freak!"
That was enough to make some outright point and laugh at the geek. Even without the associated accessories, Parker was still a wallflower in his eyes.
"Parker's crazy!" Osborn added, his obnoxious laugh following. That seemed to have spur more laughs from everyone else.
Yep, that'll do. For the time being, Flash considered this satisfactory until later.
Liz Allan was not easily impressed with most of the boys in her school. Flash was an exception, for he was her boyfriend and the manliest of them all. He was the Midtown Mustang's quarterback and he didn't disappoint.
She joined up in Flash's outings to harass the nerd that was Peter Parker. She knew their reasons and she was inclined to agree with them. Peter Parker was a geek and he was immediately shunned away from everyone. People avoided him like a disease. Nobody wanted to hang around the boy that they deemed unworthy. With the way he was acting last Liz saw, Liz was confident that Peter's status was never going to change. It was a fact.
Sally was her best friend, and to see her be outright insulted by the unpopular nerd, nobody would be surprised that Liz wasn't pissed herself.
Liz wouldn't be lying if she said she wasn't impressed with the display. Every boy was took weak in the knees or were afraid of their own reputation to speak out against Sally. If Liz didn't see it herself then she wouldn't believe that Puny Parker grew a backbone. She didn't think he had any bones to begin with last she remembered.
This Peter Parker was nowhere near the Peter Parker Liz knew. He had a certain aura to him that Liz was unable to explain. All she could think at the time was that Parker had certainly changed. And not in a good way; he could possibly pose a threat to the popular crowd.
Besides, she joined the laughter once Flash defused the situation. She knew her man was going to avenge Sally, and Liz wanted to be there when he did.
Mary Jane Watson was possibly the most beautiful girl the school has ever had. Her figure coupled with her luscious and vibrant red hair along with a perfectly shaped face had granted her popularity. She didn't mind at all.
She, like the others, frowned upon the unpopular kids like Peter Parker. He was unworthy of holding such a title in the school. He wasn't athletic, fashionable, and attractive. The glasses coupled with his interest in science was a major turn-off for most of the girls. They steered clear of him ever since Freshman year.
Mary Jane was warned to stay as far as possible from the Parker boy. It was an inconvenience to find out that the boy was her next-door neighbor. She always made sure to avert her gaze whenever Parker was near her after school. He didn't seem to have the courage to speak to her, anyway.
Sure, his Uncle died and she was there to see the aftermath of police officers and paramedics, but that was, like, three months ago. That was enough time to recover, right?
But to see the so-called "nerd" speak against Sally was shocking. It just came out of nowhere. Sally was absolutely destroyed by his comeback. His voice, Mary Jane noted. It was gruff like a Sergeant in the Marines. It held tiredness and a bit of hoarseness. Just how could a teenager like Parker develop such a voice? And to think Parker had the balls to disrespect Sally Avril like that?
Never in a million years.
Gwen Stacy was as beautiful as Mary Jane Watson. They were often compared in terms of beauty but it was often declared a draw. Gwen had remarkable blue eyes and blonde hair that seemed to glisten in the sun. Her figure was comparable to that of Mary Jane and Liz. It didn't come off as a surprise to anyone that she was instantly deemed popular by Flash Thompson.
What did come off as a surprise though was Peter Parker's outlash. The cretin had disrespected her friend Sally. They wouldn't let that one slide without a proper and fitting punishment. But his voice had caught Gwen off guard. Last she remembered Peter's voice it certainly wasn't as deep and gruff as it was now.
Then his body caught Gwen off guard once more. He was not the human skeleton he once was. Puny Parker was more developed and noticeably more muscular. Gwen had a knack of noticing the smallest of details. It wasn't well-known that Gwen could hold her own and match Peter when it came to academics. Who would expect a beautiful creature like Gwen was actually far more intelligent?
Still, Gwen didn't like the change Parker went through. He was supposed to be the victim, not Sally. Gwen wanted to be there when they avenged their friend. No one, especially the nerd that was Peter Parker, gets away with publicly embarrassing one of their own.
Harry Osborn was a handsome fellow with dark red hair. Everyone wanted to be his friend and Harry couldn't blame them. He was, after all, the richest kid in the school thanks to his father's company Oscorp.
Osborn was anything but weak. He made a fine QB when Flash was unable to make it to their practices or games. Though, he'd much rather prefer being a linebacker over that.
Safe to say that the popular guys and gals were arrogant and demanded everyone's attention and respect. They had full authority of the cliques and no one dared to overthrow them.
Parker was Osborn's favorite target much like Flash and Kenny. He was the weakest and weirdest of them all. They were doing what was necessary, Harry Osborn once said. Everyone agreed to that. Beating up and making sure nerdy Parker knew his place was imperative.
Parker slandering one of their own was absolutely unacceptable. Osborn was quick to add on to Flash's verbal retaliation. Harry supposed that he and Flash think alike.
Still, Harry, like everyone else, was utterly shocked to hear the drastically different voice that came from Peter Parker. Then there was the physical change to Parker. It was once said that Puny Parker was boneless, derived from the meme "boneless pizza" and everyone laughed their socks off. Now, however, Parker was nothing like boneless. Quite the opposite, actually.
It didn't matter. Once a nerd, always a nerd.
'Really? Meh, had worse,' Peter mentally shrugged, returning to his usual stance as he drew his hand away from the currently invisible holsters. The laughter didn't bother him at all. Neither did the pitiful jab. He assumed that they were planning something special for him during lunchtime or after school. Maybe both. Peter was prepared to find out.
Shrugging, Peter didn't say a word and made his way inside the school, confusing just about everyone. He could see the disappointed look Flash had when he learned that the tactic had no effect on him out of the corner of his eye as he pushed the entrance doors open.
"Damn," Peter faintly heard Kenny curse. One thing was for certain, though. The entire popular crowd didn't look so happy with Peter's lack of reaction if the glares and scowls were any indication to Peter.
'Okay, have to get my schedule…' Peter wandered through the halls. He noticed that every student he passed had steered clear of him, but they looked confused. Must've been the drastic transformation. 'Looks like this Parker was popular, but not in the good way.'
Eventually, Peter found the office. He entered, asked for the desk lady for his schedule, she asked for a name, offered said name, waited, and finally got his schedule. Parker mumbled a 'thank you' out of common courtesy and left the office. Quick and clean, just the way the ODST liked it.
Peter wandered the halls once more, passing lines of lockers, students, and the occasional makeout session up against the locker. God, how he disliked the number of hormones floating about.
No one seemed willing to help the easily lost ODST and Peter wasn't willing to ask for help. Not yet, at least. 'Jesus Christ, are there any maps?!'
Peter glanced down to the schedule in his hands frustratingly. First period was room 707. He didn't bother with the class. All that mattered was the room. Looking around, Peter found himself in the 600s hall, a major improvement from his initial adventure in the 200s.
Eventually, after a long and tedious moment of thinking and reflecting, Peter found the 700s. The damn school was like a maze. Peter was amazed that the students managed to find their way around the school, no pun intended.
"Well, looks like this is it." Peter said to no one in particular as he stood in front of room 707. As soon as he finished his sentence the bell decided to ring and the multiple shuffles of feet and doors clicking open followed.
Sighing, Peter adjusted his school bag with a bump of his shoulder before stepping forward to enter his first class.
'Just how did I get from fighting the Covenant on the Ark to attending school? Oh, right…'
Corporal Parker's first four classes were uneventful. It was the same damn procedure when it came to the first weeks of school. Introductions, course overview, papers that needed to be signed by parents, blah, blah, blah. Peter was just about ready to turn in and sleep because he was just that bored. Sure, he could've ditched with no consequences. But there was Aunt May who had supposedly got her nephew back. Walking away from it all when he was this deep would be heartbreaking for her and it would raise questions, too.
Peter walked in his fifth class of the day: Advanced Biology.
Peter was a bit surprised to find Flash, Liz, Sally, and all the popular people already there including Mary Jane, Gwen, and Harry. As soon as he walked in their eyes shifted to him, but he ignored them easily. Some dude called Mr. Warren taught the class as indicated by the name written in black marker on the whiteboard at the front of the class.
Taking a seat and disregarding the stares, Peter carelessly dropped his school bag on the tiled floor and leaned back to relax until the bell rung. To pass the time, he listened to the conversation that Flash and his band of popularity continued shortly after.
"Parker is such a weirdo," Liz Allan commented, her volume not too loud yet not too quiet. Just the right amount so that Parker could hear her loud and clear. To Peter, it sounded like they started up a new conversation based on him just to spite him.
'Gonna have to try harder than that,' Peter mused, chuckling quietly to himself.
"Yeah," Sally agreed a bit too loudly. "He's such a freak."
Peter kicked his feet up on the desk and rested his hands on the rear of his head. He'd like to think he pulled off the careless look pretty well. Too bad he disturbed the female student in front of him. Turns out the desks were placed in rows. Peter didn't bother paying attention to that little detail when he walked in.
"Dweeb's got nothing on us," Flash spoke confidently with a grin. Peter had to roll his eyes. Were they only going to talk about how freaky, weird, and strange he was? That was just pathetic and weak.
"Hey!" The girl in front of him quietly hissed. Peter retracted his feet and placed them back on the floor. When he did just that it revealed a girl with red hair similar to Mary Jane's and looked just as beautiful. Peter paid no mind to the green sweater she wore and answered without missing a beat.
"Yeah, what?"
She seemed shock when she heard his voice. Caught off guard, she looked uncertain for a moment. Then, with narrowed eyes, the Mary Jane look-alike continued, "You're an asshole!"
"And?"
The ODST didn't think it was possible that her eyes would narrow even more. "You just put your feet up on that desk without knowing that I was in front of you?"
Peter shrugged. "Meh. Didn't notice," He answered truthfully.
She didn't seem to buy it. "That's bull."
"Okay, okay. Sorry." Peter apologized, but the tone he was using suggested he wasn't being as sincere.
"Just don't do it again," She muttered as she turned back around to plop her head on the desk with her arms acting as a makeshift pillow.
The bell chose that time to ring. Peter couldn't help but laugh at the annoyed growl that came from the pretty girl in front of him.
The class settled down so that meant no more hearing Flash's group deliberately trash talk him. Thank god.
Mr. Warren was nothing special. Plain old teacher and like the other previous classes, he gave an introduction, course overview, and then an activity for the class to get to know one another.
Peter didn't complain when he was paired with the redhead sitting beyond him. She looked mildly annoyed since she was woken up from her tired nap.
Back to third grade for the time being, Peter supposed as he looked at the so-called worksheet laid out in front of his desk. Meanwhile, redhead girl moved her desk beside his so that they could work together more comfortably.
The corporal heard the nearby snickers from the popular group. Again, he ignored them. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction.
"How do you put up with them?" The redhead beside him asked, hooking her thumb towards the obnoxious popular table.
"Got bigger problems than a bunch of dickheads wasting their time to make my life miserable." Peter replied coolly. There was Buck, Romeo, Dutch, Rookie, and Mickey to worry about as well as their predicament. That got him thinking.
The portal of transgression thingy should be destroyed by the Flood-infested High Charity crashing. Peter hoped to god that the Brute Chieftain somehow survived the crashing of High Charity so that he would suffer a horrible death by the hands of the Flood.
'God, I almost want to be there to see that…'
Peter could almost picture the scene in his head. A pretty disturbing scene yet satisfying considering who the victim was. He'd seen plenty of infected Brutes in...Voi,
"—rker? Peter?"
Peter was shaken out of his thoughts by a hand waving between his vision. Must've spaced out, but it wasn't as bad as last time.
"Huh?"
"You okay? You spaced out for a minute." The redhead asked, concern seeping into her tone. Her green eyes seemed to have matched her tone, indicating that she was genuine.
"Yeah," The veteran nodded, clearing his mind of the bad memories. He didn't want to think of...that right now. "I'm good. Good."
"Okay, then," She shrugged before turning to look at her own worksheet.
The worksheet was one of those 'get to know your partner' kind of worksheet. Peter hadn't even written anything on it yet.
"You, uh," the redhead coughed awkwardly, "gonna start?" She gestured to his empty paper.
"Oh, right." Peter nodded before grabbing his pencil from his school bag that he had relocated to under his seat earlier. Peter guided his pencil—he still hadn't gotten used to using No. 2 pencils—and wrote his name twice. One went on the top of the sheet and the other where it read, "Your name:"
Parker's eyes flickered to the right a bit and found partner's name beside with a line following, providing space to write. Looking over to the redhead mindlessly scribbling on her sheet, he asked, "Hey, what's your name, kiddo?"
'Son of a—' the ODST mentally cursed at the slip of tongue. He must've been too accustomed to calling teenagers and children kiddo back in his semi-early years. He'd rescue a few civilians and some were teenagers and children lost. He'd address them all as 'kiddos' considering the age difference.
"Kiddo?" The redhead repeated incredulously, giving him a strange look. "You're one to talk! You're the same age as me!"
Parker forced himself out of memory lane for the second time and answered, "Sorry, uh. Don't know where that came from."
His lips formed a smirk when he added, "I don't sound like someone your age, though."
"Tch," she shook her head. "Whatever. My name's Jean."
Peter gave her an expectant look. "What, no last name?"
"Jean Grey," she relented with a small sigh.
"That's better," Peter said with a small smile, writing the name down with accuracy. He looked at the list of words that seemed to go on endlessly and read each one. The questions he had to ask Jean were boring and bland. Absolutely no taste. So, Peter asked his own questions. "So, who are you interested in?" If he was going to live as a teenager in High School then he was going to indulge himself in a little gossip to both entertain and pass his time here.
"What?" Jean squeaked, surprised at the question presented.
"You heard me. Who do you like?" Peter repeated, emphasizing the final word.
Jean folded her arms and frowned. "That's not what a boy is supposed to ask a girl," She muttered.
"I don't hear a no," Peter teased Jean, a smile creeping onto his face.
Jean's frown transformed into a look of annoyance as soon as Peter laid his elbow on the desk and rested his hand against his temple.
"Piss off," Jean warned Peter.
"Fine, okay." Peter let the subject slide once he noticed that she was getting a little too defensive. So, he fired up his next question. "Who's the worst out of the in-crowd?"
"Tie between Flash and Avril." Jean answered with no hesitation, drawing an amused look from the leatherneck.
"You were pretty quick to answer that," Peter remarked. "Flash's name used to be Eugene," Peter tossed out that little fact. Hopefully Jean will use that information wisely.
"Pfft!" Jean barely contained herself. Luckily her snickers were inaudible to the chatty classroom. "You're kidding?"
"Nope," Peter shook his head.
That was enough to make Jean burst out into hysterical laughter, her fist slamming against the desk the entire time. Everyone around them gave her strange looks but chose not to comment.
Flash must've had a Flash-sense, Peter thought. He suddenly turned towards them and looked suspicious. Then his gaze landed on Peter and he returned fire with his own glare that discouraged Flash from continuing his starring. So, Flash turned back to his group and continued whatever bullshit conversation he was having with them.
"Oh, I think you and I are going to be great friends," Jean said with a tiny smile once she recovered from her outburst.
"Great…" Peter rolled his eyes. Now he had a friend. That was perfect. Not!
'Was really hoping I wouldn't get attached to anyone,' Peter internally groaned. Even more reason to not disappear. Jean would begin to question, and so would everyone else, of his whereabouts. Though, the worse that Flash and his goons could do was spread rumors in his absence.
"I'm going to get a drink," Peter suddenly announced, peeling himself away from the desk and approaching Mr. Warren who was sitting at his desk.
'God, they still have those desks with the seat attached?' Peter complained to himself.
With a few words exchanged, Mr. Warren gave Peter the green light to get a drink of water. Peter left the classroom, letting the chatter to roam outside for a brief moment before being muffled.
Unfortunately, the water fountain seemed to be a package with the restrooms. That meant he had to go to the restrooms—if he could find it—and then enjoy the sweet taste of H2O.
Peter would've drunk the water from his water jug resting inside his school bag, but he had finished its contents earlier. That resulted in a few restroom breaks. He didn't think he could handle going to the shitstain that was the boy's bathroom anymore.
Peter roamed the empty halls in search of the restroom and eventually stumbled upon it. Approaching the fountain, he leaned in and pushed in the round button and slurped up the water that sprayed. It wasn't as good but it wasn't as bad. It was enough to quench his thirst for the moment.
Footsteps, though quiet, echoed throughout the hall. Its source was unknown, but Peter didn't care as he continued to slurp. Then those footsteps came closer and towards him. He was sure it was an ambush from Flash.
And so, Peter waited for the right moment…
Then, BOOM! With speed that would make a speedster proud, Peter spun around and put his forearm forward then pushed the unsuspecting Flash up against the wall beside him.
A feminine gasp of surprise came from the victim.
The ODST realized it was Liz Allan, and surprise and fear roamed in her eyes. Peter suddenly had a flashback of this particular setting with this particular girl. He hadn't been in this position in over twenty years. It was so vivid in his mind despite the time that had gone by since. The goodbye, see you later, hugging, everything.
A whimper came from the girl he was pinning against the wall with his forearm a tiny distance away from her neck. That whimper had shaken him out of his dreamlike state.
"Liz," Peter scowled, eyes narrowing dangerously. "What are you doing here?"
Liz Allan thought this would go off without a hitch. She had asked Mr. Warren if she could use the restroom and he relented. She followed the nerd that was Parker with hatred and a bit of intrigue. She was going to deliver some harsh words to him that were sure to make him think twice.
She made sure to stay a good fifteen feet away from the wallflower. So far he hadn't noticed she was trailing behind.
Once Parker disappeared behind some walls that belonged to the restroom, Liz heard the unmistakable sound of a fountain running and faint slurping. It sounded enhanced to Liz, but that may just be because of how silent the halls were during class time.
Soon, Liz found herself facing the back of Peter. He was leaning down to drink the fountain of water. Good. A mischievous grin appeared on her face. No doubt would he be spooked and piss his pants when she announced her presence.
Taking a few steps closer, Liz was prepared to scare the soul out of the bookworm.
Then the unexpected happened.
In a flash, Liz suddenly found herself pinned to a wall by a firm arm. That had startled her, and she was terrified of what would happen next. She was both shocked and frightened to find that the arm belonged to the Pissy Parker. She looked into his eyes and found something peculiar. There was a certain look in his eyes that screamed recognition—like a memory. That befuddled Liz. Was he behind another situation similar to the one she was in? Either way, she was helpless and afraid—no, not afraid, shook. So shook that she whimpered.
Peter's eyes seemed to refocus now. "Liz," He scowled, eyes narrowing. "What are you doing here?"
The helljumper stared into Liz's eyes, his expression unwavering. Though, Peter pushed down the memories that were resurfacing. Memories that were created over twenty years ago.
"L-Listen here, you fucking freak!" Liz snarled. Peter could tell her confidence was not at its peak. He cocked his head as if telling her to continue with whatever insult. "L-Let me go! I don't appreciate you talking down Sally like that and I sure as hell don't appreciate you holding me like a fucking hostage!"
All he did was give Liz a 'Really?' look. After a moment of contemplation, and a heated glare from the cheerleader, he withdrew his arm. Liz made a sigh of relief but still gave Peter a look of hatred.
"Whaddya want from me, woman?"
She still must've found his voice to be off-putting. Peter internally smiled.
"You're going to get what's coming and no one's going to save you."
"I think I can handle myself," Peter said, patting his chest to emphasize his point.
"Yeah, right," Liz scoffed, an amused expression taking over her face. She already looked triumphant from the battle that was bound to happen. "You're weak, you have no friends, and you're outnumbered."
'Wait till' you meet my team...' Peter wanted to say aloud. 'In about a month. Oh, man…'
Instead, he went with, "Okay."
Before Liz could say anything, Peter spun around and walked back to class. Liz didn't trail behind, Peter checked. Maybe she had to use the bathroom or she was shocked. Oh, if only his team was awake by now.
Later…
Lunchtime came and Peter was prepared for the unexpected. He could never be too sure if there was a bomb rigged in his meal, some poison in his milk, or a tripwire somewhere. Maybe he was overthinking it.
Yup, he was definitely overthinking it. Flash, Mary Jane, Gwen, Harry, Liz, Sally and the others were no Insurrectionists. Peter wouldn't be surprised if they actually were, but that was not the case.
Sitting at a table, the helljumper was reduced to eating the garbage that was 21st-century school cafeteria-served food. God, it was awful. Peter was extracting a piece of uncooked fries from his mouth using a napkin. His supposed friend, Jean Grey, was sitting across from him. Her amused expression did not make the current situation any better.
Peter stopped himself from making a comment about 21st-century food. That would've definitely sounded odd to Jean.
"What is it with school food?" Peter asked Jean with a disgusted expression.
"It's all about the pizza," Jean said with a giggle. "The only good food they serve. Thought you'd know this by now."
"Must've forgotten," Peter said flatly, easily crafting up the lie.
"Still can't believe someone as young as you are has a voice like that," Jean said, staring at Peter.
"You think I would make a good DI?" Peter asked, being honest for a second.
"A D-what?" Jean said, raising her eyebrow out of confusion.
"Oh, right…" Peter mumbled before elaborating, "Drill instructor, y'know? The Marines?"
"You mean a drill sergeant?" Jean asked to clarify, idly poking at her uneaten beans on her plastic tray.
"No, I mean drill instructor. Look it up, there's a difference."
"You're a bit too young to be one, anyway. But you've certainly got the voice down."
Peter was about to open his mouth to speak, but he noticed something strange. Despite all the yakking currently going on in the cafeteria, Peter was able to hear slight hissing. It was coming from above.
Looking up, the trooper observed the balloon that was most certainly filled with water look about ready to drop directly on top of them. It seemed to be connected to the ceiling on a weak string that was about ready to collapse.
"Move," Peter commanded roughly without looking at Jean.
"What?"
"I said move!" The ODST barked, making Jean hastily move away from the table as she was told. Peter followed suit, backing away from the table and positioning himself next to Jean, drawing curious and confused looks from several students.
"Back up, now," Peter commanded, this time more gently. Jean nodded, but she wasn't doing it on her own free will. Parker was guiding her, his hands firmly pulling her back.
'Impact and height. Shit, the blast radius is definitely going to hit those students…'
The water balloon dropped and smacked the table, exploding. Their lunch was drenched in water, but so were a few students.
Jean's eyes were wide as her eyes looked to where she once sat. She would've been soaked if it hadn't been for Peter.
"Who—"
"Flash…" The trooper growled, twisting his head towards the popular table. Jean followed his gaze and looked pissed.
Those sitting at the popular table didn't look too pleased that their target had avoided the prank that they had rigged.
The students who were affected by the prank looked to Peter, but all he did was gesture towards the popular table. All of them affected immediately went back to eating or keeping their heads down. They were intimidated, that much Peter could tell. Good thing Flash and the others were too focused on watching him.
Peter contemplated reaching for his M6C/SOCOM pistol and drawing it out. The idea of pulling out the pistol and shooting Flash was tempting, but Peter was no madman. Maybe a warning shot? Now, that was an idea he entertained.
"Faggot!" Kenny yelled from their table, making everyone there laugh.
A look of betrayal crossed Peter's face when Gwen, Harry, and Mary Jane laugh along with the pitiful insult. That looked passed as fast as it appeared.
"Look, maybe we should go outside?" Jean suggested, hoping to tear Peter away from the sight and sound.
"Yeah," Peter said through clenched teeth, seething. His hand hovered over the holster that carried the ODST's most trusted secondary for a while. Then he drew his hand away and grunted. "Let's go."
Peter ignored the in-crowd and half the cafeteria laugh at him as he made his exit. Somehow they had coaxed several others to join their mocking and ridiculing of ol' Puny Parker.
Peter didn't care. He reminded himself that there were more important things than some jackasses trying to get a reaction out of him.
'This is going to be a long month alone,' Peter sighed. Then he remembered that Jean was following close behind.
'Or...maybe not.'
A/N: Yes, Jean Grey attends Midtown High. I know, very different, but it mixes things up a bit. She will get her powers soon, so don't worry. All those popular people are dicks, am I right?
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