Hey guys! First of all, sorry for the small typo in the last chapter. Second, sorry this chapter is a couple days late. Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel, Spider-Man, or any characters related to Spider-Man. Also I am going to start posting on Tuesdays from now on. Means this is a superhero story, just know from now on that there is going to be a bit of violence. And of course, there is plenty of angst in the future of this story as well as some fluff. ;) Hope you enjoy this chapter!

It seems that by the time I got to school the next day, literally everyone had heard about the bus incident. People I had never spoken to, which was pretty much everyone in this school, came up to me just to get more juicy details.

But the strangest thing happened after chemistry. I was minding my own business, taking notes like I should have been, when the bell rang and kids stormed out of the room. I tried to make my escape and then-

"Petricia Phillips, Peter Parker, a word, please." I backed up to Dr. Connors's desk and Peter joined us. The teacher's stare bore into me until he finally smiled, pushing forward two papers. Our pre-tests.

"You two are the only ones to have gotten a perfect score on my pre-test in about six years." I heaved a sigh of relief. I had been certain he was sending me to the principal's office for some absurd reason. Peter smiled over at me. "The school board asked me to pick the two highest scores on the test and make them our representatives at the science fair."

My eyes grew wider in disbelief.

"Awesome!" Peter looked like a giddy kindergartner.

"The science fair is in two weeks. You two will need to present a project together on that date, should you choose to accept."

"Of course!" Peter laughed. "Well, I mean, if you're for it, Petricia."

"Y-yeah of course!"

"Oh. I forgot. The judges for the fair will be Norman Osborn himself, and a couple of his top scientists at Oscorp."

My stomach sunk.

Oh no. We have to impress Normon Osborn!?

"But, the two winners will get an opportunity for an internship at Oscorp."

My heart skipped a beat.

An internship!?

I'm pretty sure I looked like the giddy little kid now.

"Thank you, Dr. Connors!" I had to restrain myself from squealing.

"Yeah! Thank you!"

Dr. Connors gave us a curt nod then dismissed us.

"Hey, good job," Peter told me as we left the classroom. "I'll be thinking about ideas."

"Me, too."

"And then we can reconvene tomorrow. Sound good?"

"Yeah! Yeah."

"Alright. See ya then!"

"See ya!"

I need to win this science fair; I just have to. Two weeks. We can do this. It's just Norman Osborn. No big deal...Okay, big deal. But I'm sure with me being the nerd I am and with Peter's smarts, we can totally-

"Gahh!"

The girl whom I had just run into, and I, both clamoured to the ground in a heap of books.

I should really start paying attention more.

"I'm really sorry!" I started frantically picking up books.

The girl hid her face behind her short black hair, but readjusted her glasses over her green eyes. "I-it's okay. I'm-"

"Why are my books on the dirty floor!?" A high-pitched voice shrieked.

I jolted to my feet, books in my arms. I quickly helped the black-haired girl up as the girl with the high-pitched voice strutted over to us in designer shoes.

I held the books out to her. "Here. I'm really sorry about that. I-"

She swatted the books from my hands. "That's her job! Don't do it for her!"

I stood in disbelief for the second time that day. The small girl rushed to pick all of the books up again, quivering where she stood.

"Is she your slave, or what?" I said caustically.

Sometimes I have too big of a mouth. Sometimes I say more than I should. But I don't regret what I said.

"She's my best friend and is happy to do me a couple favors every now and then!" She flipped her blonde and overly-hair-sprayed curls over her shoulder. I coughed from the smell of her perfume and her green eyes were tinted with bitterness and malice.

"And she can't get help with picking up a couple of your things, which you are making her carry?"

"She offered to."

Something in the way the girl next to her cowered made me think otherwise.

"Sure. You okay?" The girl jumped a bit, surprised at my question. She quickly nodded, her "friend" glaring down at her. "What's your name?"

"H-Hannah." She smiled up at me. She must have been a freshman.

The jerk cleared her throat. "You should really be asking me. I'm Felicity. And next time you get your grimy little hands on my designer books, you're dead."

And then I did something extremely stupid.

I reached out and grabbed one of her books. "You mean like this?" I rubbed my hands over the leather binder. "Oh I see. You don't want all the oils from my hands getting on it and-"

She made a noise close to a growl and yanked the book from me.

"Don't ever talk to me again!"

I let her take a couple steps away, Hannah scurrying after her, before continuing in my stupidity.

"You mean like this!?"

I thought about running away, but the hallway behind me was filling to the brim with kids scrambling to get out of the school as fast as they could. By the time I realized this, her fist was already flying at my face. Of course I managed to dodge the poorly-placed punch. But when several gasps emerged from the crowd, the logical part of my brain finally started working again. If I wanted the whole school to be suspicious of me, then I would have just let her keep missing my face.

This is going to hurt.

Do you know how hard it is to just let someone punch you in the face? It hurts. A lot.

I stumbled back against the lockers. A couple students stared as Felicity grabbed Hannah by the wrist and ran off. She moved surprisingly fast in heels.

I staggered to my feet, a hand over my nose, and hastily stumbled away before I was asked any questions.

I grabbed a ton of paper towels from the bathroom and sat with my back against the bathroom wall, trying to get my nose to stop bleeding.

Even if I had wanted to ride the bus today, which I really didn't, I would have missed it.

If I would have just kept my mouth shut I wouldn't have been sitting on the dirty bathroom floor with a bloody nose and a new enemy.

My phone vibrated, nearly giving me a heart-attack.

Rebecca.

I moaned. To be fair, I had kind of forgotten that I was her ride home and that she would definitely be looking for me by now.

I answered. "Hey."

"Where in the world are you!?"

"Well, I'm sort of, well..."

And then Rebecca walked in, ending the call.

"Why are you in here!? We were supposed to meet 20 minutes ago and you're just-" She stopped when she saw the bloody towel I held to my face. I shoved my phone in my pocket. "What happened!?"

"Just...a bloody nose."

Rebecca sighed. "Sorry. I didn't know." She sat down by me. "Could you maybe let me know next time, though?"

"Yeah. Yeah. Sorry."

"If you're going to keep getting bloody noses after school, I might have to result to getting a ride from Emily."

We both laughed. There was a reason Rebecca rode home with me.

I threw the paper towels away and looked in the mirror. I could already see a black eye forming.

Great.

"Come on." I attempted to hide the black eye as I rushed out of the bathroom. Rebecca followed. I knew I wouldn't be able to drive with one hand over my cheek the whole time. And Rebecca wasn't dumb. I was postponing the inevitable.

We got in the car, and I revealed my black eye. It took a couple seconds for Rebecca to look over and see it. I just sat there, waiting for her to ask her questions.

"Trish!"

I swallowed. "Yeah?"

"Y-you...You...That's not a bloody nose!" I bit my lip, staring at my steering wheel. "You got punched, didn't you!?"

"It was just some jerk. I shouldn't have said anything. I made a remark about her jerkiness and she kind of punched me."

"Trish!"

"What?"

I looked over at my sister. She gasped.

"That looks bad, Trish."

"Don't worry about it. It only hurt for a second." My sister frowned. "Oh so you actually worry about me now?" I teased. She just huffed. "Look, I've learned my lesson. Don't egg a girl on even if she looks like she wouldn't dare throw a punch in fear of breaking a nail."

Rebecca giggled a bit. "Just stop getting punched in the face, okay?"

"No promises." I chuckled

Hope you enjoyed! A bunch happened all in this one chapter. A few more chapters until Petricia gets to actually be a superhero. Hang in there, guys!