"Alright class! Great job today! Tomorrow, we're going to learn all about method acting," Mrs. Paulson stated after the bell rang. "Ophelia, could you stay back for a second?"

Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I made my way to her desk. She handed me a flyer, "I know it's your first day at Midtown, but we are having our spring musical coming up." Looking down at the flyer, my eyes lit up as I saw what play it was. Grease was one of my all time favorite musicals besides Moulin Rouge and Enchanted.

"Grease?" I asked as I looked back up at Mrs. Paulson.

"I know, I know. A musical at a school that focuses primarily on the technological and scientific side of things? I thought it would liven up the school a bit. Also, I am offering extra credit for my students who try out. If you are interested, tryouts are this Friday and I hope you will participate."

"Sure, Mrs. Paulson," I said with a nod.

"Great! Tryouts will be in the auditorium after school. Well, the flyer will tell you all about it since it is only Monday and let me know if you have any other questions." The warning bell sounded as her next class flooded into the room. "Oh! I'm sorry for keeping you this long." She scribbled on a slip of paper. "Hand this to your teacher and you'll be fine. Have a good rest of your day, Ophelia."

"Thank you." I took the slip from her hands and hurriedly left the room.

"Now, continuing where we left off yesterday with thermodynamics." I heard as I opened the door to the classroom. The teacher wrote on the whiteboard and underlined the topic he is about to discuss. It didn't seem like he heard me as I closed the door. It did catch the attention of some classmates though.

Clearing my throat, I caught the teacher's attention and the rest of the class. He turned towards me with a smile on his face.

"You must be the new student! Ophelia Hale?"

Like I didn't hear that three or four times today already. I just nodded with a sweet smile, wanting to get this class over with so I can get something to eat. I can actually feel my stomach eating itself.

"Yes, sir," I confirmed as I handed him the slip Mrs. Paulson gave me.

"Welcome to Chemistry." The teacher, Mr. Cobbwell, looked over the slip with a nod of his head. "Why don't you introduce and tell us a little something about yourself?"

Oh joy… This is the first teacher that wants me to introduce myself to the class.

Does anyone care about stuff like that?

Facing the class, I put a smile on my face, "Hi, I'm Ophelia. And no, I am not the lover of Hamlet who went insane because of his irrational behavior." I heard a chuckle from someone. At least someone knew what I was talking about. "I moved to Queens from Southampton just recently. I enjoy music and reading."

"It's great to have you as part of our class, Ophelia. Let's see where you can sit."

Even though I wasn't finished with my introduction, I was thankful that he stepped in because introductions just seem a tad awkward and long.

"Ah, you can take a seat next to Brad. Brad, please raise your hand." I looked around the room and they rested on a boy at the back of the class. Heading over to my new seat, I saw Peter and gave him a small smile as I walked by.

Sliding on the stool at the lab table, Brad turned to me, "Hey partner, Brad Davis." He gave a nod.

"Nice to meet you," I whispered before pulling out my notebook and pen.

"Now, can anyone tell me something about endothermic and exothermic reactions?" The room was quiet.

Wow. For a scientific school, not many people are willing to answer.

With an inward sigh, I raised my hand.

"Ophelia?" He asked. Most of the class turned toward the back right at me.

"Endothermic reactions are products that have higher energy than the reactants, resulting in a positive enthalpy of reaction. For the reaction to run, there must be an input of energy. Whereas with exothermic reactions, the products have lower energy than the reactants, enthalpy of reaction is negative, and heat is released."

"Excellent!" Mr. Cobbwell scribbled down what I said and droned on.

Already having learned about this back at my other school, I began sketching a new outfit. Ever since the battle at the airport a couple months ago, my leather jacket and pants have seen better days. Although, it did give a more "Don't mess with me" kind of vibe. I even tried to be creative with it by stitching it like how Selena Kyle did in Batman. Let's just say that it wasn't as badass as hers was…

Tapping my pen lightly, I started to lightly doodle possible outfits. I had some sort of an idea of what I wanted. Like what Edna Mode said: No capes! Gloves for sure, preferably leather so nothing can be traced back to me. My signature black winged eye mask is a must. Fabric should be flexible, but also durable.

"That's pretty cool," a voice inputted, making my head whip upwards. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment. I probably looked like a deer in headlights.

Think of something, Ophelia!

With a small laugh, I closed my notebook, "Thanks. I like to dabble in designing clothes." Looking around the room, I noticed that it was clearing out. "Is class already over?" I asked as I looked at Peter.

He looked around too and adjusted his backpack strap, "Yeah. I didn't want to bother you. You seemed pretty concentrated."

Sliding my notebook into my backpack, I stood up from the stool. "Oh you're fine. I would definitely bother me if it was lunchtime. If I do that again, please don't hesitate to bother me. Say 'lunch' and it will have me up and going," I prattled on. Nice, Ophelia. Nice...

"Okay. I'll keep that in mind," he chuckled.

Walking to our lockers, it was pretty silent. Swapping my chemistry book with my lunch, I closed it and twisted the dial.

"So, how's your first day going so far?" Peter queried, breaking the silence between us as he led the way to the lunchroom.

"Besides the obvious stares and people asking if I'm the new kid, I'd say pretty well so far."

"That's good to hear."

"Yeah. Hopefully, the rest of the day I don't have to delve into any more introductions. The day was going so well until Mr. Cobbwell broke that streak."

Arriving at the lunchroom, a scene from Mean Girls popped up in my mind. Well, sort of. Okay… not really. There wasn't a table full of 'sexually active band geeks' or 'plastics'. Then again, that movie came out like before I was born thus making it outdated. Or people were just really good at hiding it.

"I'm gonna go grab lunch. Save me a seat?" Peter asked as he backed up toward the lunch line. "I mean... If y-you want to sit with us. Me and Ned. If not, that's cool too." His cheeks flushed.

"Of course!" I reassured with a nod.

"Really? I mean uh okay! Cool!" He smiled and walked off, seeing Ned in line and patting his shoulder.

Okay… I honestly thought it would have been awkward with us going our separate ways as I sit by myself in a corner and eating whatever I have for lunch in a somber silence.

Thanks to Peter, I don't have to endure that.

Finding an empty table, I seated myself and took out my lunch.

Nibbling on my leftover barbeque chicken pizza from last night, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

Turning, I saw a smiley blonde.

"Hi! Aren't you the new girl? Ophelia Hale?" She asked.

I nodded in response as I swallowed my bite of food.

"I'm Betty Brant. We have the same Algebra class."

"Nice to meet you," I spoke with a smile.

"You too. I saw you were sitting here by yourself and I was wondering if you want to sit with me and my friends." She pointed over to a crowded table. I saw a familiar face from my drama class. I think his name is Seymour?

"Oh. Thank you so much for asking, but I'm already waiting for Peter and Ned," I declined apologetically.

"Oh okay. That's totally fine."

"I can sit with you guys tomorrow if the offer still stands?" I asked her, feeling bad saying no.

"Sure. Well, I'll see you later." She waved as she walked back to her table.

Smiling to myself, I went back to my lunch.

"Was that Betty?" A voice asked as they placed their tray on the table across from me. Looking up, I saw both Ned and Peter take a seat.

"Yeah. She invited me to sit with her and her friends."

"And you said no?" Ned asked after I answered. I nodded. "Why? She's like one of the most popular girls in school!"

"Because Peter told me to save you guys a seat," I replied simply. He nodded in understanding as he started on his lunch. "And you guys seem really nice. Back in my old school, people didn't really like to approach me. I mean I know I approached you first, but it wasn't just a one and done thing. So thanks," I ended with a grateful smile.

The boys both returned it.

Maybe all of this won't be so bad after all.

Author's Note:

Hello to all of my faithful readers! Yes. After a long wait, I have finally updated this story. I am so sorry for making you guys wait. Honestly, I was conflicted for a very long time on whether or not I should have this follow the Spiderman: Homecoming story line. After trying to map out this story with the movie plot line, I have decided to continue this story after it.

This story will be the second semester of their sophomore year at Midtown High. It will be AU probably until I hit into Avengers: Infinity War and Avengers: Endgame.

Also, I want to thank WALU1G1, Hermione Jackson, PrettyRecklessLaura, Cee, and PuppyCake for taking the time to tell me what they think!

Anyways, I hope you all have enjoyed this long awaited chapter! Leave a review and let me know what you think. I take any and all compliments and/or criticisms. Or even if you have an idea that you want me to possibly include into this story.

You all give me the strength to continue on so thank you all so so much!

Until next time!

-YoullBeAvenged