Title: May Never Be
Author: November02
Pairing: Peter/OC, Peter/Mary Jane later
Warnings: Some Spider-Man 2 spoilers in later chapters!
Rating: PG-13 to be safe and R later on
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I am just a fan of the Spider-Man movies and a newbie to his comic book world. I only own my character Nicole Stewart.
A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back! I know that first one was a bit confusing. It should all work itself out as the story goes on. I don't have a beta for this so I apologize for any mistakes.
Chapter 1
First day of new school. Again. I was sick; I was tired; I wanted home schooling. I was that desperate.
As I entered the bustling main hallway, I took comfort in the people around. When I first saw the school, last Monday, while the students where in class, I felt the callous attitude of teenage spirit. I felt the torment. I saw my ex-best friend. I couldn't deal with it. I refused to deal with it. The way those tormentors did their jobs so well –I cringed. I had gone back so quickly. Not today. I will not let things get out of control so quickly.
I strolled casually down the hall, making sure to be utterly aware of the hall names and numbers. My first block was Anatomy. What fun. I tried to change the scheduling around since I refuse to cut out something so early in the morning. But because I was late in the first semester (Holiday Break was right around the corner) I was forced to stick with what was printed.
I had finally reached my designated dicing class when I saw a young man, reading through a particularly large textbook. He sat on the window seat, books and bag seated next to him precariously. He had floppy brown hair that brushed against his glasses. I'll admit to it. I had a secret spot for nerds. Something about their quiet nature really touched and affected me. Seeing as how the window wasn't too far away from the class, and seeing as how I was the new kid who got lost, I went over to him. Unfortunately, another group of guys decided to visit the pensive boy.
The bell had sounded and my unknown nerd was getting up, collecting his things. Just as he was about to take a step down the hall, the aforementioned guys appeared from around the corner. The broadest and dumbest looking one of the bunch shoved himself into the other, smaller student, sending him crashing to the floor along with books, notes and other schoolwork paraphernalia.
"Watch where you're going Parker." He uttered the famous bullying line with great ease.
I'd seen this way too often. Experienced this way too often. My best friend suffered slowly and quietly from this. I rushed over to the fallen Parker. I collected his books while he shuffled together his papers.
"Hey there." The bully said. "I'm Flash. Why are you bothering with this loser?"
How smooth a pick-up line, pal, I thought to myself. "I'm bothering with him because he needs help. If you hadn't noticed, you walked into him." I handed to massive textbook entitled "Advanced Physics and Physical Laws". This kid must be nuts.
"Oh did I?" Flash said in a pseudo-innocent voice. "I didn't realize." His brutes laughed at his joke.
"Oh, that supposed to be funny? Guess I missed that. Here you go." I opened up his bookbag.
"Don't bother with them." The Parker whispered as he placed his things inside. "I can handle this. Thanks."
"Listen to him. He can handle this. You're new here, I assume. You don't want people seeing you with the likes of this. It can do horrors to your reputation." Informed a blonde who was actually quite cute, unfortunately.
"And what sort of reputation would I get hanging around with him? It couldn't be any worse than being seen with Flash." I retorted back to the blonde, making fun of Flash and his crew. I was standing, at this point, in front of Parker who had finally gotten up off the floor.
"Listen, chick." Flash growled. He stepped closer to me, a maniacal look brushed across his face. "I'm gonna let that one slide. You're new. You're pretty. You don't know what to expect. But you have been warned. Besides," He placed an arm around my waist, pulling me closer, "I like my women a bit feisty." With that they were gone.
"What a weird welcoming committee you New Yorkers have." I smiled. "At least one good thing came from all this."
"What?"
"I now know that this place is open to a bit of jungle fever." The tardy bell rang. "Shoot. I have to go."
"Me too. Thanks again." He grinned softly. He had wonderful blue eyes. He turned and walked away.
I walked into Anatomy class to a surprise. There were only nine other people in the classroom. I guess I wasn't the only student who couldn't stomach a class like this so early. I gave my new schedule and note from guidance to the teacher and found a seat to an empty lab table.
"Excuse me, Ms. Stewart. Since there is a limited few of us, I'd prefer if we were in the first two rows, with out lab partners. You'll be paired with Ms. Watson, the girl with the empty seat next to her."
I looked over to see a girl patting the empty space next to her. I smiled and went over to my new lab partner. "Sorry to take up your space." I said once I was seated and situated.
"No big. It was rather lonely and sad back here by my lonesome. Now I won't have to dissect alone either. Good thing you're an 's' name."
"Why?" I whispered as the announcements came on and the moment of silence started.
"Mr. Lawson loves alphabetizing. We'd be rearranging." She casually laughed. "Hi, I'm Mary Jane. Most people call me MJ."
"I'm Nicole. Most people end up calling me Spaz." I joked. This MJ girl seemed rather nice. But for some reason, I could get my mind from unwrapping around Parker. Perhaps it was a last name. And those eyes...so blue, crisp and clear. But that had to wait. Once the pledge was said, we got right onto the lesson about human sexual reproduction. Great. What I needed. A lecture about sex education, early in the morning, and that picture of that stupid yet cute blonde from Flash's group.
The day was going to be long.
The bell rang again with MJ and I planning on meeting at her locker so I wouldn't be alone at lunch. It was time for me to go on to my next class: Honors World Lit.
On the next level, I found my class and I was able to get in on time. I sat behind a fairly good-looking young man by the name of Harry Osbourne. This school seemed to not be a complete harshness. But I still wondered about Parker. I also wondered when third period would end. I had more than enough credits so I was able to have a spare fourth period.
Harry was a nice guy. A bit arrogant but overall sweet. He was a talkative chum who was definitely wealthy. His life story filled me in. It was rather enjoyable to know that someone else was a school hopper. He was kicked out of just about every private school in the state. To sum it all up, he was great.
And to my luck he had second lunch and a free fourth period. Also, seeing as how we had a rather lax, retiring teacher, the last minutes of class were free to us. A few classmates of mine even dodged out of class.
"So what are you're other classes?" Harry was now seated on the desk portion of his standard high school stairs.
"Creative writing, free space, Spanish five, Biology, and Government. You?"
"Basically the same minus the writing, add in a math, in one science class and taking Latin one."
"Yet another slack class I presume?"
He chuckled. "Heard about Mr. Wade? He's so passed retirement age. I hear-"
"-he lets his kids play poker? Yup. A girl in my first class told me about that. I knew I should have gone with a first year language but no. Had to go the distance."
"I know someone like you. He's definitely smarter."
"Hey!" I lightly hit him in the knee. "Not funny."
"I'm not trying. I'm just naturally great." He grinned. "But if you met him, you'd agree. He's a science genius. He's in three sciences and taking calculus. All that without breaking a sweat or a 4.3 GPA."
"I hate math and I think I hate him."
"Who doesn't? He's going places. That is if he ever sticks up for himself or speaks up or goes for what he wants, namely a certain girl." Harry hinted around to.
"That's sweet."
"You'll have to meet him one day. He does have second lunch."
"Cool. Do you want to do something during your free period? I don't want to roam around. Can't go home since my mother decided to do her art projects at home instead of at her usual studio."
"Which is where?"
"In New Jersey. She obviously can't go there anymore. Understandable. So, she must wait until her gallery is renovated to accommodate her." The bell rang. A loud shuffle and scrap of seniors, like myself, rushing on to lunch or next class interrupted our conversation.
"I'll gladly hang out with you. But I don't have a car."
I stood still in my spot at the door. "Mr. Moneybags doesn't have a car!" I said shockingly.
"Shut it," he smirked.
"I have one."
"Sure, I'll go. Walk me to Latin."
"I don't think so. We are still strangers. Things are moving to fast." I over-dramatized.
"You're so hilarious. Creative writing is on the art hall which is next to the language corridors." He explained.
"Oh."
We walked down a flight of stairs while I explained that my mom owns a gallery, manages it from home, paints, draws, etc. All the boring facts of my mother were let out early. She's great, really, but I'm not too good at explaining her eccentricities.
"Here's my hall and there's yours. I'll met you at your class!" He called to me as he headed towards his second slack class.
Today was going well. Too well. My past experience with a new school proved disastrous but maybe this school would be different. Maybe I would be redeemed from my experience and behavior with my first high school and my only best friend. I headed to Creative Writing with hope filled in my heart.