The rest of the day went smoothly until lunchtime, where everyone was staring at Mary Jane Watson, Amanda Wells, and Harry Osborn. They acted cool and pretended they didn't notice.
Peter joined the three of them who decided to sit together. Peter acted like everyone else, even though he was in a much different situation.
"Harry! How are you?" Peter asked, placing his tray on the table.
"Okay. Sorry I didn't return your call."
"No sweat."
"Why us? Why did Carnage attack us?" Harry asked abruptly.
Mary Jane and Amanda eyed each other.
Peter took the opportunity to say something. "Spider-Man was talking to you guys at the Bugle building, right? And Carnage was there. He probably thought Spidey knew you."
Harry shrugged. "I wonder if Spider-Man does know us."
Taking a loud sip of her coke, Mary Jane smiled and looked at Peter. "I guess we'll never know."
"Well, I'm glad you're all okay. Meanwhile, this hotdog is anything but okay."
He dropped it onto his plate, and it bounced several times.
"Didn't they take those off the menu?" Amanda asked, looking at Harry.
"They should. I'm gonna ask for a refund."
"And say what? You're allergic to hotdogs?" Harry smiled.
"No…but they are the number one choking food." Peter joked.
Soon after the bell rang Peter and Amanda were seated in science class. Mr. Sullivan was giving them a lecture on responsibility, and that it was unacceptable that more than half the class didn't turn in the homework, including Peter.
"I was…busy." Peter had sighed when his name was called.
"Peter. I thought you knew you had a responsibility to school. A student's only job is to get an education."
"I know responsibility, sir. More than you can imagine.' He said, a little annoyed. " And I was responsible for something else."
Mr. Sullivan put on a documentary on the discovery channel, since he couldn't do the lesson because no one did the homework. It was on astronomy and how to pinpoint the constellations.
Then the screen flashed, and a Breaking News! newsflash came into the picture.
"The criminal commonly known as Venom is on the loose today after escaping from the transport vehicle taking him to a secret prison facility."
Peter didn't need to hear anymore. He raised his hand.
"Mr. Sullivan? May I please be excused?"
"What for, Peter?"
"I…I really need to go…"
"Wait a second…its that Jameson man, isn't it? He wants you taking pictures of that maniac rampaging around!" His teacher said.
"Yeah…"
"You can't be excused from school, son."
"Can I call him from the bathroom? Please, please please? So he knows I can't get any photos?"
"Ugh…" Mr. Sullivan sighed. "Will it take a while?"
"Yeah…he rants when he's angry…"
"Just go, Parker, before I chance my mind."
Peter didn't need to be told twice.