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Min-Ji couldn't concentrate all morning. Something about the day just felt off, and she didn't know if it was because all she had for breakfast today was soggy cereal, or because she has PE first thing in the morning which, in her opinion, shouldn't even be allowed, but is. Well, better than having math first thing, she supposes.

Oh, who is she kidding, it's impossible being positive in a toxic environment even with its friendship perks, and even that was a little iffy.

Something big is about to happen, and it isn't just because the school keeps promoting Homecoming, and shoving it everyone's faces. The dance posters were an even bigger slap to her face. She shifts her leg unconsciously, frowning as she forces to look away from the advertisements.

If her friends and family noticed anything off about her today, they never said anything.

Minjun didn't even say anything, and he's just as vocal and opinionated as her.

Actually, now that she thinks about it, she doesn't know where her other half is at the moment. She shrugs as she places her textbook that's covered in a pink sleeve in her locker, and checks herself out in her heart shaped mirror she found somewhere in the school supply section in Target.

Probably causing some mischief in the Biochem or Chemistry departments like he always did whenever he stuck with his ideas.

Min-ji tenses, waiting for an alarm to break out, causing the usual confusion and hands going up to cover their ears like they normally did when someone pulled the fire alarms. Nine times out of ten she usually suspects it's Flash pulling the alarms. Yup, either Flash or her brother. They would be that immature.

No loud wailing. No panicked screams. She sighs with relief, and presses her head against the cool metal. Good, that meant no lab fires yet, which also meant Min-jun hasn't received detention for the day yet.

Something or someone brushes against her shoulder, and it isn't a hard enough shove to press her against the locker, but enough to get her attention. She whirls around, and opens her mouth to give a stern rant, only to freeze in her tracks. Min-Ji's breath hitches as her eyes meet a pair of soft brown. He's slightly taller than her, a bit scrawny, and wore a red and black plaid shirt, and blue jeans. Familiar. He's familiar. Except ... she doesn't remember him as the way he looks now. She remembers him a little younger, with a different hairstyle, and black framed, round glasses.

The hallway Minji's standing in is gone. She's floating, unable to move her body. All she can do is stare at the stars around her. This place is familiar and yet ... she's never been in space.

An explosion behind her. She turns. There he is. But his face is hidden underneath a red, web like mask. He throws off the mask, yelling out a name as Ironman falls to his knees, his face half covered with a similar red mask, and the other half covered in bruises and dirt. She can only watch helplessly, and call out to them.

He hears her. He turns around, and their eyes meet --

"So - sorry about that!" He stammers, and she's back in the school hallway again. Her heart's beating fast, and her eyes are darting around to make sure she's safe, and that there is no battle going on. Nothing. Just a bunch of students walking past them with cellphones in hand.

The hell--?

There he is, her mind screams at her. This is it! This ... this right here is the exact moment that she's been so off about, and she has no idea why.

"It - it's fine," she dismisses his apology for the sake of politeness and he's pretty much embarrassed about bumping into her already, "don't worry about it."

"R-right," he visibly sighs with relief, "thanks."

"Hey!" she doesn't know why she had the sudden urge, but she decides to call out to him, and she sucks in a breath when their eyes meet again. "Do we know each other from somewhere?"

"No," he shakes his head after thinking over what she said, "no, I don't think so."

"Sorry," now she's sheepish, and smiles at him, "thought we did."

"Well, maybe we did," to his credit, he tries to go along with it so she wouldn't feel as embarrassed, "I think we might have had a few classes--"

"Right, a few classes," she plays along.

"Well, um, nice meeting you --" he stops himself when he realizes he doesn't know her name.

"Min-Ji," she introduces herself. He seems worthy enough to be called a friend, at least. To be perfectly honest, most of the people in their high school were assholes, except for a few rare occasions. "Most people just call me Minnie, because they can't pronounce my name properly."

"Peter," he says, and offers her his hand, which she politely shakes. "Most just call me ... Peter."

There's loud music, and other girls around her, standing in a vertical line, moving along with the music. He's in the audience, staring right at her, and it startles her enough to miss her step, and she's falling forward. Loud gasps and startled cries fill her ears.

"You okay?" He asks, voice echoing in her mind.

Min-Ji snaps out of whatever trance she'd been under, and she's back in the hallway; the ambience of students chatting, laughing, and opening their lockers fill her ears.

"Huh?" She asks shakily. She realizes she's still holding his hand, and quickly breaks the hand contact just so he wouldn't get any crazy ideas in his head, "Sorry, what was that?"

"Are you alright?" He repeats himself for her, which she feels bad about making him do since she hates doing that herself.

"Fine," she musters up a small smile for him. "Thanks."

He's really the only one that asked her if she was truly okay. At least, she hopes that's what he meant.

"No problem, see ya," he smiles back, waves awkwardly and walks away.

"See ya," she says, and her wave is just as awkward as his.

"What's that about?" A new voice interrupts her, and she's staring into the brown eyes of her friend, Michelle; a girl with dark skin, and the curliest, brown hair Minji's ever seen tucked in a ponytail. Michelle's standing there with her arms crossed, and one of her eyebrows quirk up.

"What's what about?" Minji counters, pretending to play dumb, but in reality, she knew exactly what her best friend is asking her.

"You were staring at Parker over there," Michelle nods at the awkward boy who she now notices is by his locker, fully engaged in a conversation with a plump, tanned skinned, nicely dressed in a blue collared shirt and khakis, friend.

"Parker?" She repeats with skepticism.

"Peter," Michelle explains as they walk to the cafeteria together, "you know, I have a few conspiracy theories about him. He's been acting weird lately, and not in a good way."

"Define weird," Minji says as she and Michelle sit across from each other on the long, red tables and she brings a peanut butter and jelly sandwich out of her lunch box that was tucked away in her pink tote bag, she usually brought to school every day. She and Michelle have a whole list of conspiracies about the cafeteria food that she'd rather not get into. The only decent food that comes from that cafeteria is the pizza, and even that is a bit fishy. " 'Cause I'm definitely getting nerd vibes from him."

"You're a nerd too," Michelle snorts and steals some of her chips, which she did protest about, but isn't in the mood to argue. "Everyone is, some people are just good at hiding it."

"You're not wrong," Minji shrugs, taking a small bite of her sandwich.

"Am I ever?" Michelle asks, and points over to her bag of Hot Cheetos, "you gonna eat that?"

"Knock yourself out," Minji says nonchalantly as she eats. She usually brought those because she knew that Michelle liked them anyway.

"How's Minjun anyway?" Michelle asks.

She never told Michelle this, but the fact that she's able to pronounce her and her brother's name correctly is the reason why they're best friends in the first place, and why she admires the girl so much, and her brilliant mind, of course, Minji couldn't forget that. Never mind the fact, that it always used to creep her out that Michelle always seemed to know what she's thinking, or just somehow always knows everything.

"Are you sure you're not secretly part of the Avengers or something?" Minji asks, not exactly suspicious since Michelle is taken aback by the question. "Or have superpowers I don't know about?"

"No, last I checked I was a normal high school student," Michelle answers, raising her brows, "why do you ask?"

"No reason, just had to be sure," she shakes her head. There went her theory about Michelle knowing everything. "anyway, haven't seen my other half yet, not since this morning, after he decided to almost burn the house down."

"Again?" Michelle asks.

"Again," Minji nods, and rolls her eyes. "honestly, you'd think he'd learn from the first hundred fires he's started by mistake."

"He's a pyrotechnic, I doubt he's going to learn any time soon," Michelle says.

"The fact that you know him so well scares me sometimes," Minji admits. "but it's not my business."

The bell rings, and Minji groans, leaning against her elbow to prop her palm against her cheek in exhaustion. It's her second to last class of the day, and the end of the day is so close, but so far.

"Hey, at least we have two more hours to go," Michelle says as she gets up from the table and throws her leftover food in the garbage bin nearby.

"At least you don't have to deal with Flash," Minji scoffs, and mimics MJ, throwing her heavy school bag over her shoulder.

"Sucks to be you," MJ shrugs, and walks off ahead.

"Glad to know you have my back, MJ!" Minji shouts, earning a middle finger thrown at her which she laughs at, before heading in the opposite direction.

"Nice to see you again, Minji," the boy she ran into earlier in the hallway greets her, and she jumps, spooked because the hairs on her arms stand up. She whirls around, and holds her breath as their eyes meet once more.

She didn't expect to see him in her science class. Actually, when did he even start coming to this class? Minji frowns at him. She doesn't even remember seeing him at all, she would have remembered someone like him. He tenses at her stare, she notices, and attempts to smile. She knows she can be intimidating at first glance.

"Likewise," Minji agrees, nodding her head, and attempts to smile, "I didn't even know you were in this class."

Maybe she shouldn't have said that. He's taken aback, but not surprised.

"I usually sit in the back," Peter smiles sheepishly.

She really should pay more attention to the world around her more.

"Class is really boring, huh?" He attempts a conversation as more teenagers enter the room, and sit in their respective assigned seats.

She really should pay more attention to when people are actually talking to her too.

"Yeah," she answers, sheepish. "I should--"

She points towards her small desk at the end of the long, metal table. He looks over, and his mouth forms an "oh" shape.

"Yeah," he stammers, and points toward his own desk, "yeah, I should --"

"See ya," she waves awkwardly as she places her bag on top of the desk.

"See ya," he repeats, and heads to the back.

Minji frowns at the scrawny boy, and studies him as she tilts her head slightly to the right, and thinks over what MJ told her about him. He's one of those students no one would look at twice, except for maybe the teachers, especially since he looks just as bored as the rest of them, but this is only appearance wise and she doesn't do appearances. Sometimes there's more to an appearance that meets the eye.

What secrets are you hiding, Parker?

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