He did not come to school the next day unfortunately, however rumours were spreading around about him already. Though Peter took it all with several grains of salt, from what he could gather it seemed that the man intended to enrol in Midtown High as a third-year like himself.
The rumours eventually dwindled however as almost a month past and he still had not shown. The only thing that remained of the man's time here was that the poor boy was indeed spared of bullying before he left the country. From what Peter could get through casual questions, his friends claimed that he and his family were doing a lot better.
Finally, 5 weeks after the incident, the man returned.
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"Alright class, before we start our lesson I have an announcement to make." Mr. Warren informed mere moments after walking into the room. "We have a new student joining us." As he continued to speak about treating the newcomer kindly and whatnot, in walked said new student who kept his back hunched and his head low so his oversized and slightly ratty hoodie covered almost all of his face.
Peter watch the man intently, staring so hard that the new student would have found it unsettling if he would lift his head up far enough to actually see the rest of the class.
"Could it be?" Peter asked himself hopefully.
"Everyone, this is Wade Wilson." Mr. Warren introduced with a large arm motion towards the newcomer.
"Hey there." Wade greeted cheerfully with a quick wave before slipping his hand back into his pocket before Peter could get a proper look at it. "Names Wade, but you probably all remember me as the guy that knocked some sense into that jock about a month back."
The room instantly stirred with quiet whispers of vague remembrance. Peter sat up straight, heart beat rising a tad as his suspicions were proven correct. Mr. Warren however scowled at Wade.
"Mr. Wilson, I'm going to have to ask you to remove your hood." Wade instantly stiffened, his cheery mood diminishing a bit.
"Come on now teach, can't you take it easy on me my first time?" Wade joked nervously but Mr. Warren was not amused.
"I wouldn't want your first day here to end in detention, and I reckon neither do you so if you please." Mr. Warren said with a stern glare. Wade watched the older with almost pleading eyes before submitting.
Slowly, and again with his eyes cast downward, Wade slid his hoodie off his bald head. The room went awkwardly quiet for a moment before the whispering returned full force. Peter however, couldn't take his eyes off the new student.
The man's skin was littered with scars that continued even down his neck, disappearing into his hoodie. They looked like they were most likely from a fire. The poor guy had been burnt badly apparently.
Despite the scaring, his features under that where rather nice. His bone structure was magnificent and even from his seat Peter could see Wade's blue eyes shine in contrast to his discoloured skin.
Peter was so lost staring that he nearly missed what Mr. Warren said next.
"All right now who's willing to show Wade around the school?" Once again the room fell silent, the other students apparently being frightened off by the newcomers unfortunate condition. Wade looked disheartened but ultimately not surprised as he waited at the front of the class.
"It's all right, I'm sure I can-"
"I'll do it." Peter said as he raised his hand before freezing. As all eyes turned to him his voice caught in his throat, mouth hung open in shock at his own action. Before the brunette could spout out something embarrassing about how he didn't know what came over him, Mr. Warren accepted.
"Ah, Peter, thank you for volunteering. Now if you could please grab your stuff and come up here." Mr. Warren instructed as he beckoned the brunette to the front of the class.
Nervously, and while trying not to pay attention to all the other students watching him, Peter gathered his things and stood. As he walked to the front his gaze met with Wade who quickly offered a kind, almost thankful smile. Peter returned one, albeit more awkward and shy to which he received a quiet giggled from the older for.
"Here you are." Mr. Warren said as he handed the brunette a pre-written and signed note. "You'll be spending the rest of this period showing Wade around the school. Show him where his locker is, his classes, the general rules of the school, you know, the basics."
Aww's and mumbles of frustration could be heard from the rest of the students as they regretted not taking the free ticket to skip class.
"Suckers." Peter heard Wade mutter with a light snicker.
"And don't worry about missing a class Peter, you're so far ahead that you could skip a week's worth and you'd be fine." Mr. Warren said in a hushed tone with a smile at his star pupil.
"Thank you." Peter said, not sure what else to say. He turned to look up at Wade who again gave him a warm grin. "Let's go I guess."
"Lead the way." Wade said with an arm gesture towards the door. Peter took the offering and left the room first with the taller following behind.
The two walked down the hall with the brunette not exactly sure where he wanted to go first as he tried to assess the situation. He was always so antisocial and awkward, why did he agree to do this? Thankfully Wade was the one to break the silence.
"So, you ahead in all your classes?" He asked.
"N-no, just science. I really enjoy it."
"Oh my god, your such a geek. Where are your glasses?" Wade asked jokingly. Despite the humerus tone, Peter couldn't stop his shoulders from sagging in slight hurt.
"At home. I'm testing out my new contact lenses." Peter said honestly.
"Oh shit, really?" Wade asked, surprise but also sounding pleased that his comment was correct. "You gotta show me sometime. I bet you look even cuter in them then you are now."
Peter's brain stalled and he could feel his cheeks heating up so he turned his head away from the taller.
What was going on? This guy had just insulted him and then called him cute.
Wade let out a hearty laugh at the brunette's reaction.
"Gosh, aren't you adorable."
"P-please stop." Peter muttered, not sure if he was asking because he felt he was being insulted or because he just didn't know how to react to such a compliment.
"Right, sorry." Wade apologized with less humour in his voice. "I'm kind of a weirdo if you haven't noticed. If I ever go too far just tell me to shut up. No promises I will though, I'm kind of a Chatterbox. Oh my god, have you seen that movie? Chatterbox I mean, not the 2007 one, the 1977 one. No wait of course you haven't, you're probably too innocent for that."
"I've seen it." Peter jumped in, awkwardly trying to get back into the conversation that was suddenly becoming one sided.
"Really?" Wade asked, mood lifting again as he turned to walk backwards in front of the brunette. "There's no way."
"I did. My friend and I found it one day on the internet and decided to watch it as a joke." Peter admitted nervously, never having told anyone that he had watched a movie with such an adult concepts.
"Oh, and what did you think?" The older asked with a cocked brow that Peter just now realized Wade didn't actually have.
"It was weird, but I actually found it kind of funny, and not just because of how bizarre the concept was." Peter said, surprised in his own confidence at critiquing something like this. Even when Harry had asked him his thoughts seconds after watching the film, the brunette felt uncomfortable speaking about it. Why did he not hesitate to tell Wade his opinion?
"Ya, me too. I'm kind of glad that it was made. You'd never find a movie like that nowadays without it turning into a straight up porno."
The conversation simply flowed from there. At first Wade carried the conversation and Peter added his opinions once in awhile as he would with any other person. As time went on however he found himself almost matching the older, speaking so passionately and long in a way he didn't know he was capable of.
Maybe it was just because he was trying to keep up with the older but Peter was so lost in the conversation that the school bell took him off guard when it rang.
"Oh no, I haven't shown you anything." The brunette said more to himself as he watched the students pour out of their classes.
"It's alright, I'm sure I can figure it out." Wade assured.
"No, Mr. Warren asked me to show you around."
"Daww, aren't you a good little teachers pet." Wade teased to which Peter sunk his head down.
"I just don't want to get in trouble." Peter defended. "D-do you want me to show you around at lunch?" Peter offered shyly. "Meet me at my locker? Oh wait you don't know where that is. I'll meet you at yours. Wait no, you don't know that either. I um, we cooooould..." Peter was interrupted by Wade's laughter, something the man seemed to do a lot.
"My god, your so cute." He said with a big, almost goofy smile.
"I'm not cute." Peter muttered half-heartedly.
No no no, this was bad. He shouldn't be getting flushed like this, not because of a comment like this, let alone having come from a guy.
"I know where the office is, how about I meet you there? I gotta talk to the principle anyway." Wade offered as he patted the shorters shoulder, ignoring Peters denying comment.
"Ya, sure." Peter accepted, unable to offer a smile as he was still trying to beat down the heat wanting to rise in his cheeks.
"Sweet, see you there." Wade said before turning and literally skipping down the hall, humming as he went. Peter wasn't completely sure whether to feel confused or humoured at the action but decided on the latter.
What had he gotten himself into?
Oh my gosh, don't look up Chatterbox, inappropriate movie. XD
And just so you guys know, I'm not going to go deep into Wade's scars and him being insecure about them. I, and many other writers, have written whole story's on just that and I decided I'm just not going to go down that route this time.
Something that will be popping up again and again is Peter's glasses because I think they're super cute and most people don't write about them a lot.
I'm working on my humour writing for this story. It's harder then I thought but I'm trying.