Wade glanced over at the empty seat beside him again, concern growing more each second.
"Where is he?" Wade asked himself, chin resting on his hand and pencil mindlessly tapping in his clean piece of paper. "Peter is never this late." It wasn't that Wade was obsessed with having the younger around, okay maybe a little, but to not have the brunette show up for class when Wade knew he had attended his previous one was cause for alarm. "Is he okay? What if something happened to him, what if Flash... Oh god!"
"I gotta pee!" Wade announce to the class as he stood from his seat. All eyes turned to him, fellow students chuckling while the teacher stared in slight annoyance. "Can I go to the shitter, I mean washroom?" Wade corrected himself, not wanting to be bothered with a lecture on proper language to be used in school.
"Fine, but be back soon." The teacher accepted while Wade was already halfway through the door.
"Kay, thanks." And he was gone, now making a beeline to the changing rooms. Gym was the last class Peter had and coincidentally it was the only class he actually had with Thompson.
"God, please say he's okay." Wade muttered to himself, being a nice even split of wanting to shelter Peter from anything remotely threatening and wanting to knock Flash's lights out. True Wade may be jumping the gun a bit on blaming Flash but no one could really blame him for his assumption?
Wade soon found himself in front of the boys locker room. He took a listen and then peaked his head inside to make sure he wouldn't be caught by anyone before entering. Technically he was breaking rules by being in a different class then the one his schedule says he should be in but he was on a mission to save his baby boy, rules be damned.
"Petey!?"Wade called, scanning the row of lockers he could see down.
"Wade!?" Came the reply.
"Baby boy, where are you?" Wade asked just before spotting a familiar, adorable fluff of pecan hair pop out from around the corner. "Found you." He cheered, practically skipping over to his friend. "Wh-" Jesus Christ he's naked! Well Peter did have a towel wrapped around his thin waist but still, it was plenty enough for Wade's fantasies tonight.
"I'm so glad you came looking for me." Shit, Peter was talking, Wade should listen, but god damn look at that body. No, he shouldn't be ogling his best friend right now... but maybe just a peak.
"When I got out of the shower, all my clothes where gone." Peter explained while Wade quickly, and somewhat nonchalantly, scanned the youngers body top to bottom, committing as much as he could to memory.
"He's so cute but hot at the same time." Wade whined in his head. "Okay now just don't get a boner. Wait, too late for that. New plan, don't let Peter know I got a boner.
"Flash took your cloths?" Wade asked, mainly in an attempt to get his mind out of the dirty place it had been thrust into.
"That would be my guess, but I'm not 100% sure." So maybe Wade would actually thank Flash for once, and then punch him in the face. "Either way, I've checked everywhere and I can't find my clothes or any I could borrow." Silence fell over the two teens for a moment as they considered what to do next before Wade realized he didn't have the willpower to handle Peter standing next to him in such a state of undress.
"Might as well give you something." He decided before grabbing the ends of his own t-shirt and slipping it up and over his head. "Here." He said, holding the top out to his friend who did the worst thing possible for Wade's slowly deflating erection. Peter's mouth hung open slightly and his cheeks lit up as he stared. And not in an oh-my-God-you-just-took-your-shirt-off kind of way. It was more like the expression Wade had given Peter.
"T-thanks." Peter stuttered after snapping out of his daze. The brunette took the garment offered to him and slipped it on. Thanks to their size difference and the fact that Wade actually liked baggier clothing, a simple shirt hung down to Peters mid thigh, almost like a dress except for the towel he kept on. "Thank you."
"You said that already." Wade pointed out more as a joke than anything.
"I know but I want to say it again because... your always there for me." Peter said, eyes cast down to the floor as he played with the ends of the olders shirt. "No one, not even Harry, ever wanted to step in and help me out because they where afraid they would become a target too. So thanks."
"Your welcome, I guess." Wade too looked away, not sure how to act with the awkward tension rising between them.
"Should I make a joke," He thought to himself. "or..." Wade's eyes fell back to the younger who just so happen to be turning his way as well. There eyes met and time seems to slow down. They didn't look away but didn't say anything either. Peter's expression made it look as if he was waiting for something yet was still nervous of it. "Is he waiting for me to make a move?"
"Peter." Wade practically whispered as he reached out grab the youngers upper arms. The brunette's shoulders tense and his eyes darted away but with visible effort he looked back up at his friend. It wasn't a movement out of fear, if it was Peter could easily protests in a number of ways and Wade would quickly back off, but he was most definitely nervous. "You okay Petey, you look like you're ready to blow." Wade joked with a light smile.
"It sure feels like it." Peter replied with a chuckle of his own, though it faded rather quickly.
"Do you want me to stop?" Wade asked, both to give Peter a chance to escape and give himself the assurance that he wasn't pushing his friend into anything he didn't actually want.
"You don't, have to." Was that a go ahead? Well Wade was going to take it as one because he couldn't handle seeing Peter so close, blushing bright as a flower, in nothing but a towel and Wade's own shirt like they had just woken up after the night together.
"Baby boy," The brunettes lips turned up into the slightest of smile at the nickname which had the older beaming both with a smile and in confidence. "I know I'm not-"
"Hey!" Came a harsh voice which made Peter let out a squeak and jump back while Wade gave a much different response.
"God dammit!" Wade shouted as he turned and slammed both fists into the lockers. "Did you have to fucking cock block me?" He asked, turning to find the teacher and coach.
"W-wade, calm down." Peter muttered awkwardly but his voice was lost in what turned out to be the gym teacher's rebuttal.
"Excuse me but I'm not okay with people doing the nasty in my locker room, especially not two young boys."
"Oh so your a homophobe now?" Wade asked, not noticing the trickle of students that began to gather at the sound of a fight. This wasn't the first time he had started a fight seeing as his temper wasn't the best when he or his personal life choices where being attacked.
"Wade." Peter grabbed the orders arm and tugged it lightly in an attempt to get his attention.
"No, I'm ashamed that young kids like you are so rarin to get intimate."
"Don't bullshit me. At my age you where-"
"WADE!" Peter screamed which finally did get the older to shut his mouth but Wade continued to glare at the teacher with deadly eyes.
"This is inexcusable. Both of you will follow me to the principal's office, now!" The teacher stated firm and clear. Wade had half a mind to continue arguing but when Peter quickly and silently did as he was ordered Wade decided to follow suit.
As they made their way down the hall, Wade couldn't help but notice all the eyes on them which he wasn't particularly surprised about. He would stare too if he saw a shirtless guy and a boy in an oversized t-shirt and towel walking around. Never the less he wasn't comfortable with it, especially with his skin condition, but he tried to focus on the floor at his feet and calming his anger.
He was so focused on not causing a bigger scene then he already had that it wasn't until they where in the principal's office that he looked over at the younger.
Wade could describe his friends state as something similar to a wounded dog. Peter kept his head down and eyes away from meeting anyone else's. He curled himself as small as he could get without going into the fetat position and he was almost shaking. He had, and continued to keep his mouth shut and accepted anything ordered of him.
"Well boys," Mr. Davis, the principle, started with a sigh. "I can tell you that I've never been in this situation before and I've been hoping I never would be. I can understand Mr. Wilson being here seeing as this isn't your first time to my office but Mr. Parker, I am very saddened to see you standing on the other side of my desk."
"I'm sorry." Was all Peter could muster before Wade jumped in, a protective nature coming over him at seeing his baby boy look so defeated.
"Look Mr. Davis, I know this seems bad and I know I lost my temper but I promise you that nothing was going to or did happen." Wade defended more for Peter's sake than his own.
"That seems counter intuitive to your earlier proclamation of being *ehem* 'cock blocked'." Mr. Davis said, obviously not comfortable with using such a word.
"Wait, no, that's-"
"Look-" Mr. Davis interrupted, holding a hand out. "I don't want to start another argument. We are getting in contact with both your guardians and you will be sent to your respective homes. You will wait out side until they arrive." There were so many things Wade wanted to say but kept his mouth shut.
"Mr. Davis," Peter suddenly spoke up. "are we... getting expelled?"
"We will see." Peter let out an extremely quiet whimper before quickly leaving the room with Wade on his tail.
The brunette flopped down on to one of the chairs and let his head fall into his hands.
"Petey?" Wade whispered as he sunk down into the chair beside his friend.
"What?" Peter shot back, head lifting a moment to reveal watery eyes before falling back down. The sudden tears threw the older for a loop, shocking Wade into silence. He wasn't able to regain composure in time before a faculty member approached the two teens.
"Excuse me." She said nervously. "If you wouldn't mind changing into these." She asked as she held out pair of old ragged gym shorts and a baggie shirt with the school's logo on it. Peter took them both, surprising the faculty member is she had intended the shirt go to Wade.
"I'll bring back your shirt." Peter informed quietly before taking his leave to the staff washroom he had been directed to. The next 20 minutes were unbearably quiet. Even after Peter has returned, sporting the worn out gym uniform and returned the shirt and towel to their appropriate owners, he wouldn't speak to Wade. He didn't even say a word until Aunt May showed up looking frazzled and worried but not angry. May and Peter were then called back into the principal's office where they stayed for approximately 15 minutes before emerging, Peter looking just as beaten down as when he went in.
"Wilson, I would like to speak to you next." Mr. Davis informed before Wade got a chance to speak to either of them. Wade gave the brunette one last pleading look before answering the principles call.
"Alright then," Mr. Davis started as he sat back down at his desk. "Seeing as your guardian can not make it we will have to do this without him."
Wade wasn't surprised by this. Logan pretty much always treated Wade like a grown adult so unless the police got involved, short, dark, and grumpy left the teen to clean up his own mess.
"Now Parker has already given his side of the story but I would very much like to hear yours." Wade complied, Peter's reaction to the hole situation having drained his anger. He explained what he needed to say which he assumed was pretty much the exact same story Peter had given. Mr. Davis took the information calmly, writing a few notes now and again. Once finishing his story there was a pause which Wade used to ask him the most pressing question.
"Are you going to expel him?" He didn't care what his own punishment was, but Peter's devastated reaction was eating him up.
"Possibly. At the very least suspend him for some time."
"But why, he didn't do anything. In fact hes never done anything but get picked on." Wade shot back, the voice in the back of his mind reminding that getting upset at the principle wasn't the smartest thing to do in this situation.
"I beg to differ. In that last couple month he has been caught passing notes, talking back to teachers, and causing tension between some of our students. In particular the son of our most gratuitous donor to our school."
"Harry." Wade though to himself. "Of course that rich brat would go whining to his daddy."
"This isn't fair. None of those are Peters fault."
"Oh, and who's fault are they." Mr. Davis asked, showing genuine intrigue on this subject."
"Look, I'm the one who's been passing notes to him even when he told me to stop. I've been convincing him that he needs to stand up for himself more. And I'm the one who butted heads with Harry..." Wade's voice trailed off as his mind started to make connections. It was Wade who tried to start something in the locker room and then yell at the teacher, getting them in this situation now. It was Wade who argued with Harry. It was Wade who stood up to and fought against Flash causing a spiral of bullying and Peter's attempts at self defence. It was him.
"Hmmmm." Mr. Davis hummed before going back to writing on his now crowded peace of paper. "I will think it over and call you both today or tomorrow when I decide whether you may return on Monday. For now I suggest you head home and think over some things for yourself."
My goodness, this isn't good.
I just wanted to say that this ending is completely different from the one I originally wrote. The one I first wrote however I was very dissatisfied with, feeling that it was cliche and out of character. This one fits a lot better I think. ^^
Anyway, hope you enjoyed and wish these boys luck.