Peter rummaged around his locker, searching for his camera that seemed to have gone missing.
"Son of a-"The teen started before a deep voice behind him startled the air loudly.
"Missing something?" A large hand clapped Peter on the shoulder. He flinched and looked around to see what looked like a full-grown man beam a brilliant smirk at him. After Peter got over the initial shock of the man behind him he saw what was in his hand. His camera. The same camera with all of his Spiderman pictures on it.
"I…" The boy started, no witty Spiderman tricks or comebacks, just awkward teen muttering, "How'd you… Where'd you get that?" Brows furrowed, the mousy haired brunette shook his head in confusion.
"Oh well, saw this thing outside and decided I'd return it t'you in person." The mystery man replied, tilting his head and leaning on the lockers beside Peter's open one. "Peter right?" He asked, flipping the camera's back open to reveal the engraved name. Peter Parker, yup that was definitely his camera.
"Uh..Yeah, and you're Wade, the new kid?" Peter shrugged, reaching for the camera before it was moved higher into the air.
"The one and only," The man said with a smug tone to his voice. "Nuh uh uh!" Wade tisked, shaking a finger at Peter, "Have something to hide, Petey?" The other high schooler waggled his eyebrows, but the mention of any kind of secret put him on guard.
"What? No! W-why would I…What secret? What?" Peter stuttered out, jumping for the camera, thinking it would be easy to grab it from the average person. Wade was different though, more nimble and fast, easily dodging Peter's jump and moving the object behind his back.
Peter grunted, falling back on his feet from his huge jump. "Look man," he sighed, "That's really important to me, could you just give it back I…"
"Not until you tell me your secret," He barked stubbornly, "I won't blame you if you took pictures of me er' something." Wade tilted his head forward, passing the camera from hand to hand behind his back.
"No! God, why would you even say that! Ugh just... just let me…" Peter bit his lip and started trying to grab the camera from around the larger mans' waste, making it look like the teen were hugging the older being.
"Oho, I see how it is." Wade chortled at the sudden contact, shaking his head before using one hand to hold the camera in the air, the other pressed against the teen, holding him in place.
Peter growled, "Stop!" He said helplessly before noticing the others immense strength. Since the spider epidemic, Peter had shown great strength and endurance. How was he being held down by someone who was supposedly in the same grade as him? Hadn't he knocked out a bunch of 30 year old guys just the other day?
Peter shrugged his wonders off when Wade stepped closer; lowering the hand that he was holding the camera in to his side. "Here," He smiled, no smugness in this one. Just a smile. He offered the camera back to Pete to have it snatched out of his hand. The teen quickly double checking that the film was still in it.
"Thanks…" Peter shrugged, stuffing it into one of the pockets of his backpack. When he turned to the larger male again he noticed Wade hadn't taken his eyes off of him. "Were you going to ask me for something else or…?" Peter asked, confused as to why Wade was still hanging around.
"I like you Peter Parker," Wade said, nodding. He slightly faltered at Peter's confused, awkward smile but recovered quickly and added, "I just want to be on your good side, pretty face like yours, don't want you hating me."
"Oh well, yeah…I guess that's understandable?" Peter looked at the ground. His backpack was already slung over his right shoulder and his board on the ground lying on its wheels. He had his foot on it and rolled it back and forth to slowly pass the time, not wanting to look at the other male in fright of staring at the sculpted frame.
In fact, all that was going through Peters mind at this point was this 'sculpted frame.' This guy must've worked out for hours on end to make such muscles, and yeesh, it really paid off!
Wade kept his eyes on Peters', "Need a ride?" He asked, noticing the skate board.
"I uh," Peter drawled, did he really want this guy knowing where he lived? "Well, I don't wanna cause trouble…"
"It's nothing," Wade smirked, he poked Peter on the nose and squared his shoulders, "I got nothing to get back to." Turning around, Wade began to head towards the exit of the school, "C'mon, I can't get enough of you!" He called over his shoulder to the hesitating Peter before walking through the double doors and into the parking lot.
Peter let out a drawn out sigh, turning to see the exit he would have taken in order to get home. It was opposite to the one Wade had gone through. Shaking his head, he gave in. Flipping his board into his hand, Peter briskly walked through the doors and into the bright daylight.
Wade was leaning on an orange 2011 Dodge Charger with two black racing stripes painted on. The car was shiny and finished; Peter hadn't recalled ever having a ride in such a fancy, or expensive, car in his whole life.
"This…" Peter Marveled, "This is your car?" his cheesy wow smiled shown through as he looked down at the sparkling metal.
"Yeah, let's just say I have a lotta money piled up?" Wade snorted, knocking the hood of the Charger with his knuckle before getting in the driver's side of the car.
Peter quickly jumped into the passenger's side of the car, placing his backpack on the floor in front of him. The two of them stayed in silence for a while, Peter only breaking the silence to tell Wade the direction to his house.
After a while of awkward silence, Wade decided to break the ice, "Hey, sorry about your uncle." He said, what seemed like sorrow coated his voice, which slightly confused the teen.
"Thanks, that happened a while ago though. Don't worry." Peter mumbled before realizing the creepiness of Wade's gesture, "Wait, how did you know about that? Haven't you only been here for a couple weeks? Heck, I don't even know your last name!"
"Wilson," Wade shot back quickly, "Wade Wilson," Peter just shrugged, displaying his best 'I-Don't-Know-What-To-Do' tight smile.
After another few minutes, Wade broke the awkward once more, "Sorry, I guess I'm not the best when it comes to making friends. I'm new to this whole…School…Thing." He spoke, taking his eyes off the road to meet Peters face, which he seemed to enjoy because he only snapped them back when the car began to drag over to the left side of the doubled lines.
"You were home schooled?" Peter asked, sagging in his seat slightly, obviously wanting the ride to end.
"You could say that…" Wade replied shortly, a small smirk quirking the edge of his mouth upward.
Then once again, silence. Peter didn't know what it was, it could have been the obvious fact that he didn't want to be there, or the obvious fact that Wade was hiding something. Maybe both. Yeah. Both would make sense.
Once they had turned onto Peter's street, he cleared his throat and spoke up, "My house is right here…" He gestured with one hand to a random bricked house on the right side of the street. Purposefully picking a random house as to not reveal where he actually lived. Grabbing his backpack, he looked at a laughing Wade.
"We both know that's not true," Wade laughed, not slowing the car, "I live like two houses from you Petey, not gonna get off the hook that easy." The older man shook his head, a brilliant smile still spread across his face. He looked to his right to see an awkward, shuffling Peter who was clearly embarrassed to be caught red handed. "Looks like you're stuck with me." He added, looking back towards the road.
"Is that a good thing?" Peter moaned, rolling his eyes and resting his forehead on the window once the car came to a stop in front of his actual home.
"It is to me," Wade laughed at the younger teen hooped out of the charger, "How bout I pick you up for school tomorrow?" He inquired, rolling down the window once Peter had closed the passenger door.
"But-" Peter started to argue but was only cut off by an overly cheery voice, where had that come from?
"Good, be ready Petey!" He sung, driving off slowly, only to pull into a driveway that was 5 houses away.
Great, so now he was stuck with the weird new kid. The weird new kid with the muscles, and the eyes, and the… Come on Peter, pull yourself together. You have way better things to worry about than some new guy!
And with that, Peter shook his head to try to rid himself of the thoughts and he spun on his heals, jogging into his home and going to his room where he did nothing but think.
So much for trying to focus, why did Wade have this effect on him? He wondered what was going on in the other man's mind. After all, he was the one walking about pretty faces and stuff…
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Alrighty, so first actual chapter of the story!
This was really fun to write and though I was pretty tired, I had a blast! I hope I did Wades character alright, I didn't want him to be Too much like himself because he's supposed to be acting like a highschooler.
Anywho, I'll be editing the spelling in this later, I'm tired! Ahhh Bye everyone!
~Marty