Andrew stared, dumbstruck, at his teenage father staring back at him, clearly waiting for a response. Andrew noticed he stood about an inch or so taller than his father, while Violet was several inches shorter.

"You must have heard wrong," Violet smiled and Andrew felt her push him forward. They swiftly walked around Peter only for him to catch up and block them again.

"I- it's just that I didn't hear wrong," Peter said, responding to Violet but staring at Andrew. "You're not related to the Osborns."

"I'm not," Andrew said in a clipped tone.

Peter raised an eyebrow and looked towards Violet. It looked as if he was going to say something to her, but decided not to.

"Can you please move now? You're blocking the sidewalk," Violet said.

Peter nodded and moved over, allowing them to pass. He still looked unsure, but jumped back on his skateboard and started in the direction opposite from them.

"I need to see something," Andrew said suddenly, bending over and picking up a small rock. He faced Peter and brought his hand back, as if he were about to throw the rock.

Violet grabbed his arm. "What are you doing?"

"I'm not going to hit him. I need to check something," he said reassuringly.

Violet released his arm.

Andrew flung the small rock towards Peter, but it flew pretty low to the ground. The rock hit the wheels of the skateboard just right and Peter went flying forward, skidding his arm on the ground.

"Andrew!" Violet berated him.

"Nice one, Parker!" They heard Flash yell from across the street, laughing with the guys.

Peter glanced around quickly and then picked up his skateboard and kept going in the same direction he left in. His arm was bleeding, which Andrew felt guilty about.

"Well, now we know he's not even Spider-Man yet," Andrew said in a hushed tone to Violet.

"That's why you made him crash?" she shook her head, giving Andrew a good whack to the back of his head.

Andrew swore and continued walking. "Don't you get it!?" he hissed at her. "There are no super humans or mutants here right now. None."

"We're stuck here with no leads," Violet said somberly. Andrew nodded.

"I guess now we camp out in the Osborn guest house until we get more information?" he suggested. It wasn't the most appealing plan they had, but as of now there was nothing.

Violet stopped in her tracks and gasped.

Andrew raised an eyebrow as a small hopeful smile spread across Violet's face. "...What?" he asked slowly.

"We never did finish high school."

"No," was all Andrew said as he began walking again.

"But-"

"Vi, no," Andrew said again, quickening his pace. He stopped when he felt a tug on his arm.

"Andrew, just hear me out," Violet pleaded.

He folded his arms and sighed loudly.

"First of all, we never were able to finish high school. And for good reason-" she added when Andrew opened his mouth to speak, "-but, all the same, we never finished. This is our chance."

"Why does school matter when our world is currently going to complete shit?" he asked bluntly.

"It's something to do. Think about it, Andrew. We cannot interfere with important things right now. We could change something huge later on. Dad needs to turn into Spider-Man. He dates Gwen. Doctor Connors turns into a giant lizard. Harry injects himself and gets his Goblin split personality. Gwen dies. Dad meets Mom. They fall in love. We cannot mess any of that up, and that all has to happen before we can leave this place." Violet said sternly.

Andrew rolled his eyes at her. "Okay, so no major changes. Got it. Why do we have to wait until then to leave?"

"We need to make sure that you and I will be born," Violet shook her head. "Remember, Dad said something about a huge fight in a warehouse is where he thought Mom died, but Stryker actually took her then. That is where you and I will be. That is when we can change the future, and ensure we will still be in it."

Andrew slowly nodded his head. "That actually sounds like a plan. I still don't understand why you would want to go back to school though?"

"Not only will it give us something to do, but we can keep an eye on things." Violet placed her hands on her hips. "I want to do this Andrew, but I'm not going to without you."

He sniffed derisively and unfolded his arms. "How would we even get in? We don't have parents here to enroll us, we don't even have a home address."

"Emancipated minors are able to enroll themselves no questions asked. It's only after they are enrolled and in school will the school ask for proof of address and other legal papers. We can figure that out later," she waved her hand as if it was an unimportant detail.

Andrew narrowed his eyes. "Is this really that important to you?"

"Yes!" Violet smiled, seeming to know that she was winning.

Sighing, Andrew turned around and started back towards the school. "Come on then slow poke, time to enroll ourselves into high school. Again."

Violet beamed and bounced over to her brother. "Thanks, Andrew." She wrapped her arms around him in a hug.

"Whatever, Vi." He wormed his way out of her grasp as a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Within a week, the pair of them were enrolled into school. The Osborn guest house had been the perfect place to stay at night. It seemed like the cleaning crew only came in there twice a week. Violet had to dissuade Andrew from sneaking into the house to get a glimpse of Harry's father, Norman Osborn. They had been living in the guest house for a week now and hadn't even caught a glimpse of the man.

"See Andrew, it's not so bad. We even have three classes together," Violet grinned as she compared their schedules. They were on their way to their first day at the "new" high school.

Andrew shoved the schedule into his pocket without looking at it. "You're going to owe me big time for this, just so you know," he commented.

"I know." She continued to grin excitedly.

"You're such a nerd," he shook his head as she shrugged.

They both turned the corner on the last block before the school.

"So, are you going to tell me where you snuck off to this morning?" Violet asked casually.

Andrew paused and dug into his jeans pocket. "Crap, thanks for reminding me." He took out a hard plastic card and handed it to Violet as he continued to dig into his pockets.

"You can get into a lot of trouble for this, you know," Violet pursed her lips as she looked at the fake ID.

Andrew took out another card and quickly placed it into his wallet. "All I did was... convince... a guy to make them," he grinned. "Besides, you wanted us to go to school and we needed identification and proof of address and all that."

"Violet Grimshaw," she groaned, shoving the ID into her pocket. "Nice, Andrew."

Andrew chuckled, not replying.

"Guess we better head in," Violet nodded towards the school. Students were hurrying inside, and they needed to get to first period in the next five minutes. Violet looked at Andrew, anxiety crossing her features.

"Don't tell me you're nervous," Andrew elbowed her side. "You were always good with people."

"It's not me I'm worried about." she said in a low voice. "Are you going to be okay?"

"Me?" Andrew raised an eyebrow at her. "Always am."

Violet looked somewhat reassured. The last couple of students made their way into the school just as the twins walked in.

The first few classes were pretty dull in Andrew's opinion. The first two were algebra and English. Third period was a study hall, which he didn't mind because Violet was with him. Fourth period was economics, fifth period was Spanish with Violet.

"You want to learn the worst part of my day so far?" Andrew asked Violet as they left their Spanish class. He didn't even give her a chance to answer before he responded anyways. "Having to introduce myself in front of the class. It's pointless, and it's not like anyone gives a crap anyways."

"The classes aren't so bad though," Violet commented.

"These classes blow," Andrew whispered to her as they made their way to their sixth period lunch. "We took all these like freshman and sophomore year. They were easy then, they're literally going to kill me from boredom now," he complained.

"Well, obviously none of our credits were going to transfer," Violet replied. "It's nice to refresh our minds though."

Andrew sniffed and then paused as they entered the lunch room.

"Hm?" Violet looked at him questioningly.

"Look who we have lunch with," he chuckled without any humor. Violet looked in the direction he was staring at.

Flash looked like he was threatening some younger kid for money. It bothered Andrew that nobody around them was doing anything, but the kid handed Flash something and it broke up rather quickly.

"And over there," he nodded towards the other end of the large room. Gwen was sitting next to a couple other girls. The girls were all chatting and laughing, but Gwen was more interested in a book that she seemed unable to pry her eyes away from. Andrew wondered what book she was reading.

"And last, look who just walked in," Andrew pointed out Peter walking through the doors, headphones on over his ears.

"How about today we eat outside?" Violet asked, sensing her brother's discomfort.

"Sure, sure." Andrew nodded and followed her outside.

Andrew wasn't sure exactly why he felt uneasy being around them. Flash had never personally done anything to him, he had just been helping to get Andrew back home to his family. In doing so, he was rewarded with an arrow to the heart. Gwen hadn't even been Gwen at the time, but seeing her brought up memories of the shifter, which in turn brought up memories of the island.

Seventh period was an AP Biology class. This was the only class he was able to get enrolled in that was about the normal levels.

Andrew swore as he walked into the room, causing several students to look towards him. Of course they were going to be in this period with him. He was seriously thinking about just dropping the class altogether when the door shut behind him.

"Go on now, get to your seat." Mr. Sisson, the man that had yelled at Violet and himself for being on the school property last week, gestured to him.

Andrew spotted two empty seats, one in the front of the classroom, which was directly in front of Gwen Stacy. Sitting right behind her, of course, was none other than his father. The other empty seat was in the back corner. Andrew headed towards the back.

"Hold on one moment," Mr. Sisson called out to Andrew as he paused.

"What?" Andrew questioned as he turned to the portly man, annoyance lacing his voice. He just wanted to get to the back empty seat without causing attention to himself, which obviously was not going to happen.

"You're my new student?" The teacher narrowed his eyes at the teenager, and then scanned a piece of paper in his hands. "It says here your name is Andrew Grimshaw. The other day when I saw you, you told me your last name was Osborn. Lying to a teacher can get you suspended."

"I wasn't even enrolled here at the time," Andrew shrugged.

Mr. Sisson stared narrowly at him. "Take a seat up front."

"I'm not sitting there," he responded

"Young man..." the teacher said in what Andrew assumed was supposed to be threatening, but the way the man's eyes bulged made him look like a fish.

"There's an empty chair in the back row," Andrew pointed out.

"That's great, now seat yourself in the front row or else go to the principal's office. Your choice," the teacher smirked and sat at his desk.

Andrew looked quickly between the front row and the door. He caught a glimpse of his father staring at him, more out of curiosity than anything. Finally, he decided it wasn't worth it and sat himself down in the front row.

"Don't worry about him, he's all bark no bite." a voice from behind Andrew said in a low whisper.

Andrew turned around, knowing who was behind him, but it surprised him nonetheless. It was her face that surprised him. Whereas the shifter Gwen was nothing but cold, and seemingly heartless, the Gwen right next to him smiled with such kindness that it caught him off guard. He opened his mouth to talk, but nothing came out.

Gwen giggled and then whispered again, "He LOVES science. Just pretend you do too and maybe he won't suspend you." He didn't notice back then, but she had soft freckles running under her eyes to just over the bridge of her nose.

"Hey, I like science," Andrew responded, finally getting his voice back. "I wouldn't have taken an AP class otherwise."

Gwen smiled one last time at his before she put her attention to the front of the room where the teacher began writing on the chalkboard. He could feel Peter's eyes burning holes in the back of him the rest of the period.

Last period he had gym class. Luckily, only Gwen had been in that one with him. It was a miracle Flash had only been in lunch with them.

School ended and Violet and Andrew made their way back to the Osborn guest house.

"Do you have any classes with Dad?" Andrew asked as they made their way onto the Osborn property. "Other than lunch, I mean."

"Yeah, but just gym. Flash is in that one too," Violet said.

"I have gym with Gwen," Andrew responded. "I also have AP Bio with Dad and Gwen. This is all a bit weird for me, Vi."

"I know it's weird. But Andrew, we are the last hope for everyone that we love. For... for well, the world. We just have to hold out in this time for..."

"...like two more years?" Andrew finished for her. "I know, it's just- Violet wait."

"What is it?" she asked, just a second too late. She had already opened up the door to the guest house, and the woman inside froze when she saw them.