A/N: So this is probably going to be the shortest chapter I will ever put out, I was just so stuck and I didn't know where to take it from that point without ending the chapter. So I'm extremely disappointed in this chapter and myself as an author. Let me know what you guys are thinking. Review, Favorite, Follow, and Share with others. More consistent updates from now on.

Chapter 8

The final bell echoed through the halls releasing the students of Midtown from their last class of the day. Peter had tried and failed miserably multiple times to explain to Gwen that Harry and MJ would be joining them on their date, at one point he rambled on about fresh pasta in a text for over a half an hour.

He strolled through the crowded halls with his hood brought up over his dishevled brown hair and his eyes staring directly at the floor. For the first time he allowed his new senses to fully take over and guide him around the swarm of anxious high school students. He reached his locker without ever taking his eyes off the cold white tile.

Harry was not far off from the locker, but when he reached it Peter's ears began to ring perfusely, he quickly turned toward his friend as everything slowed. Peter's eyes widened when he saw the fist coming slowly toward Harry's head, he pushed Harry to the ground and quickly moved his head to the side avoiding the fist himself.

"Ah! What the hell?" Harry exclaimed from the ground.

"What the hell is going on with you and MJ Osborn?" Flash growled at Harry.

"Listen Flash it's not-" Peter began to say before he was cut off.

"Stay out of this Parker!" Flash yelled angerly.

Flash walked toward Harry with a viscous look tainting his green eyes. Harry scrambled to his feet and prepared for the mauling that seemed inevitable. Flash swung again and surprisingly missed, he looked over to see Harry standing unharmed next to Peter.

"I said stay out of this Parker!" Flash said clenching his fists by his side.

"Drop it Flash," Peter responded.

"You want to take this ass beating for him?" Flash said as his face burned and contorted with rage.

"I'm not going to fight you Flash," Peter said defensively.

"Yeah, I wouldn't want to fight me either," Flash stalked toward Peter and when he got into swinging distance he fired off a couple of poorly aimed jabs.

Peter bobbed and weaved his head as Flash continued to fire off.

"Come on Parker hit me!" Flash yelled out between misfired punches.

Peter continued to dodge Flash, but with every punch he missed Flash grew even more aggressive. It almost seemed to easy for Peter until he saw a flash of a blonde ponytail out of the corner of his eye. It distracted him long enough for one of Flash's punches to connect. The large jock's fist slammed into Peter's gut sending him to the floor, he layed on the floor for a moment before his ears rang again, he looked up to see Flash's large boot coming toward him at a slow pace. Reacting quickly Peter swept Flash's leg from under him sending the muscular boy crashing to the ground. Soon they were both up and Peter was no longer as reserved as he was before, he was tired of being Flash's punching bag and now he felt like he could do something about it.

Flash threw two more jabs and Peter dodged both with ease, everything slowed down even more than it had been and Peter fired his own shot into Flash's usually rock hard abdominal muscles, but when Peter's fist connected with his stomach the muscles folded and melded around his fist like dough.

Flash flew a feet and skidded across the white tile. Peter waited for Flash to scramble back to his feet, but he just laid on the cool white tile and held his stomach while letting out a few pain filled groans.

At first Peter felt a sense of accomplishment, a smile played on his lips until he noticed her staring directly at him, her lips parted as if she was trying to say something, but nothing came out. Peter quickly pulled his hood over his head and slung his bag over his shoulder, he pushed through the crowd of shocked faces and was out the front door in almost no time.

Harry attempted to push through the crowd who was now moving in unison toward the large jock who was still rolling on the floor in pain. When he finally made it through he saw Peter start to push open one of the blue doors that led outside.

"Peter!" He exclaimed at his best friend, but Peter didn't even give a glance back, "Pete wait up!"

Harry let out a small sigh and pulled the phone from his pocket, his fingers moved rapidly tapping at the letters on the screen soon he clicked the send button and slid the slender black device back into his pocket.