Eight: Write a chapter in which a character skips class to do something they consider more productive.
Wow this was difficult, coming up with a reason for Wade to skip school (!)
Plus Anna Marie/Wade bromance because reasons. I don't know. It just happened. She actually became far more important to the story than I thought she would. Anna Marie is Rogue, btw, the one who sucks life force and everything.
Also Scogan. ScottxLogan. I swear it wasn't planned.

Wade tapped his fingers on the desk, tilting his head to watch the laptop screen of the kid in front of him.
English was so boring. Who cared about 20th century romance novels? He wanted blood and guts and glory. And hot babes. And Peter.
He stopped tapping. Yes, yes, Peter. Little Peter Parker. Cute Peter Parker. Wonderful Peter-
The bell rang and Wade jumped. He hadn't been paying attention. Apparently thinking of his darling detention buddy was distracting enough to take his mind off how boring English was.
He jumped up with glee, shoving his stuff haphazardly into his bag. "Free!" He declared happily.
Anna Marie gave him a look. "We still have maths."
Wade blinked at her. "Oh."
Yeah right, part of his brain chimed, like we're going to sit through another boring lesson.
Didn't we skip last week? The other part asked.
And the time before.
What's one more then?
He put his hand on his stomach dramatically. "Oh my stomach," he exclaimed.
Anna gave him a look. "No one's falling for that," she told him flatly.
Wade winked. "See you tomorrow."
She shot him an exasperated look as they parted ways.
Wade hummed as he exited the building.
"Ah, freedom, is there anything better?"
Freedom and chimichangas, that voice in his head chirped.
Wade's stomach growled. Yes, chimichangas would make this perfect.
Then across the courtyard, he noticed Peter.
No, that would make things perfect, he thought.
"Peter!" he called with an exaggerated wave.
Peter scowled at him, but waited for him to catch up.
"Are you skipping too Petey?" he asked on arrival.
"No, I'm finished for the day," Peter replied, sliding over the fact that Wade was skipping.
"Wanna come get chimichangas with me?" he blurted back in response. "I'll pay."
Peter blinked. "…Okay."
Wade grinned and slung an arm around Peter's shoulders. "Yay. I know just the place."

~

"Chimichanga Paradise!" Wade declare, pushing open the double doors.
The patrons looked at him in mild surprise, while the waiters gave him patient looks.
The manager growled at him. "Back again."
"Hello Logan," Wade sang. "This is Petey." He pulled the other boy in front of him. "Logan, Peter. Peter, Logan. Logan's from Canada too," he said as he pulled Peter to a table. "We're country-men."
Logan gave him a look. "Unfortunately." He looked at Peter. "Peter Parker?" he guessed. "You're in Scott's class."
"Professor Summers?" Peter asked in surprised.
Logan nodded and opened him mouth but Wade cut in. "Oh yeah, he and Logan are sweethearts."
Logan shut his mouth and glared at him. "What are you having?"
"Two chimichangas and two cokes, please and thank you!" Wade chirped. He looked back at Peter as Logan left. "He'd like to ban me from here, but I'm the only reason this place is staying afloat. I live on chimichangas. Plus," he added, leaning in, "It's part of the Canadian Code."
Peter laughed and Wade grinned back in response.
"It's true," he insisted. "Canadian Code, very important."
"And what else does this code entail?"
Wade leant forward again. "I'd like to tell you, Peter, I really would. But then they'd kill us both."
Peter leant in as well. "By Canadian assassins?"
Wade nodded solemnly. "Logan's one of them." He looked over at Logan. "They call him the Wolverine."
Peter rolled his eyes. "Do you even know what a wolverine is?"
Wade shook his head. "Logan killed all the wolverines, that's how he got his name."
Peter laughed and they both sat back as a waiter dropped their food and drinks on the table.
"Hey Alex." Wade said happily.
Alex grinned back as he walked away.
Peter looked at the food suspiciously. "Yum," he said without enthusiasm.
Wade's eyes widened. "Are you insulting the chimichangas?" he demanded.
Peter looked vaguely shocked for a second, before his sass kicked in. "Well it's not particularly appealing, is it?"
Wade stared at him in horror. "You don't like chimichangas?"
Peter looked at the food in question. "I don't know," he admitted.
Somehow that was worse. "You've never had chimichangas?!"
Peter shrugged. "It never came up."
"Eat!" Wade said, pushing the plate closer to him. "Eat now!"
Peter gave him another grin and picked up the chimichanga awkwardly, bits of meat slipping out.
Wade gave him another look of alarm and snatched the food from his hands. After he had it positioned properly in his hands, he looked back at Peter. "Bite."
Peter looked surprised, but did as he was bid.
He chewed it slowly. "It's good," he admitted, blushing under Wade's scrutiny.
Wade nodded and put the food back on the plate. "Good. For a moment there I thought I'd have to kill you."
"Are you an assassin too?" Peter teased.
Wade nodded. "But don't tell anyone."
Peter laughed.

A/N: Wade taps his fingers a lot in this fic. I don't know. Maybe it's a sign of his deeper mental state? I've read fics where he has ADHD. If you want a reason for the tapping you can blame it on that. Or just me being unoriginal. I don't know.
Also, I tried adding in the boxes without them being boxes.
As I mentioned earlier, the whole Scogan thing, totally unplanned. The whole chimichanga thing. All that. I must say it worked out quite well though.
And, surprise Alex Summers cameo. He got the job because Scott asked Logan to give him a job because he was worried about him or something.
And um.. yeah I've never had chimichangas either…