Bold means talking in thought. Italics means actions. And normal is just someone talking.

Felicia's Pov

WHO DOES GWEN STACY THINK SHE IS EMBRASSING ME LIKE THAT!? She doesn't have the right to tell me who I have an interest in.

I stop walking with Flash and take my hand back.

FLASH WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STUDYING WITH THAT THING?! I yell at him

His facial expression changes from mad to shocked.

Felicia you need to stop being so obsessive its just studying. He replies

I was already mad at them for not sticking up for me but now studying with Gwen?!

HOW ON EARTH CAN YOU STUDY WITH HER?! I AM YOUR GIRLFRIEND SHE ISNT!

He just stands there for a few moments taking it all in. Finally after putting his hands on my shoulders and opens his mouth.

You need to stop controlling me.

He then walks off leaving me alone outside the school.

I feel my anger grow even larger inside…as if a volcano is about to erupt inside of me.

WE ARE NOT DONE FLASH THOMPSON. YOU HEAR ME?!

A few people around us turn to see the scene with jaw dropped looks. He continues to walk away from me until I couldn't see him anymore.

After yelling I start to cool down and it takes about minute or two… after which I walk to physics.

2 minutes later

When I get there I notice Peter Parker there sitting in front…and our nutcase for a teacher Mrs. Lucas

Mrs. Lucas the schools craziest teacher. She has red curly hair, green emerald eyes. Wearing a red coat, with dogs all over it. Black pants that have dog hair on it, and finally wearing black flip flops. Not to mention has a crazy personality.

I don't understand why the school would hire someone like her.

Next thing I hear from her mouth is…STUDENTS TODAY IS YOUR TEST ON EQUATIONS THAT HAVE TO DO WITH TEST WILL HELP YOU PREPARE YOU FOR YOU FIANL EXAM. PLEASE CLEAR YOUR DESKS FOR THE TEST.

CRAP I FORGOT TO STUDY. I HOPE SHE DOESN'T TELL US TO CORRECT OUR TESTS AFTER WE ARE DONE.

I sit down and take my seat near the back taking a pencil from my purse.

20 minutes later

After finishing my test taking my time so I finish last as I walk up to Mrs. Lucas desk to play my test on her desk I cross my fingers hoping. No praying we don't correct it class. As I am walking back to my seat I hear her voice behind me say.

Students now that Ms. Hardy is done with her test we can now correct the test.

I quickly turn around to see her gather the tests off her desk and start passing them out the fear I have inside from thinking about how badly I did on my test starting to get to me, I turn back around and return to seat coving my face with my hands as a test is passed to me. I look back up and see Mrs. Lucas as she is about to begin telling us the answers to the test….I feel this day is already getting worse.

20 minutes later

We finish correcting and we all get our tests back. I look at mine and see that I didn't get a single one right then I scan my paper to look for who corrected my test…..Peter Parker…..of course….and he wrote a message too…..

Sorry Felicia maybe better luck next time.

Like Peter cares what I get on my test.

So as class ends I hear Mrs. Lucas call my name as everyone is gathering their stuff. When she does say my name everyone in the room looks at me for a moment then returns to gathering their stuff.

My day has already gone badly enough, what else could happen?

As I walk to Mrs. Lucas I see that Peter Parker also walks up to her. I am hoping that she doesn't give me a tutor. As I approach her I notice she giving me a disappointed look.

Ms. Hardy I have noticed you have been struggling with this class lately and if you want to graduate you'll have to start taking this class seriously or you won't graduate. That's why Mr. Parker would be a great help to you Ms. Hardy says Mrs. Lucas

The thought of me Felicia Hardy of all people needing a tutor, it's unheard off I can't have a tutor let alone letting it be Peter Parker.

Making the best fake smile I can, I say

Thank you Mrs. Lucas I really appreciate that you care about my grade. But you see I can do better without Peter Parker here I have just been very busy lately.

As I finish stating my opinion I can tell from Mrs. Lucas that I didn't give a convincing enough speech as her facial expression changes from concerned to serious. She opens her mouth and talks again.

Well Ms. Hardy, Mr. Parker is an excellent student here. He is very responsible young man and would be a great help if you let him

Doesn't she get the fact that I don't want Peter's help? I can do better without him.

The next thing I know Peter hands me a card with numbers on it…(I assume that it's his cell number)

Don't worry Felicia …..If you change your mind call me up and we can study. He replies

Peter then grabs his backpack and leaves.

Looking at the card I am pondering whether or not just to throw the card away, instead I put it in my purse to think about later. Then looking at Mrs. Lucas with yet another fake smile, I say

Thank you Mrs. Lucas I'll think about it.

I grab my purse and run out of the classroom into the halls outside and into the school parking lot to find my red Corvette. Once I find it I get the keys out of my purse put it into the ignition, start the car and drive home.

30 minutes of driving later

When I arrive home as I am passing through the gardens, guards, and security cameras, I finally make it to the garage and park it right next to my dad's black Porsche. When I get inside I see daddy wearing his usually Black Suit with his Black tie to match. Still growing his white beard and white mustache to match his short white hair and blue eyes, and black shoes.

I see him and run up to him as fast as I can wanting to tell him how my bad day went…when I stop because he seems to be holding some papers in his hands and starts walking away from me for some odd reason. I see him drop one of his papers so I walk up to him and pick it up. As I read the paper it as many equations of formulas that I don't understand. (Thank you stupid chemistry) I read the top of the paper and it says super solder serum.

While I am studying this a hand snatches the paper from me. I look up and its daddy…but not with a caring smile…but instead very serious look.

Daddy what's wrong? What's with this paper what are you doing? Why did you walk away from me when I was walking toward you?

His facial expression doesn't change but he still opens his mouth to say.

I am sorry kitten but its best that you don't know so please go to your room.

He turns around so that his back is facing me.

But dad-

Go NOW KITTEN he yells at me

The words he said to me felt like daggers stabbing me…. I felt sick…I run, run as fast as I can to my bedroom and cry.

When I get to my bedroom I throw my purse to the side and jump onto my bed and cry as hard as I can.

Why has today been such a bad day? It's like I am a black cat with all this bad luck.

Suddenly a thought appears in my head that I should call Flash telling him how my dad was acting. Also wanting to tell him how bad my day went. I get off my bed and go to my purse on the floor and start digging for my cell phone once I find it I dial Flash's cell number.

It rings a few times…my heart is racing as it rings each time…..finally it goes to voicemail…I start crying again …until I remember what Mrs. Lucas told me earlier today about Peter

Thinking about this Peter could be a nice change. After all Flash is studying with Gwen so why can't I study with Peter?

I dig my purse to find the card Peter had handed me earlier today and dial it on my cell.

It rings once and there is a voice on the other line.

Hello who is this? Says the voice on the other end

I dose off for a second hearing his voice then quickly answer

Hello Peter this is Felicia Hardy calling you about our study session you mentioned earlier today.

Oh Felicia, hey sure so when do you want to meet for studying? He asked

How about we meet at the coffee bean at 6.

I can't help but smile about how caring he is already.

Great see ya there Peter I respond back.

I end the call.

I guess Peter is as nice as people say around school. But what am I going to wear….this should be a good first study session.

I look in the closet let to find something to wear until I spot the perfect outfit.

Peter Parker you're in for a surprise.