Some clarity is needed.
Sorry for the wait(if anybody actually reads this) but I sort of had irl issues and then my iPad lost all of my apps. So there was a delay but even through all that I had writers block, things happened that made me lose confidence in the things I do. But I'm better and back to writing.
Also(I'm sry this is rly long I know) for those confused, the first three chapters were prologues to each of the main players in this story.
Okay on with the show. Thanks for re~eadi~ng.
Chapter-1-New Kid
The bell rang for first period but Peter was so not up to it. He was out on patrol till 1 in the morning and only fell asleep at around four. Now he had a massive headache that was slowly turning into a migraine. Not the best of conditions for a surprise quiz on World War Two Germany.
Peter was about to drop his head on the desk and resign himself to a fate of bad grades, when the classroom door opened. The principal walked into the classroom with a person trailing behind him.
"Sorry to interrupt your class , but I have a new student that will be joining our ranks here at Midtown High. would you like to remove your hood, I can assure you that no one here will judge you based on your appearance."
The entire class was largely confused as to why the principal was fussing over new student more than usual. But Peter quickly caught on when caught a glimpse of the persons hand. As " " removed his hood the class began to murmur with a growing mass of whispers and hurried conversations. And no one could really blame them because when the hood was removed standing before was a very strange individual.
He was bald and his skin was covered in scarring that was very similar to burns. His eyes were slightly sunken into his face and in some places his skin looked like it had melted like a candle. But his eyes were a bright blue and seemed to laugh at the classes shock at his appearance.
Peter was immediately intrigued his headache forgotten(or had it been healed?). He wondered about his new classmate what could've possibly happened to have made him this way.
Mr. Jenkins cleared his throat and began to gather himself. "Thank you Principal Morita for guiding to the class. would you like to introduce yourself and take a seat?" He stood a bit awkwardly and gave the teacher a seriously? look. "Well first of all call me Wade not Mister Wilson, that's my dad. I recently moved here after traveling all around the place and I'm still pretty new to New York." He moved to go sit down but back-pedalled. "Plus I'm bi just to let you know."
With that he promptly found a empty seat next to Peter and sat down.
"Thank you for that...brief introduction Mr. Wilson." Wade's head hit his desk loudly, getting a few laughs out of some people around the room. "Now let us proceed with today's lesson. I believe it would be inappropriate for us to give a new student a pop quiz-" he was cut off by the cheer of the relieved class.
Peter turned and smiled at Wade.
"Hey, thanks to you we don't get a quiz that none of us were prepared for."
Wade smiled back.
"I love to help where I can."
When the bell rang Wade's buds were in and hood was up and he slipped away surprisingly unnoticed. Well that's what he thought as he weaved seamlessly in the crowd of students. When he reached his locker the guy from his first lesson was there taking out his books.
He thought he was the first one out of class. The other guy noticed him and waved. Wade walked up to his locker and opened his locker, nodding to the guy next him. "Hi my name's Peter, we were in first period together." He held out his hand.
"Wade, you already know my name." he said and went back to sorting out his locker. Peter awkwardly put away his hand.
"Well I was wondering since you're new and all if you would want a local's tour of the neighborhood." Peter unknowingly held his breath in anticipation. What the hell am I doing? He won't even say yes! I'm such a idiot!
"Yeah." Wade said nonchalantly.
"I know you're probably busy and stuff- wait, you said yes!?" Wade smiled bemused that this kid was so nervous around him. And the fact that people are reading to his thoughts.
"Yeah let's meet up on Saturday if you're not busy." Wade said closing his locker.
"Y-yeah perfectly fine I'll meet you in the — Park on — Street?" He stuttered out.
"Saturday it is meet you there at nine Parker." Wade walked out of Midtown high leaving a befuddled Peter Parker in his wake.
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