Author's note: Hey guys! How are you all? So I said I'd upload twice yesterday and I did. It takes a while to write this stuff. So this is a new chapter, I hope you enjoy it.


Michelle Jones had finally gotten rid of her throat infection and made it to school on time. She had seen Peter Parker step out of a black Audi and exchange a few words with their other friend, Ned Leeds. The duo had waltzed through the school gates, drawing many whispers and stares which seemingly went unnoticed by them. Though they were MJ's friends, she thought that they could be completely oblivious to everything around them. Sometimes it worked in her favour like when she would struggle to keep her façade of indifference up, but sometimes it didn't do that. She had to ignore the slight butterflies fluttering around in her stomach (A/N: Ooooo.)

She approached them cautiously; waiting till the whispers had died down and continued to their regular schedules. She tapped Ned on the shoulder, the boy in question whipping around, followed by Peter, startled at her impromptu appearance.

"MJ! You're back!" he exclaimed childishly.

"Great observation, hot shot," she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. He smiled sheepishly, embarrassed. She noticed Peter.

"So, what did I miss? Anything from Flash?" she asked, trying to keep the curiousness out of her voice. He seemed nervous, biting his lip.

"You- you mean that you haven't seen it?" he asked, slightly hopeful.

"I am not going to repeat this so enjoy it while you can, I don't understand," she said.

"Well, yesterday, after school, Flash started picking on Peter saying that he wasn't Spider-Man and that the Avengers don't know him and that he's paid them for it and stuff like that. Peter got pretty mad and then insulted him right on the spot and he was so humiliated! You won't believe it. Legit everyone was filming!" Ned exclaimed excitedly.

Well, she had certainly missed quite a lot in one day. She stared at Peter, who was staring at his feet, a light blush shading his cheeks. He was embarrassed and though she seemed as if she was indifferent to the situation, she could read Peter like an open book. He wanted out. And so out she decided to give him exactly that.

"Well, we're going to be late for class. Decathlon Team practice afterschool and we can't have detention when that is happening now, can we?"

Ned seemed to realize this before stuttering out a quick, 'see you in homeroom', before rushing off towards his locker. Peter and MJ stayed silent as they briskly walked towards their lockers.

"Hey MJ? Thanks for that. I love Ned, I really do, but sometimes he gets a bit too much."

"Well, I don't need to know the details of your bromance and I definitely don't want to say this but mother says that good manners are important so, any time Peter. Not."

They both chuckled before walking into homeroom, just in time. Michelle Jones knew that when she had said she would help him out any time, she had meant it, she really would.

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Peter had just gotten out of his History class, ready for lunch. To say the least, he was famished. He had dropped his books into his locker, grabbed his lunch and hiked through the cafeteria crowd to meet Ned and MJ at their regular table, which seemed oddly populated at the moment in time. He approached it, to find a handful of people, who weren't exactly nice to him before, sitting next to Ned and MJ, adorning fake smiles on their faces.

"Hey Ned," he said, then nodding at his female friend, "MJ."

"Peter!" a girl who remembered as Mandi, exclaimed, overly cheery, "would you mind if we joined you for lunch today?"

He looked at Ned, who seemed to be desperately shaking his head and MJ who was glaring at the girl fiercely.

"Um, I, uh, Mandi is it?" he asked, she nodded, "it's very nice of you to ask, but um, would it be alright if we sat alone, I'm still getting over everything, uh, you know, announcing to the world that I'm Spider-Man and all that."

The girl – Mandi, seemed slightly miffed, before nodding, trying to keep up the façade of cheerfulness before ushering her crowd away to their usual table.

"That b-" MJ started, only to be interrupted by Ned who squeaked out, "Language!"

Laughing at the nostalgia that brought out the simple statement, he sat down, nibbling at his sandwich, raising an eyebrow at the both of them as they argued on if the Sokovia Accords were good or bad.

"You know, the Accords were only set in place for the Avengers, enhancements and mutants who would cause any damage to the world as they tried to save it. You do remember the Battle of Manhattan, am I right? The reconstruction was major! Though it had been kept on a down low, they have altered the Accords to fit the human rights," Peter inputted.

MJ looked victorious as Ned rolled his eyes and backed away from her, as they continued to banter. The bell echoed through the halls, signalling for students to get back to their classes. Ned, MJ and Peter had the luck to endure Gym class together, which happened to be next.

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Changing into the sports uniform (A/N: It's the uniform provided by school and then there is no normal uniform, it's casual clothes for classes and stuff), they walked down to the centre of the Gym. Their teacher informed them to play dodge ball. Peter seemed to realize that he didn't have to hold pack anymore. He could play well for his team because they all knew. It seemed to dawn on him that everyone wanted to see what he could do as Spider-Man and that it wasn't all just the suit. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. They were separated into two groups, Flash being the leader for one of the teams and Luka being the leader for the other. Ned was in Flash's team and MJ was with Peter in Luka's. Their plan was simple, get everyone out as soon as possible and try to stay in.

There was a point in which Flash tried to throw the ball at Peter, but his Spidey senses had told him that something was approaching, and he had jumped up, landing on the ceiling of the Gym. He gulped as everyone's mouths fell open in shock. He was actually Spider-Man.

From a bit of coaxing from the coach, they finally restarted the game, his classmates slightly wary of him during the whole thing. Ned had gotten out in the first few balls and MJ had stayed till the end before being hit by Flash. One by one, his peers dropped like flies and soon, it was only Flash and Peter left in the Gym. It was easy. That was all he could say.

Flash had tried to taunt him and let his anger get a hold of him, but it didn't and when Peter saw the shot, he flung the ball in Flash's direction. The boy seemed to realize it as the ball flew at an impossibly fast speed, knocking him in the torso. His face was red as he stood up, ignoring the snickers behind him, huffing and storming away with what little was left of his dignity. They were dismissed quickly and moved to the changing rooms, all in a thick silence, still processing the fact that Puny Peter Parker had managed to beat Flash Thompson at a dodge ball game.

They had decided that Peter was full of surprises, wasn't he?


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