Author Notes: Sorry for the delay on the latest chapter. The power has been out for the last couple days on my end of the world from a major wind storm. I tried to get this done when the power came back on. I do hope you enjoy this chapter. Still trying to improve in every chapter, like with Rogue's accent as it is something I am trying to write right. Thanks for all the reviews from the last chapter.

I just own the plot, not the characters.

CHAPTER FIVE: FRIDAY NIGHT MAYHEM

This had been the week from hell.

Peter felt his feet dragged into the boarding house as the bag felt like a hundred pounds. He and the rest of the Brotherhood had gotten detention every day this week and Ms. Darkhome aka Mystique had made it her personal mission to make sure they served them

Ever since Rogue up and left to joined the X-Men, Mystique had been pissed off at anything that they did. It wasn't their fault (Ok, Peter might say that she should get out of there and she pretty much a teenage girl around a group of teenage boys…not totally welcoming). Either way, it wasn't their fault in the long run. They weren't the ones that tried to kill Scott Summers in front of her. What a stupid move if one would ask him.

Of course, the others didn't know that little bit of information as he gotten it from Rogue the following Monday.

"It wouldn't be that hard, just need to get on a teacher's computer and a few seconds later, all of them would be failing a few courses," proposed Arcade.

Peter shook his head as they left class and moved on to the next one, "Yeah, as much as I would love to see those guys get what's coming to them, I think it would be more fitting during football season when grades matter if they play or not."

"…Point, better save that for next year."

"Remind me never to get on your bad side."

"Pete, Ah need to talk to ya."

Both boys looked around to see Rogue behind them. Peter really hadn't a chance to talk to her, didn't even see her over the weekend. Actually, he wasn't sure if he should be talking to her but Peter really didn't care.

"Huh? About what, Rogue?" asked Pete.

She looked at him before she looked over to Arcade than back, "In private."

Arcade didn't know of the inner turmoil of what happen over the weekend, he just saw that while Rogue was not a typical pretty girl, she was still attractive and wanted to talk to his buddy. He grinned and nudged Peter's side, "Ooooo, you go and get her, Pete."

Peter felt his face turned right red at that, "Dude, it isn't like that."

Arcade grinned wildly as he walked away, "See ya laters," he said as he gave thumbs up.

All he could do was shake his head before Peter turned his attention to her"Rogue, what do you want to talk about?" he asked.

"Pete, Ah'm stayin' with Xavier," said Rogue.

"Mystique told us about that…" Peter said as he rubbed the back of his head. She was pissed off when she got back late that Friday night, but said nothing more than Rogue had left, was a traitor, the same stuff over and over, "But she didn't explain why."

"She tried to kill Scott."

Ok, that through Peter for a loop, "What?"

Rogue sighed as she pushed her hair back behind her ear and leaned against the lockers, "Ah had thought that they were tryin' to hurt meh…but Scott said they didn't, they wanted meh to join them. Mystique showed up pretendin' to be another student and…she pushed him off a cliff in the caves," she said, couldn't look him in the face, "She claimed it was to protect meh, that Professor Xavier lied. He never told them who Ms. Darkhome really was."

"What?" asked Peter as he stepped closer to Rogue, "You can't be serious, he never told him that Mystique was…"

Rogue nodded her head, "Ah…Ah couldn't take the lies, like why she was doin' this so Ah zapped her," she said as her tone became serious, "Ah saw it all, how she tricked me, how she pretended to be the X-Men and attacked me when mah powers first appeared. She used meh and did nothin' but lied to meh since day one."

The bell rung for the next period to start now and either of them moved as other students run around them to get to their next class. Peter felt his mouth dried as he could have told her that, even really sort of did last time they talked.

"I'm sorry…" said Peter.

"Pete…Ya not like them neither, ya know," said Rogue and Peter knew at once where this was going.

"Rogue, I can't-"

"Pete, you are hidin' something. Ah told Professor Xavier what ya said to meh. He wants to help ya if ya let him."

"I'm not," protested Peter, "I'm not going to leave The Brotherhood to go and join you and your little merry band of freaks."

"Ya don't mean that."

"I do," he said as much as he wanted to tell her what was going on, about this noose around his neck that tighten every day, "You have to do what you think is right and the same goes for me."

"Ya can't be serious."

"I have to get to class, I suggest you do the same."

She didn't say anything more; she didn't protest or tried to get him to talk. Rogue shook her head as she headed down the hallway. He stood there, alone in the hallway as he could only watch.

"God, when did my life become a mess," moaned Peter as he turned to head to class only to run into the last person that wanted too.

"Didn't you hear the bell, Mr. Parker? Why aren't you in class?" asked Ms. Darkhome. The she demon herself stood there and looked quite pissed as Peter felt himself freeze.

"I was-"

"You're late! Detention!"

"But-"

"-For the rest of the week. Care to make it two, Mr. Parker."

There was no way he could win this one.

That had left him drained and the same with the rest of the Brotherhood. Like him, they found themselves in detention for the week. But unlike himself, they got detention more than he ever did before.

"Agur, Mystique is a bitch," moaned Lance as they piled into the house, and everyone crashed onto the living room. Even Peter felt the need as he fell on the couch, face first. Not the best idea as he was sure he could smell mold on it.

"It is all Rogue's fault! She had to go and join the X-Geeks!" shouted Pietro as he was the only still up and started to speed pace the room, "This is an insult! We were outnumbering them now!"

"Pietro, it isn't like she did much anyway," said Lance.

"Yeah, she moped more than Petey here but at least he did some work," said Toad.

"Thanks, I can really feel the love," mumbled Peter as he sat up.

"Dude, it isn't like you have been the friendliest," said Fred.

Peter looked up from his position and frowned, "Well, it isn't like I came here under the best conditions after all."

"I hate to point out it out to you, none of us really came here like the X-Geeks, all recruited and asked nicely," said Lance.

That was a good point as they each pretty much left worst places in their lives to come here. But unlike them, he still had his aunt to go home too if things turned out wrong here.

"I was," said Fred as he raised his hand.

"You were asked by Mystique, the head bitch and then you kidnapped Ms. Prefect, yo," said Todd, "Like hell they would let you join their little club house."

"….Yeah…" mumbled Fred as his chair sagged more under his weight.

Pietro paused in his paces as he turned to them, "You know…we all had our own little run in with the X-Geeks, right?"

All of them nodded their heads in agreement.

"Except for Parker," said Pietro, pointed an finger at him.

"What!" shouted Peter as it caused him to sit up, "What do you mean by that!"

"What I mean, we each fought the geeks on our own but you hadn't," Pietro said with a smug expression on his face, "How do we know you got the stuff?"

"I-I-I-I got the stuff!" protested Peter as he stood up, "I could take you on with ease."

"Care to prove it!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" chanted Todd as he hopped up and down.

"Enough!" shouted Lance as the ground under them rumbled a bit. A piece of dry wall fell down and hit Fred in the head to prove how stable the place was, "We aren't going to fight each other! Pietro, it doesn't matter all. Peter has at least had enough sense to stay out of trouble unlike you."

Pietro sneered at Lance, "Fine words coming from you, you spend as much time in detention as the rest of us."

"Shut up, speedy," said Lance as he walked up, "We are all tired, sick of the crap Mystique gave us for the past week. It is a Friday night so I suggest we spend the night out."

Ok, Peter was at a lost how he even agreed to come with them tonight.

Maybe because he was too tired to protest and was hungry for something other than cereal. So, he came along for the ride as Lance drove them out somewhere to eat. Couldn't go to the buffet as it was closed still from their visit last week or they gotten wise and banned them. Peter didn't know or ask as they drove up to the Burger Bomb.

How much weight one of those trays can carry surprised Peter as they took some seats as they should had snapped. Two trays filled, one with five meals while the rest had about thirty or forty burgers alone. To watch Fred to eat them was another thing.

"Agur, how can you eat like that?" moaned Pietro as Fred stuff another one into his mouth.

"Shut it and eat your own," mumbled Lance.

Todd frowned as he looked at his burger, "Still can't believe they hadn't taken my advice to add some new toppings to their menu."

"I just don't think they are ready to include beetles into their recipe," said Peter as he munched his fries.

"One day! One day for bugs are the future with all these fear of mad cow," shouted Toad.

"Sure," said Peter with a shake of his head.

"Ewww, what is that smell! It smells like someone forgotten to take out the trash."

There was no need to figure out who that was as they Brotherhood turned around to see Duncan and the rest of the football jocks with cheerleaders around them. It was a bit strange though to see Duncan's arm around some brunette and no sign of Jean Grey. Maybe there was some fact in she was a bit blind on this guy's character.

"Get lost Duncan," said Lance as the two groups glared at each other.

"Why? Unlike you losers, I don't think we are the walking health code problem," sneered Duncan.

"We have as much right to be here as you do," said Lance, "So why not fuck off?"

"Why don't you make like a banana and spilt," laughed Duncan as he and his buddy laugh at his attempt for a comeback.

"Whoa…I didn't think people still use that comeback? Isn't that like someone from grade school would say," said Peter. He should stay out of it, but his mouth was on auto.

The Brotherhood laughed but Duncan and his goons didn't seem to take comment all that well. Why shouldn't they? It pretty much was a question of their intelligence and their ranking in the social order of the school. One can't have the king and his court threaten by those lower on the food chain than them.

"What do you know, Parker?" said Duncan, "You are just a nobody like the rest of them, and the only difference is you are a teacher's pet too."

"So, getting good grades and actually having a future that doesn't depend on how well I toss a ball around makes me a loser," said Peter with a gasp of shock, "Well, tell me that in ten years after you have your beer belly and still talking about how you were so cool in high school."

The Brotherhood busted out into laughter loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear at that one. Even more better when some of Duncan's own gang chuckle a bit from the comment. Duncan didn't seem to care for it as he grabbed Peter's drink and dumped if all over him. Now Duncan and his gang laughed it up as Peter sat there, soda dripped down his face.

He could have moved, spider sense went off and he could have turned it around. But that would be too suspicious and so that left one choice as he took the hit.

"All wet now Parker," laugh Duncan but that was gone as his face was full of burger.

"Food fight!" cried Todd as he grabbed another burger and started to throw them at the footballers and cheerleaders.

It was enough of a start as burgers and fries flew through the air as The Brotherhood boys grabbed a hold of anything they could throw. Peter never really had taken part in something like this. He mostly dove for cover, but he found himself with a burger in hand and threw it with his might at Duncan's face. It made him feel good when it hit with a satisfied 'splat'

The whole place soon enough fell into turmoil as families with their kids screamed for help. The workers were really at a lost as they didn't know what to do. The manager looked like he was going to scream and ripped someone's head off if it could stop the madness.

With another burger in hand to toss, Peter had to admit this was freeing. To not follow the rules and just break them felt so different for him. He was always the good boy, the geek that thought a science expo was a hell of a good time. Now, Peter Parker was thought to be a 'bad boy' and that brought new freedom. It was freedom he never had before as he tossed another burger before he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"We got to move," said Lance, "Cops are going to show up soon."

Yeah, that was a good point. Peter nodded his head as they crawled out and continued to dodge the food. They made it out of the restaurant quite easy enough and joined up with the others next to the jeep. Pietro didn't seem please at all as he tried to remove some stains on his shirt. Toad hopped up and down in excitement and Fred just looked lost.

"All that food…what a waste."

Ah…

"Do you know how hard mustard is to get out! I'm going to be up all night to get this out," moaned Pietro.

"Stop with the complaining," said Lance as they all piled into the jeep and he drove off, "You have hundreds of the same shirt."

"Not the point! You are paying for the dry cleaning, Parker."

"What! Why me?" demand Peter.

"Cause you had to get mouthy with Matthews, this wouldn't have happen if you didn't."

"Excuse me, but the guy was a jerk, he was asking for it!"

The two of them argued on the way back to the boarding house with Todd and Fred to push them along. Lance drove along, swore that he would kill them all in their sleep if they didn't cut it out.