He flew in the air. Up, and down he went. He would go so low, that cars would honk in fear of hitting the figure. But he couldn't help, it felt so good. He loved to wait at the last minute, it gave him so much addrenaline. At everytime he would go up, a small 'twip' noise would sound. He did this multiple time, it all went in a pattern, it had its own rythm.

It didn't stop, until he landed in a small old building. He seemed to stand in the edge looking down at a specific place. His shoulders slightly shrugged, after a sigh. As if his energy had suddenly vanished, or had been drained.

"Well," he sighed tiredly again. "hello new school year..." He eyed the school building. As he got ready to change into his regular clothes again; and start his first day of school.

Inside, there was nothing new about the place. Maybe just more people...but that was every year. So nothing new.

The brunett walked in between the crowded hallways. He looked both ways, scanning the people's faces, like if he was waiting to see one that he would recognize. It wasn't long until he finally did. He stopped.

"Harry!" The brunett said waving, as he walked through the crowded hallway. A young teenager, who was having trouble opening his locker locked up, he seemed to scan the hallway. Until he finally saw the brunett waving at him, he waved back with a smile.

He walked towards his locker. "Hey Pete," the well dressed teen said. As they somewhat bro hugged each other. "you're not late. For once." He teased.

The brunett shrugged. "Yeah, don't get used to it." They both chuckled. "Having trouble there?" He eyed at the used locker.

"I swear, I hate these things more every single year.."

"Here, let me see." He stood in front of the locker. As he hit it, not too hard, but definitely nothing like a 'regular' human would do. The locker opened softly. The other teen stared amazed.

"H-how in the hell did you do that?" He said with a face starring at the locker then at the brunett.

He simply shrugged. "I've had experiences with these kinda locker every year." He smiled.

The teen nodded. "Nice." As he started to unpack, and placed his book inside.

"okay, I'm definitely loving my schedule right now." Said the female tan teen. As she looked at the paper on her hands. "I have two period of chemistry?..sweet!"she said out loud not really realizing she did.

"Well that's pointless.." Said the black messy hair kid. "I just want studyhalls..."

"yeah, cuz I'm sure you'll learn much.." The biggest guy said scoffing.

"hey," the messy hair kid said somewhat defensibly. "I agreed to come here. And here we are. So I better just get studyhalls."

"Sam, that is not going to happen. Unless you have all your high school credits, which you don't, forget about it." The female said explaining.

He rolled his eyes, and had both hands in his pockets. He really didn't wanna be here.

"C'mon, Sam." The blond chill teen said. "Just give it a try.."

"Yeah, I have. " He said dryly. "For like the tenth time..." He murmured.

With that, there wasn't really much of a discussion they could start. So they simply continued walking Throughout the hall.

"I swear, I did." The brunett was talking with his friend At his locker.

The teen chuckled. "And what did he say?" He asked putting a textbook inside his locker asking curious. The brunett rolled his eyes.

"oh you know, he just went all 'I'm not paying you $34 for this?!' " he said imitating someone with a somewhat of a pirate voice, or at least that's what it sounded like."'Does it look like I make money? huh!'"

The teen was laughing hard. "Dude, I swear you make the best impression of JJJ.."

He smiled back. "I try.." He said joking cockily. As he laughed and somewhat stepped back. As he did, he felt a slight impact.

The four teen walked through the hall, there wasn't a lot of talking. It was more of looking. It wasn't until the black messy teen had someone slightly shoved him.

He grunted annoyed as he looked over to his right, where he had felt the impact. Only to find a brunett with blue eyes, he looked the same age and height as him.

"oh my bad.." he said somewhat politely, but still had a smile on his face from his earlier conversation.

The teen shot him a sour look. "Yeah 'my bad your ass'. " he said as he started to catch up to his friends. "Watch where you're going."

The brunett knew better than to say something, so he just raised his hands palm up. "Alright, chill." However his friend, had a different approach.

"how about you watch where you're going next time." He said as their gaze met evenly. The tan teen seemed to really be holding back. So he just shot him a sour glare and continued to walk.

Peter made 'uff' noise. "Jeez, these people are getting crankier by the minute." he told his friend. Who was still eying the tan teens back. "Asshole." He said, perhaps a little to loud, or at least loud enough for Sam to hear.

That did it. All he held back earlier, was coming out. He stopped as he closed his eyes, and a sudden smile filled his face. "What did you just call me?" He asked turning around. Who does this kid thinks he is?

"Harry c'mon, lets go." The brunett said as he grabbed his friend shoulder. He knew where this was going. Once again, his friend seemed to think completely different.

"You heard me, asshole."

"Harry, let It go."

This was clearly two people of the same temper. Which is not a good combination.

The tan kid got closer. But still made no sign of a fight. He instead stared at this so called Harry kid. He had seen him somewhere.

"ohhh.." He said like if he had realized something. "I know who you are. You're that Osborn's kid aren't ya?" He nodded And slightly made a frowning face. "or um..what's that other name they call you?" He thought for a minute, then snapped his fingers. "Oh right, moneybags right? Hey by the way, mind giving me one?" A couple of teenagers laugh.

It didn't take long before Harry had already lounged at the teenager. He didn't seemed to hesitate to move. He punched his face close to his jaw. Until the tan kid recovered, and switched spots, leaving himself on top. As he also threw one punch. But before he knew it, he felt two strong arms grab him by the shoulders.

It was the bigger guy of his group. The brunett did the same with his friend. As they had people surrounding them. The bigger guy and the brunett exchanged looks as they were both holding the shoulders of their own friends, but said nothing.

The bigger guy started to walk passed the wall of people still holding his temper friend. The two temper teenagers still shared a last glance at each other. It was clear this wasn't finished.

"Harry, c'mon man really? You can just let people get to you like that." The brunett told his temper friend now walking towards class.

The teen sighed. "I know. But, I mean you know how I get when people talk about me like that.." He pointed out. "I can't help it, pete."

"you can. You just chose not to." He said wisely. His friend shot him a weirded out look. "What?" The brunett asked, confused by his friends look.

"since when are you all...quotey?" He asked. He shrugged, he didn't really have an answer.

"I..I don't know. I guess it's just something me uncle Ben would say..." He said putting his hands on his pocket. There was the smallest change in his face. His friend nodded understanding. As they both made their way to English class.

"Sam, you have got to be kidding me." The tan female voice said. As the four teens were sitting down on a two seated table. The blond was sitting next to the temper teen, as for the other two, they were also sitting together.

The female was sitting in front of Sam, as she was turned around and so was the bigger guy. They were talking since the bell ghead not rung.

"Really? Not even a day? And you already got in a fight?"The female said a little mad, but no enough to get someone's attention.

"Heck, not even an hour.." The big guy added. He only recived a glare from the temper kid.

"not helping Luke..." was all he said annoyed. As he slaunched a bit in his chair with his arms crossed.

"you could of resist..but nooo, you had to punch him." The female was still going on.

The messy hair kid sighed as he looked sideways for a bit, as she still went on and on and on. Why couldn't the teacher just come already...

"Well what did you want me to do, Ava?" the teen asked back. "Just stand there and let him beat me?"

She stared for a moment, as she was about to say something. When she noticed Sam expression change in a blink of an eye. She frowned and looked back, only to see the teen that Sam had fought, next to the other one. The brunett. She sighed. "Just great"

They walked in and sat in their own table next to the window. The brunett seemed to eye the four teens as he slid off his book bag and sat down. As the teacher came in, and the class had begun.

Class was as boring as ever. The teacher did not know how to make a class exciting. At all. Much of the class was half asleep, or daydreaming. Sam was one of them, he was on the edge of falling asleep. Until he heard a door open, which made everyone's head go up. It was the principal.

He was wearing a navy suit, and a big smile on his face. He had both hands behind his back, as he smiled at the teacher.

"well hello there," the teacher said politely. "May I help you?"

"Hello. Ah yes. Could I borrow for a few minutes: Harry Osborn and Samuel Alexander." He said not really making it sound like a question.

The teacher looked to the class. "Yes, certainly." As they both turned to the class waiting for the two teens.

Sam sighed as he got up and started to walk towards the door. Harry didn't seemed to do anything different to what Sam had done. They both had the same expression. They passed the principal and walked outside. The principal turned to the teacher and smiled. "Thank you. They'll be right back." and with that, he closed the door.

As the principal and the two teens headed towards the principals office. This was gonna be a great start of the school year.

TO BE CONTINUED

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