It was the first Friday of the school week. It was Friday. That was all that went through Sams head, and most of the other teenagers. Sam had his head on his resting arm on the desk. Algebra. His least favorite class, but then again, what classes did he like?
He looked out the wide and big walls of windows beside him. He noticed the nice sky out there, which gave him the urge to just get out of there and fly. Times like this made him regret his decision on saying 'yes' to this whole normal crap. He missed just being to fly when every he felt like, ant time any place. But not anymore. He only got to fly, if he was luck, during a mission and while he knew it, his eyes began to slowly close. His head went up and down a few times.
"Alexander?" An echoey voice started to be heard in the teenage head. "Mr. Alexander?" the voice said again, a little louder this time. The teen eyes popped opened. Only to find the teacher starring at him with arms crossed in front of the room. As well as the other stares by the students, one of them being the blond ones. He had a small smile on his face,as he seemed to cover it with his hand.
"Am I boring you, ?" The teacher asked, with the least hint of sarcasm.
Sams eyebrows went up, as he was about to say something. When the teacher talked "Perhaps you would like to see if Principal Coulson can make this class more entertaining for you.."
The teacher said with her same look as before. Her big eyes, thanks to her nerdy glasses, where starring straight at the tan teen. Sam quickly remembered their 'deal' his eyes winded in horror.
"Uh, no, I think I like this better." He said nodding assuringly, with an innocent smile at the end. The teacher gave him one last sour look, as she turned back to board and started to talk again.
The tan teen felt a small touch on his shoulder, it was the blond one. "No sarcastic comment back?" he asked in disbelief.
Sam shrugged " Its a Colsons deal..." he said tiredly.
"Ahh" said the blond one understanding as a smile crossed his face.
The class went on and on. But after it had felt like an eternity, the bell final rung. Everyone started to get up, and flea the room.
"Dude I swear, longest week of my life.." said the brown headed teen walking next to the brunett with the baby blue eyes.
He seemed to chuckle a bit. "Yeah, and its only the first week of school.." he said with a sigh.
"Ugh, dont remind me..." he said placing his books on his locker. "hey wanna come to my place tonight and watch a movie or something?"
The brunett nodded pleased. "yeah, sounds great."
"Alright, I'll tell MJ too" he closed his locker and padded the brunett on the shoulder. "K see ya at lunch." As he started to walk away.
The brunett stood there, he merely waved. He turned around and saw MJ's red hair going inside a room. He sighed, as she was the only other person he was gonna go talk to. So he continued to stand there. He frowned.
"Huh, maybe I do need to make more friends..." he said to himself thoughtfully.
With a perfect timing, he saw the blond teen he had talk to the other day. He somewhat took a step forward ready to go for another conversation. That was until he saw the same tan teen Harry disliked, padded him on the shoulder. They seemed to be talking about something. It was the tan teen and the other two that surrounded the blond one. As they made their way into the class room. The brunett sighed.
Jeez, are they ever apart from each other? he asked himself. He shook his head, ignoring his comments in his head and made his way into the same classroom.
English class wasn't that bad. The teacher was enthusiastic. And seemed to actually like the students, or at least it looked like it.
"Alright boys and girls," he paused. "And yes, I did say boys and girls. Because you are boys and girls." he said somewhat joking.
"When it comes to writing. You're not just using words and making sentences.." he said looking around the room.
The tan teen frowned at the comment, perhaps even by somewhat surprised by it.
"You need to know and feel what you're writing." The teacher said as he stood behind his desk and made his way around it and sat at the edge of it. There was silence in the room.
"So," he said as he clapped his hands together. "Because I was that lame teacher that missed the first day of school." he said in a goofy voice. "We're gonna pretend like this is our first class."
There was whispers and murmurs going around the room.
"So, I want you guys to get in groups of fours, Introduce yourself to the group and say what you did this summer." He explained. "then we will move on to our next activity." He said the last part loudly as he competed against the noise of desks and chairs around the room.
Everyone seemed to have a group. The teacher walked around the room as he smiled listening to the conversations of his students.
The tan teen, along with the tan female, colored big guy and the blond one seemed to be in their own group. The tan teen had a smile on his face as he placed his arms behind his head reclining on his chair.
"Well this should be interesting..." he said almost laughing.
The teacher continued to walk around the room as he slightly frowned at a group with six people. He walked up to them, as he placed a hand on one of the students.
"Peter," he said almost in a whisper, trying not to disturb the talking student in the group. He turned to the side to hear what the teacher had to say.
"Why don't you join this group over here, with less people.." he said not really in a question.
The brunett turned and saw the same four teens in the hall again. He stared unsure of what to do or say.
"Uhh.."
"C'mon," the teacher said padding him on the back. He sighed, truly hating this.
"What? I just love pizza.." he heard someone say, as he got closer to the group. Clearly they were off topic.
"Guys, Peter is going to be joining your group." The teacher said as his hand was on the brunette shoulder. There was stares and nothing more.
"Hey Peter" The blond one said, breaking the silence. As he received stares too.
"Hey" the brunett said as he sat down on a chair and was included in the somewhat of a cirlce/ oval. You could tell he was uncomfortable. As the silence came around them.
The teacher seemed to notice the behavior of the teens, so he decided to stay a little longer around them. Help them break the ice. Which really just makes it worse.
"Alright, so who's starting?" he asked looking around the deformed circle. The tan teen who had a sour look on his face while he stared at the brunett, seemed to catch his attention.
"Sam?" he asked. "Why don't you start.." he said, once again not really meaning it in a question.
The teens eyes seemed to quickly switch looks at the teacher. He was caught off guard by this, truly not expecting it.
"Wh- Me?.." The teacher smiled at him. "Just your name and what you did." he said.
"Uh.." He stumbled. As he took a deep breath while he looked to the side. This was so pointless and stupid.
"Sam Alexander..." he said in a tire and dry tone. While he crossed his arms and slouch on his chair.
"Okay, what did you do during the summer, Sam?" The teacher asked, so he could elaborate.
He shrugged after he thought about it for a minute, as all this scenes came to his head. But yet, no words came out his mouth.
The brunett noticed the others stares towards the tan teen. They looked somewhat intense, yet fearful at the same time. Like if there was something they were hiding and it was all of the sudden come out. He frowned to himself as he looked back at the thoughtful teen.
He shrugged once again. "I don't know, I...played video games?"
The teacher nodded "Alright, who's next?"
The Phone started to ring, making the teacher look back towards his desk. "Oh, I got it." He said walking away. "You guys keep talking, alright?" he pointed as he turned towards his desk.
The stares that once were on the back of the teacher, came back to the circle. As the silence came back again.
"So whats for lunch?" the tan teen asked. "I'm starving." he padded his stomach.
The female sighed as she rolled her eyes annoyed. She couldn't help it, she had to ask. It was now or never. "So, whats your name again?" she asked the brunett, catching him off guard. He blinked in surprise. Her voice was soft, but yet it made you be scared somehow.
"Uh, Peter." he said nodding awkwardly. "Peter Parker."
She eyed at him with a serious face. She seemed thoughtful as she without meaning to, squinted her eyes at him. The brunett noticed but his eyes were taken somewhere else as he heard his name.
"So what you do during the summer, Parker..." the tan said. He had a sarcastic yet dryly humor in his voice, and seemed to be not interested in what he was about to say, at all.
"Uh.." he huffed a scoff. "I don't know, the typical stuff, I guess." He said.
"Define typical." The tan asked suspiciously. The brunett frown confused.
"Alright, we're not gonna start." The bigger guys said. "Besides, this is not an interview." he added. "I'm Luke" he said as he looked at the brunett. "This is Ava, Danny, "He pointed with his head towards them. "And you already met Issues over here." He said sarcastically pointing.
He couldn't help to chuckle at that, and it seemed that they all did except for the tan teen, of course.
"Oh, Hilarious." he said dryly. As his eyes seemed to focus on the brunett again.
He noticed and cleared his throat. "Yeah well, I guess Harry has some 'angry issues' of his own." he said, as if he was apologizing for his friends behavior.
"Ya, no kiddin" the tan scoffed.
This made the brunett somewhat annoyed "okay, its not like you didn't ask for it.." he said a little more serious now, defending his friend.
"Yea? well I didn't." he responded back. The brunett stared at him with his own look. Until someone seemed to interrupt the conversation.
"So, anyways." The female interrupted. "Whats your average on chemistry?" she asked randomly. It looked like she was thinking about that the whole time. The brunett seemed to be completely confused.
"What? My average?" he said still unsure if he had heard right. She continued to stare. "Uh, I..I don't-" But the bell cut him off.
"Alright class, see you back on monday, have a great weekend." he said as most teens were making their way out of the room.
"I'm telling you man, it was just awkward and weird.." the brunett said to his friend, as they made their into the cafeteria.
"Man, and if you're saying it was weird, then thats saying something.." he said. His friend frown. "Hey"
"I mean, they seem nice and all, well, most of them, but...I don't know." he said, still without words.
"Don't you have like all your classes with them?" the friend asked making fun. As they were both on the line getting their food.
"I don't even know..." the brunett sighed, as he grabbed an apple into his trace.
They both walked outside the kitchen as they made their way into their usual table where MJ was sitting down.
"Hey guys," she said as she looked at them. They smiled.
"How are you always here so early?" Harry asked curious. "Because I finish my objectives early." she said with a grin. He smiled back.
"So, hows the schools news coming?" The brunett asked her. She shrugged. "Alright. I mean all we have so far is, no fighting in the halls.."
"Serously?" Harry asked somewhat dryly. She raised her palm up. "Hey, not my idea. Beside, we didn't put any names.."
"So, how exactly did you-" the brunett was saying. When he stopped mid sentence as he saw her suddenly waving.
The four teens were coming out of the kitchen with their trace of foods. When the tan female slightly stopped surprised. As she saw the red headed girl waving at her, probably signaling them to come sit down with them. She waved back awkwardly. The tan teen noticed.
"What the hell is she doing?' he asked her eying at the red headed.
"She's waving." She said through a force smile. He frowned confused. "And now what?" he said.
"I guess, we go sit with her?" she said slowly walking forward. The tan teen froze, seeing her walk forward. "What? Are you crazy?"
"MJ, what are you doing?" both harry and the brunett said in a whisper. She shrugged as she looked at them, seeing that the four teen were walking towards them. "Im just waving for them to sit with us." she said casually.
"And..why exactly?" the brunett asked confused.
"Because they seem nice okay? Jeez, whats you guys's problem?" she asked.
"MJ, you don't understand..."
"Hey Ava," MJ greeted. As she scooted a little to her right so she could sit next to her. She smiled placing her trace down. "Hey, MJ"
The rest of the boys sat somewhat scattered thorough out the table. They all seemed confused as to what had just happened. But it was too late to go back.
A few minutes had passed, as there had been small conversation once in a while. Everyone talked to their own clique except for the girls. Even though, MJ was the one who talked the most.
"So Peter, have you gotten any good pictures of Spiderman?" MJ asked curiously. The brunett seemed to slightly tensed a bit, as well as other on the table.
"Uh, well..." he started.
"You know spiderman?" The bigger guy asked, being the first one of the boys to have talked to them.
The brunette eyes widen a bit "Uh, yeah, sort of... I mean not like best friends or anything.." he said sheepishly.
"He has some great shoots of him." MJ said to the others. He rubbed his neck.
Great. This was going to be an amazing lunch.
TO BE CONTINUED.
Sneak Peek of next chapter:
Spiderman will finally meet Nick Fury, as well as some other teenage heroes. Say What?