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Chapter Three: My Hero

During lunch me and Gwen sat on top of our usually table outside. She pulled out her book that she was reading by Reed Richards, "I swear you and like four other people on this planet have read that book," I said taking a bite out of my ham sandwich. That book was filled with physics crap that I could never understand.

She turned and smiled at me, "I'm sure if you applied yourself to science you would be fantastic and would read this too."

"Hardy har har," I mocked laugh.

I looked over to see a group of kids surrounding a table, "Where's the fire?"Gwen got her noes out of the book and saw what I was looking at. We both got up to see. Kids were chanting, "Eat it! Eat it! Eat it! Eat it!"

When I got a closer look, Flash was holding Gordon over the table shoving his face in the food on the tray, "Come on, Gordon! Eat your vegetables!"

"Are you kidding me?" I mumbled, about to go in there. Then, pushing through the crowd, I saw Peter, "Hey Parker, come on! Get a picture of this!" Flash laughed.

Peter shook his head, "I'm not gonna take a picture. Just put him down, man," Peter calmly said. All these primates were still chanting for Gordon to eat the food. How is this funny? That kid has asthma and I should know because he had an asthma attack one time in seventh grade when Flash punched him in the stomach! I looked at Gwen and she looked disgusted like I was.

"Gordon, don't eat it. Don't eat it man," Peter told him as his hands were gesturing with him.

"Take the picture, Parker!" Flash ordered.

"Put him down, Flash," Peter said not giving into him.

"Take a picture!"

"Put him down!" Peter shouted, "Eugene!" He said the bully's first name. You could feel this rivalry has been going on since they were in pre-kinder. This is gonna end ugly.

Flash threw down Gordon and Peter went to go check on him, that is until Flash socked him in the face. Peter hit the ground, hard. "Come on! Get up, Parker!" Flashed yelled reminding me of a gorilla I saw in a movie once.

Peter did get back up to try and punch him, but Flash got him in the stomach making Peter groan. I flinched back at that.

"Get up! Come on!" Flash kicker Peter while he was down. That's it. I took a step to go through, but Gwen grabbed my arm.

"I'm still not taking the picture," Peter breathed out of pain.

I scowled at her, "What are you doing?"

"You'll get violent and whose to say he won't hit you too?" It's happened before in the past, not by Flash, others like him. Others that didn't know when to quit. I would go in looking normal and come out with bruises and black eyes. It wasn't a sight friends or family liked seeing on a girl.

Flash yelled, "Stay down, Parker!"

"You want me to just stand here-" I argued.

"I'll handle it," she said.

"Who want's some more?!" Gwen stepped behind him, "Flash!"

He quickly turned around and saw Gwen there making his rage face disappear, "Flash are we still on for after school today? My house, three thirty? I hope you've been doing your homework. Last time I was very disappointed in you," Gwen won't get physically, but she will embarrass you with your grades.

Clever.

"Okay listen-" He tried to recover himself, "No, Flash, how about we just go to class, hmm? How about that...?" She said with this defensive look.

"Whatever," he was annoyed. Good.

Everyone walked off, even Gwen, leaving just me standing here and Peter collecting his things. I saw a kid kick his camera and I gave this kid the death look making him scurry away.

I went over to go pick it up. I knelt down in front of Peter and handed it to him, "If it means anything, you're my hero."

He looked up at me and stared for a moment. I stood up and left to head to my English class.

All I kept thinking about was Peter. I hope he's okay and doesn't have a concussion or something. Lord knows I want to beat the crap out of Flash right now and it's only worse that he has to sit in front of me.

This is the class where I'm all alone with a bunch assholes. Liz Allen is in this class, Kong is in here, more of the popular dirt bags. It was silent reading, but it's never silent. Not with this class.

"Hey, Flash," Liz called to him, "Is that the freak that threw a binder at your head?" She was obviously referring to me. I rolled my eyes, "Notebook," I mumbled.

"Yeah, it's her," he turned to face me, "Still need to get back at you for that too."

I set my book down, "What are you gonna do? Kick me while I'm down? I can take it."

Flash laughed it off, "You can't take me. You'll break."

"I can take anything you got. Lucky for you and me I was born broken," I said not feeling threatened by him one bit.

Flash let out a huffed laugh. I'm not sure if it was hesitant.

"You should be scared of him," Liz said from the side. I turned to look at her, "Are you apart of this conversation, Bitchcake?"

Her mouth dropped, "I didn't think so. Now close your mouth or else someone will get the wrong idea of you if they haven't already."

"You're just busting out today, aren't you Freak Show?" Flash said to me. I looked right back at him, "Yeah, I guess my asshole radar is off the charts. By the way, why are you telling everyone I threw a dictionary at you for no reason? There are obviously two things wrong with that sentence."

"I'm not telling anyone anything. And it was for no reason."

"Eeeeerrr," I made the wrong buzzing noise, "We both know you tripped Peter."

"What is it with you and that loser? Are you a couple or something?"

"No!" I got defensive, "But he's more of a man than you are." The bell rung and it was time to go home. I collected my things and got out of there.

I realized I had detention to go to. This day is never going to end.

I found Gwen at her locker putting a book away. She turned to see me, "Hey what's up?"

"Getting ready to go to detention. Are you off to work?"

"Yeah, do you wanna stop by my place later?"

I shook my head, "No, I'm just gonna catch a train back home."

"Okay, text me later then," I started to walk off, "Duh!"

I was in detention along with a few other students. I heard them whispering to each other trying to confirm if I was "the girl who threw a dictionary at Flash". I swear those better not be the words on my grave. I do not want Flash any where near my dead resting place. That's for me. Oh dear, God, now I'm talking about being dead. Something is defiantly wrong with me.

Why am I so crazy and angry all the time? My mom is never like this and I don't really remember my dad like this either. Maybe someone else in the gene pool. I can now use that as an excuse.

Okay, I need to stop. I looked up at the clock and saw that is was only ten minutes away from this mental hell being over. I wonder if I just get up now, will anyone care or stop me. The monitor is actually asleep on her desk. Is that drool? Hmmp! I better not try to laugh. Krrppff! It's hard to hold this in.

I stood up slowly and walked to the door and gently opened it. All the other kids were looking at me, silently cheering me on as it cracked open. I took a step outside annnnnnnnnnnnd freedom.

I walked down the hall and to the school entrance, "Hey Jessica!" I heard Ms. Danvers call. She walked up to me with a coffee in one hand and her keys in the other. Her sunglasses were on, "Hey I gotta talk to you."

"What's up?"

"A little birdie told me you were having an anxiety or panic attack in second period today."

"Who said that?" I asked confused. Who the hell reported that?

"A little birdie did. Now, are there any problems at home or..."

I shook my head, "No, Ms. Danvers. I don't think so."

"Well, I took it upon myself to have you meet with the school psychologist starting tomorrow during your free track."

"Seriously?"

The blond nodded, "Seriously."

"Then when am I suppose to sleep during school?"

We were walking in the parking lot "Sleep is for the weak."

"I don't even know the school psychologist here."

"Dr. Samson. He's the real deal with the whole license and Ph. D"

"Umm okay? Do I have a choice in the matter?"

"You always have a choice, Jessica."

"Okay, I guess I'll do it."

"Great! I have you all signed up and everything," she smiled.

I sighed, "So I never had a choice."

"You chose right. Have a good night."

"Good night," I continued my walk down to the subway.

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