Peter walks into on the first day, dazed and slouchy from being up all night because a local robber broke into some houses in his neighborhood and he had to handle it, but while “handling it” got a good gash above his eye.
Anyways he walks into first period, and it feels weird without Ned glued to his side.
He seats himself at the back and struggles to stay awake and the teacher reads from the handbook.
“Attendance!” she yells midsentence scaring the B’jesus out of Peter who bolts up and stares off into space waiting fro his name to be called.
Then he hears the name Michelle and sits up a little straighter.
As if on cue she waltzes in, her hair a beautiful thing of frizz, her oversized NASA shirt tucked into her bleached jeans.
She nods to the teacher, “I actually go by MJ”
Her eyes scan the room for a seat, the teacher motions to a desk up front,
MJ nods but just walks to the back of the room to sit next to peter who is fully awake now.
The teacher rolls her eyes and continues as MJ pulls out a book, that seems to be the only item in her bag.
As the teacher begins to read again from the handbook and Peter steals a glance,
Sensing this MJ doesn’t move but just days “You look like hell.”
Peter not knowing what to say to this stammers for a minute and MJ finally looks up noticing how the tips of his ears turn red.
She keeps from smiling and narrows her focus on the cut above his brow.
“That looks bad.” She declares and shuffles around in her bag.
“Just a scra…” Peter notices her pull a small aid kit out and stops, surprised. “You carry a first aid kit around. Why?” he asks.
“Because people are stupid and always getting hurt,” she nods to his head, “nice job on being living proof of my reasoning.” She says as she tosses a band aide at his face.
Aunt May had already tried to get him to wear one but he refused, but for some reason he put on the one that MJ gave him.
He struggled to put it on and without warning she leaner her long body over, placing the band aid on him surprisingly gently.
As if just realizing her actions she stopped, and looked down to meet his big Dow eyes. She stayed for a moment completely still until he smiled a lopsided grin.
She pressed the rest of the band aid on a little harsher before yanking back to finish her book.
What had come over her? And why was he so cute?
She continued to read, but for the rest of the class she felt his eyes on her, and for once she didn’t mind someone staring at her.
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