Wrong Number Kiddo

| 2 | Late | 2 |

Peter's POV

"I'll see you tomorrow!" Ned said, his backpack slung over one shoulder and smiling widely.

"Bye!" I shouted back.

I sighed, and started grabbing the last few things from my locker, and shoving them in my backpack. I slammed my locker shut, and began heading towards the door.

Suddenly, my "Spidey Sense" began to go off, followed by Flash Thompson pushing me into the wall.

"Sup Penis!" He greeted.

"What do you want Flash?" I asked, slightly annoyed. May was kinda sick this morning, so she stayed home today, and the last thing I needed was to be late when she would be waiting for me.

"Oh come on Penis. Aren't you glad to see me after a whole week of me being gone?" I wanted to say that it was one of the most glorious weeks of my life, but I decided against it. I might as well just take his daily beating, and get home.

I sensed the punch before it happened.

~ Time Skip ~

I stood in front of the apartment door, questioning whether or not I should go in and face the wrath of May. I knew she would be mad, but she was also currently sick, so she might take it easy.

Sighing, I carefully opened the door, and stepped inside the apartment.

"Finally decided to come home I see." I jumped, not realizing that May was sitting on the couch.

"Some kid at school decided to beat me up..." I said. As awful as it was, May seemed to love when I was in pain, so I was hoping she'd just let it go if she found out someone had beat me up for her.

"And you couldn't stand up for yourself? How disappointing." May said mockingly. "Come here." she added.

I obeyed, and after a small beating, she let me leave.

"No food till Sunday!" She shouted as I ran back to my room. Great. Today was Thursday, so that meant no food for about 2 and a half days.

I closed the door, and pulled out my phone.

Peter

Helloooooo!

You busy?

Tony

Kinda

Peter

Sorry!

I'll leave then!

Tony

Nah its fine

I was planning on being late to that meeting anyway.

Peter

What a responsible adult

Tony

Shouldn't you be doing homework or something?

Peter

Nah. I'm doing it tomorrow.

Tony

Don't you have school tomorrow?

Peter

Yeah, but my aunt's mad at me so she's making me stay home

That way I can't delight myself with a school lunch

Tony

...

Is her cooking that bad?

Peter

Oh! Uh... Yeah!

That's what I meant

Tony

Kid?

...

You ok?

Peter

I'm fine! Perfectly fine!

~

I knew however, that I was not fine.