\\a cure//

t h i r t e e n : j o c k

"Ms. Stark, would you like to exit the room and go talk to the principal?" Ms. Baxter asks.

"No. I'm enjoying being smarter than the teacher," I say with a little bit of sass.

"Ms. Stark, one more sarcastic or rude comment and you'll be out of this classroom," the teacher shouts.

"Oh wow wouldn't that be a shame," I say as I roll my eyes.

"That's it you're out! Go to the principals office," Ms. Baxter shouts.

"Oh thank God! I'm outa here," I say as I stand up and grab my bag. I walk to the door but before I leave I turn and say, "bye bitches, see y'all later!"

I laugh and leave the room. I hear Ms. Baxter yell at me again, but I don't care enough to listen. As I walk to the principals office, I run into a blonde dude. Like I literally run into him. The dudes obviously a jock.

"Woah there," pretty boy says as he steadies me after I run straight into him almost rocking me over.

"What?" I ask.

"Why such the hurry?" He asks.

"Got places to be," I say, "so get out of my way."

He smirks at me and introduces himself.

"My names James," jock boy says.

"Okay, good for you," I say. Ugggg. This is why I hate people! Why did I have to run into this guy??? I walk around this James dude and continue my way to the principals office.

"Hey wait a minute! What's your name?" James shouts as he chases after me. I really hadn't gotten far from him but he jogged up to me anyway.

"Y/N, Y/N Stark." I say.

"Stark? Like Tony Stark?" He asks shocked.

"Yeah that's be my dad," I say.

"Woah are you serious?" He asks.

"Nope, I'm lying about my dad being a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Well he's not really a playboy anymore, he's settled down with Pepper." I say as we make our way to the principals office. "Well this is my stop so see you later, dude."

"Uh yeah see you around, Stark," James says with a smile. I smile back and walk into the principals office. Well secretary first, then principal.

"Ah ,Ms. Stark, what do you need?" Mrs. Turner, the secretary, asks.

"I'm supposed to go to principals office, I was smarter than a teacher and she didn't like that so now I'm here," I say with a smile.

"Which teacher was that?" She asks.

"Ms. Baxter," I say.

"Okay, thank you. Please have a seat on the bench behind you," Mrs. Turner says.

I turn around and see a long, brown bench, with no back, against the wall. I sit down and pull my phone out of my backpack. I plugged my earbuds in and started some music. The first song to play was Hold On by Chord Overstreet. The song was really beautiful. If me and Peter ever get together I can see this happening to us, but that's not the point.

It feels like I've been sitting here for hours. I check the time and it's only eight forty three. I mentally groan and lean my head back against the wall. This is so fucking boring. After a few more minutes, I see the principal walk out of his office and wave me over. I stand up and pull my earbuds out as I walk into his office.

"Take a seat please," Mr. Darwell, the principal, says. I sit down and put my phone and earbuds back into my backpack.

"So, what happened in Ms. Baxter's classroom?" Mr. Darwell asks. 

"I was asked to answer a question and I answered it along with re-explaining the subject so that the class would understand it more because the teacher did a horrible job of explaining," I explain.

Mr. Darwell looked at me in silence for minute or two before speaking.

"Since this is you're first day here, I'm gonna let you off the hook, but if this happens again I will have to call your parents and you will have consequences," Mr. Darwell says.

"Thanks, Mr. Darwell. Am I good to go now?" I ask while standing up.

"I suppose," he says.

"Alrighty. See ya later," I say as I walk out of his office.

I continue my way out as I check the time, eight fifty-five. Everyone should be getting out now. Imma just go to my locker. As I'm walking to my locker, all the classes are released. When I get to my locker I see Peter standing there. His locker is legit straight across the hallway.

"Hey, Petey," I say.

"Hey, Y/N, how'd it go with the principal?" He asks with a concerned tone.

"It was like any other visit to the principals office, except he did let me off the hook this time because it's my first day," I say in a sarcastic excited tone.

"Hey that's great," he says.

"Yeah I guess so," I say with a laugh.

"You have history next, right?" Peter asks.

"Uh yeah," I say with a laugh, "how'd you know that?"

"I just remembered that history and math were the subjects that we don't have together and I know that it's second and fourth period," Peter says with a smile. I smile back at Peter and close my locker.

"I'm gonna get to class. See ya later, Petey Boy," I say with a smile.

"See ya, Y/N/N," Peter says.
[Y/N/N = your nickname]

I start to walk away, but quickly turn around and hug Peter before I do. I smile as I walk away. I hugged Peter so quickly that he barely had time to react.

My smile remained all the way to history class, then slowly faded when I realized that I'd be stuck in a classroom with a bunch of kids I don't know learning something I probably already know without Peter.

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Heyy guys! It's been a few days lol but this chapter is also pretty long there's over 1,600 words! Anyway, hope y'all enjoyed the chapter and some drama is about to start.

word count - 1,685

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