a few weeks had passed since school started and michelle, ned, peter and i had become good friends. We hung out almost everyday, but i tried to only be with Michelle and Ned. My dad had accidentally made me suspicious of Peter. Or maybe that was his intentions all along.
"did you guys hear we're going on a grade trip?" asked Betty, who occasionally sat with us at lunch.
"yes, i'm overly excited," i exclaim as ned agrees with a happy nod.
"i don't know, our trips are usually pretty boring," michelle says to me.
"have some enthusiasm michelle," i joke.
"no one really calls me that. call me mj," she said. "and if you expect disappointment, you won't be disappointed."
"anyways, does everyone have a seat partner?" Asks Peter.
"im sitting with ned," exclaimed betty and they ample at each other lovingly.
"i'm sitting alone thanks," mj adds and scribbles into her notebook. I try to sneak a peek but she hides it in her lap.
"well y/n, do you have a seat partner?" asks peter, snapping my attention away from mj's mysterious doodles.
"no i don't," i reply.
"Do you want to be mine?" he ask.
apparently mj wasn't listening to the sentence before that and makes wiggly eyebrows at peter, "oooh does peter have feelings for y/n?"
"What?!" peter's tone changes.
i laugh, trying not to turn pink as ned shakes his head, "no mj, peter was referring to seating partners."
"sure he was," she replies, eyeing me and smirking.
"anyways," i say slowly, ignoring mjs look, "yes i'll be your seating partner, Parker."
"Oh-okay," peter says, smirking as he hides his red face.
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"hey y/n." Greets Lip as i sit beside him in art class.
"hey."
"are you going on the sophomore trip?" He asks.
"Yeah i am, are you?" I smile.
"Yeah. You uh, wanna be my seating partner?"
my grin straightens out, "oh sorry Lip, i already have one. we can still hang out there though, if that's cool."
he smirks, "yeah. Uhm, who's your seating partner?"
"peter parker."
"oh peter. Yeah, Uhm, that's cool, i've seen you two around. Uhm, can I ask..." he coughs, "are you two ah, hooking up?"
i widen my eyes, "what? no!...where'd you hear that?"
"oh, i just was wondering since you two are attached at the hip." He clicks his tongue.
"oh okay, um... no we aren't together," i smile awkwardly at him and then look to my blank paper.
"still no ideas on what you're doing for the competition?" Lip asks.
"no ideas. none."
"hmm," he thinks, "what's the biggest thing happening in your life right now?"
i look him straight in the eyes, "death."
"what? Damn, i'm... sorry," he started as i burst out laughing.
"oh my god i'm sorry i'm just joking!" Lips face changes from sad to slightly scared to humored real fast.
"God y/n... God," he laughs, holding the back of his head.
"i'm sorry!" i laugh, as he shakes his head chuckling.
"Gallagher. Jacobs. back to work!" Demands miss georgia as Lip and I calm down.
"want to hang out with my friends and i after school?" i ask, "we could work on our projects for the competition."
"sure." he nods before we get back to work.
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peter and mj wait for me and ned outside the school.
"hey peter, hey mj!" i say, coming up from behind them.
"hi y/n," mj replies.
"i invited my friend Lip to come with us, if that's okay?" i ask and mj shrugs.
"Lip? as in a boy? What kind of name is Lip?" Asks peter.
"yes Parker, as in a boy," i laugh but he doesn't.
"peter what's wrong?" Whispers mj to him, thinking i couldn't hear.
"nothing! i'm fine... haha," peter says, not looking at me as ned joins us.
soon Lip came outside and joined me as i walk behind ned, mj, and peter.
"do you usually walk back here?" Lip whispers to me.
"no, apparently they don't want to speak to me," i say as peter glances back.
"And why's that?" Asks Lip.
"i don't know," i frown.
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we pull up to Delmar's Deli & Grill, Peter holding the door open for everyone but Lip, but he laughs it off awkwardly with a disturbed stare to Peter.
"does he have something against me?" asked Lip as we went to sit at a table while ned, mj, and peter ordered.
"no, i think he's mad at me, but i don't know why," i grumble. mj walks to sit down and she sighs, looking at the confusion on my face.
"peters being an idiot."
"Wait, really? i didn't even notice," i reply sarcastically.
"i don't know why he's acting this way," mj defends.
peter and ned sit at the table as mj shushes herself. they glance weirdly at each other before shrugging. Lip grabs out his paper and pencils, sitting closed to me. i lean in and look at his drawing. it's of a war.
"wow that looks really good Lip!" i say quietly.
"thanks. Art isn't really my thing, I'm more into the mathematics of it all. it's just a rough sketch anyways," he looks smug as i feel peters eyes on me and Lip
"anyways!" peter coughs, playing with his sandwich on the plate.
mj glances up awkwardly and frowns, "welp i've gotta go."
"what? we just got here." Says ned but mj shut him up, grabbing his arm and dragging him with her.
"guys!" peter whispers loudly at them, making sure not to look at me in the eyes.
"i have to get home, my sister needs me there for supper," said Lip, looking at his phone.
"here, have my number, so we can talk about the project," i smile, handing him my phone as he puts in his number.
"see you later." he yells, waving and leaving peter and i alone in the shop.
"So?" i say, smiling bluntly.
"who's the Lip guy?" he asks.
"he's this guy from art class," i answer.
"sure he is," peter says in an unrecognizable tone.
"he is, peter! what's your problem with him?" i ask, putting my art supplies in my bag.
"i don't have a problem with him!"
i sigh, "you're not jealous, are you?"
peters cheeks turn red as he rubs his neck, "why - what? jealous? no no i'm not jealous of him- i mean you- i mean ... i'm not jealous!"
i cross my arms as my phone rang.
"bye peter," i sigh, grabbing my bag and leaving. i could hear him angrily whisper to himself as i left.
"y/n," my dad says as i got home, but i ignore him, heading straight to my room. "y/n don't ignore me," he repeats and i slam my door. i look at my phone. 8 messages from Peter.
peter😁
peter: hey i'm sorry
i didn't mean to be mean
y/n hello?
please don't be mad at me!
y/n answer me!
hello?
damnit, you blocked me didn't you?
i'm really sorry y/n
i sigh and put my phone down as dad entered my room, "y/n i have news you might like."
i glare at him, "what could it possibly be? moving? finding new friends? what."
my dad rolls his eyes and crosses him arms, "be nice before i take back the offer."
"offer you say?"
"yes. offer."
"i'm listening." I sit up hesitantly.
"y/n, how would you like to become an avenger?"