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Peter’s Pov
It was one week before the trip when Mr. Harrington decided to regroup all the student participating in the school trip to talk about the organisation and the details of the weeks schedule. Peter was sitting between Ned and MJ listening to the teacher talking about the airport and the importance of being on time when Ned turned to look at him.
“I’m so exited for this trip! I’ve never been on a plane before, this is gonna be so fun!” He said, shaking Peter with excitement.
“Yeah this is so cool” Peter agreed.
Mr. Harrington finished talking about whatever he was talking about at that point and changed the subject to the hotel room arrangements. “Now guys I know you all are really exited about sharing a room with your friends.” At that Peter and Ned shared a look. “But Mr. Dell and I decided it would be great for this trip that your room-mates should be random.” Booing echoed across the room. “I know, I know, some of you are disappointed, but we think it would be a great occasion to connect with people you wouldn’t talk to normally.”
“Aw… man I hope we both someone cool. Imagine getting Flash as your room-mates.” cried Ned
“Yeah that would not be great.” sighed Peter, as whispers were exchanged between every students in the room.
Mr. Harrington clapped his hands in order to get everyone’s attention. “We have already made the list so now Mr. Dell is going to write your pairs on the board.”
Mr. Dell looked at everyone paper in hand. “Let’s make one thing clear, NO we wont change whoever you are paired with, it’s final. So if you are not with your friend don’t bother asking. Am I clear?”
Peter along with his classmate nodded at the teacher who turned to the board and started writing. After a few minutes he was done. “Here are your room buddies once you know who your pairing with you can go and head to your next class.”
Peter searched for his name on the list for a few seconds before he found it and read the name next his. ‘Peter Parke-Eugene Thompson’. This could not have been worst, his life was basically over. Flash who had probably saw the board at the same time as him turned to glare at him. “Don’t think we’ll become friends just because we share a room Penis.” And with that he stormed out of the room.
Ned looked at Peter apologetic, “I’m sorry Peter, I jinxed it.”
“It’s okay Ned. I’m just the unlukyest person in the world.” he said burying his face in his hands. “He’s going to make my life a living hell.” He groaned.
MJ Stood up and grabbed her things. “Bye losers, Good luck Parker.” Then left.
Later that day they were in the cafeteria Ned and Peter were discussing the upcoming trip, or more Peter’s probable death in the hands of Flash.
“I’m telling you Ned he is so angry its triggering my spider sense. I can feel him starring dagger at my head right now.” He shivered. Peter had faced the vulture, aliens in space, death but this was ultimately worst.
“Can you really feel him staring? I mean I know he is, he’s in my line of vision right now-”
“Yes! I can feel it!” Peter did not let Ned finish his sentence. “I can also feel that I am one but hair away from getting slammed into a locker.” Peter knew he could very well defend himself but for the sake of his secret identity he chose not to a while ago.
Ned looked at him, “come on you’ve been trough worse.”
“Have I?” Peter held up his hands mimicking a scale “Having a building drop on me , sharing a room with Flash….I don’t know which is worst.”
“You’re Just being dramatic now… Wait, a building dropped on you??!” Interrogated Ned sounding alarmed.
Peter looked at him with questioning eyes, “Yes, you didn’t know? I swore I told. Anyway, it’s not important now, I got other fish to fry.”
Then MJ who was sitting not far away spoke, “Why are you so worked up anyway? You can just ignore him just like you do all your other problems. You don’t have to actually talk to him.” She said as a matter of fact.
“First of all I don’t ignore all my problems, just some of them. Second of all easier said than done.” He said.
“Yeah I give one hour before they’re at each-others throat.” Ned added.
MJ looked unimpressed, “Well don’t come crying if you end up fighting. No, actually do, I really want to say I told you so.” After that she went back to her book.
“Thanks for your support MJ. Really warms my heart.” He said under his breath.
“Your welcome.” She answered in a usual sarcastic voice not looking up from her book.
After that Ned did his best changing the subject and started talking about the new Lego he just got. Peter listened to his friend even if he could still feel Flash’s burning gaze on him. What’s his problem move on already.
Flash’s Pov
This was officially the worst day Flash’s life. He had just learn that he was going to share a room with Penis Parker out of all people. Needless to say Flash did not like Parker, at all, in fact it was safe to say that he absolutely hated him. Now if you asked him why he hated Peter Parker so much he probably would not be able to answer. But it didn’t matter, no, what mattered was that he hated him and his nerdy habits, his nerdy shirt and everything that was inside those shirt.
So yeah, to Flash sharing a room with Peter Parker was something of a social suicide. He had built a reputation and he was not going to let him ruin it by making friends with him. Perfect Penis Parker, with his scholarship and his perfect grades that he did not need to work for, and his alleged Stark internship, he probably thought he was better than everyone else. MJ had called flash jealous a few time, but what did she know? Flash had nothing to be jealous about. He was rich, lived in a mansion, wore designer clothe, drove a sport car, and the list goes on as Flash had everything anyone could ever ask for.
And here he was searching through his locker thinking of the ten reason why he hated Peter Parker when one of his supposed ‘friends’ slapped his shoulder.
“Hey Flash I heard your going to share a room with Penis.”
“Fuck off Brad, I’m not in the mood.” answered Flash who just wanted to go home and scream into his pillow.
“Just saying, don’t let him rub off on you. We don’t another Nerd in this school, it’s already infested with them.”
“Don’t you have football practice to go to?” He asked slamming his locker and heading towards the exit.
Flash knew very well that the school was infested with nerd. This basically a school FOR nerds, practically everybody in this place was one. But Flash also liked to think he was one of the exceptions to the rule. Yes he has good grade and yes he liked science and everything? But he also knew how to maintain a social life. He went to parties and he was popular which was more than Peter Parker could ever do. So he just did not understand why so many people liked Parker when he barely ever interacted with people other than Ned Leeds and MJ.
Flash was on the steps about to go home when someone called his name. He turned to see non other than Peter fucking Parker in the flesh. Great. His internal monologue was already all about him, he did not need his external one having anything to do with Penis. That would be to much.
“Hey Flash, can we talk?” asked Parker.
“No. Fuck off Penis.” he was about to leave when Parker called again and stepped in front of him.
“Listen, I know you hate me, but can we just put our differences aside until the end of the trip? And you can go back to bullying me after if you want. I just want to have a good time and it would be a shame to ruin it for so little.”
Flash looked at him with wide eyes. Who did he think he was, telling him what to do? “Fuck no Parker. Leave me alone.” And with that Flash left Bumping Parker on the way. If Flash was angry before he was Fuming now. The audacity was beyond him. He quickly made his way to his car and drove off eager to get home.
Peter’s Pov
Peter was dumbfounded, he really though he was being reasonable. All he was asking for one week of peace, but no apparently that was to much. Flash seemed to think that his dislike for Peter was worth ruining his trip. Great just what peter needed.
All Peter wanted was a field trip with no life threatening event. Clearly he was way to optimistic.
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