Peter was too busy in his studies to see he had just played matchmaker. He was reading his favorite non-comic book La Divina Comedia He then put it up and pulled a book out on Arachnids , he jumped to page 31 That's the one that bit me, but it doesn't say anything about bite victims being able to crawl up walls. He thought before he noticed Jacob next to him. He frantically put up the book. "So, how is it going?", he said., putting up the book. Spoiler: further foreshadowing related to Spider-man I have a plot thread planned where Peter keeps concealing his wrist in order to conceal the web shooters. I think this could lead to the other students thinking he was cutting himself or something. Hilarity ensues. Please tell me if this plot thread seems to offensive
Peter sighed. "Listen man, give me a break, I was just kidding around earlier, and unless you actually DO like that girl, I can't see why you would take offense to my joking." Peter then looked out the window of the history class room and into the hall to see a large muscular figure walking by. "Hall monitor?", he said to himself.
Steph was in Drama class run by Ms Jolie; who was going through what they would be doing over the next year. She listened closely eager to find out what the school production would be. Then she said it "Class this years production of which you will be staring in is, Drumroll please... Les Misérables. Plus if Mr Res gets his way it's going to be book accurate." a smile crossed Stephanie's face despite wanting something like grease she was pleased with the choice. She then looked around seeing if anyone else in her Form was in her class.
Maggie stood up, stretched, and walked over to the easels. She grabbed a heavy canvas, and studied it. She gave an exultant smile, and began swirling paint on the paper.
Peter was walking to his lunch table when he heard the words. "Hey! Skinny!" He turned around to see the hall monitor from earlier. "I saw what you did earlier, playing matchmaker, putting a beautiful girl with a wimp like that.", he was suddenly pushed to the ground. For some reason, all the staff members and everyone above the age of freshman seemed to not notice. If I punch back, I'd draw way too much attention. Looks like I'm gonna have to run.,Peter thought as he got back up and wiped the spaghetti off of his shirt. "I'm hall monitor Blueblood, and if there is anything I hate, it's scum like you.." Peter ran out of the lunchroom as the hall monitor laughed
Adam saw the hall monitor push Peter to the ground. He immediately got up from his lunch table. "Hey! That kid might have been a jerk to those two, but that doesn't mean that you can abuse your hall monitor powers to mess with him!"
Blueblood looked at Adam. "Oh really?", he raised an eyebrow. He then looked at the lunch people and janitor. "Any objections to my actions?" They all pretended to not hear him. "I guess that's that."
Jessie watched what had happened to Peter from outside the lunchroom. As he ran past, Jessie grabbed his shoulder and stopped him. "Don't be like that. I hate bullies... Here, watch this." He directed Peter to watch as he approached the hall monitor, pulled 3 juggling balls out of his backpack. "Hey, Blueblood. Serve and protect, not stand and laugh." He threw the balls up, and each one landed on Blueblood's head, bounced off, and Jessie began juggling them. He laughed slightly, threw the balls up, did a cartwheel backwards and caught the balls in his bag before taking off out of the cafeteria, being chased by Blueblood.
"Ugh, I'm going to have to do this myself then." Adam thought to himself. "I'm not going to stoop to your level and take physical action, but consider this a warning, If I find you bullying someone again, I have every right to report to the staff." Adam walked back to his table. He felt good, knowing that he stood up for someone on the first day.
Peter chuckled at Jessie's antics before realizing something. The staff didn't do anything about Blueblood literally physically assaulting another student, it's almost like he has more power than them or something.
She pushed her way through the small crowd. "Seriously, what do you think you're doing?" she said angrily to Blueblood.
Blueblood looked at Maggie "Hey, I just did you a favor, that wimp won't be making fun of you again."
