Trust
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You weren't joking when you said school was hard. You hated your cramped dorm room, you hated how your roommate constantly reminded you to clean your side of the room, you hated the uniform, you hated how you seemed to be the only one who had a problem keeping up with studying for dumb tests and homework along with your other... heroic activities. It was difficult, you'd give anything to had your old home tutor back.
Your History teacher intentionally slammed your graded test results on your desk, making you jolt out of your slumber. Rubbing your crusty-feeling eyes with a fist, you pick up your sheet of paper. A big red C minus stares right back at you, as well as a 'see me after class'. Yeah no. Not happening, the last thing you wanted was a teacher telling you to try harder even when you were at your best. Who cares about History anyways, half on the stuff on the textbooks where literally bullshit to begin with.
And if they kicked you out of Visions Academy, you wouldn't see it as a misfortune at all. You let out a chuckled as you imagined yourself literally being thrown out of the school along with your luggage in the busy road. But that wouldn't happen, your mother was rich and you guessed that's why you were still here despite missing so many classes.
Anyways, you did have other subjects you excelled in. Like Chemistry and Biology, you also got decent scores in Math. Physics was a pain, it's really stupid how teachers expect young innocent students to master about a hundred useless formulas.
A lot of the students at Visions could, you suspected. But you as an individual definitely couldn't.
The History teacher goes on to talk about today's lesson and you tried not to look bored out of your freaking mind until you felt a buzz in your breast pocket and your eyes widened significantly, a crime was in progress somewhere. Oh no. You were about to do the worst thing you could ever imagine. You let out a shaky sigh and raised your hand slowly, trying to block out the stares you got from your class mates. God, you hated everything!
"Um... Mr Miller, sir?" Your soft voice literally echoed throughout the silent class as you raised your hand, you hated the attention you brought to yourself. The stares making your palms sweat. "Can I...?"
"I'm guessing you have to use the restroom, Ms (Last name)?" He said curtly. His eyes obviously trying to intimidate you.
"Y–yes." You stuttered.
Yes, you were that girl. That girl who could barely let out a sentence without stuttering. The girl who had zero social skills. You'd fit into into the classic nerd trope with your shy persona and glasses, the only difference was the fact that you were shit at school work and um...you were a superhero. You wondered if spiderman no.2 was the same way.
"Well, in that case." Miller narrowed his gaze, "no, you can't."
To be honest, you didn't blame him. You had a reputation for asking to go to the restroom then never returning so often that your classmates who didn't bother to learn your name called you Restroom Girl.
To be honest, you didn't care about that. You had so many things going on in your that what other people thought of you never mattered. What are they gonna do? Lock you up for having social anxiety? To be honest, you preferred your lack of friends. That meant you had less people willing to know about you.
Mr Miller turned back to his lesson on...uh, whatever, you weren't paying attention. You dropped your hand slowly, looks like you wouldn't be able to handle this problem. You looked out the window, maybe Spiderman could deal with it. You relaxed a bit and rested your head on your desk. Good thing you weren't the only superhero in this city. It'll be a nightmare if you were.
What if Spiderman was stuck in class like you were? You thought. Or what if his Spider sense didn't catch this particular crime? What if someone was dying?!
And you weren't relaxing anymore. You say up and scanned the class, there's no way you could sneak without anyone seeing you. You glanced at your seat window, there's definitely no way you could jump out of it. You let out a sigh, only one thing left to do.
"Ow!" You groaned, clutching your stomach. "Ouch! Mr. Miller!"
You tried your best to ignore the bewildered stares of your classmates and focus on your act.
Said teacher turned around from the board and rose an eyebrow, "what is it this time, Ms. (Last name)?" His tone couldn't have sounded even more bored.
"M-my stomach...it really hurts!" You gasped for effect. "I need...to see the nurse!"
"No." His response is rather curt. "Keep this up and you'll seeing the principal instead."
"But–" You tried your best not to glare at him and concentrate on staying in character. Racking your brain for more ideas, you spoke before you even processed what was coming out your mouth. "Sir, I've got cramps!"
Time stood still. All the boys in your class looked away suddenly finding the ceiling, floor or their notebooks interesting with wide eyes. Some of the girls looked at you with pity, while others covered their mouths to avoid giggles.
Mr. Miller's stare barely faltered, yet you noticed a drop of sweat trailing down the side of his face.
After a few awkward seconds, Mr Miller turns back to the board, "You have twenty minutes."
He didn't have to tell you twice, you grabbed your bag pack and bolted out of the class faster than anyone had ever seen you run.
In hindsight, you were a pretty suspicious person at least to your roommate, Cas and some of your classmates who wondered where you'd go when you disappeared with little to no explanation sometimes. As you ran down the empty halls you hoped Cas was still in class at this time. You memorized her schedule early on, but she wasn't a person in which you could easily predict her movements.
You made a sharp U turn and slammed into someone as you struggled with placing your books neatly in your backpack, which reminded you of all those novels that started with the mc and some dude (which was earlier discribed to be a brick wall) and the mc falls on her butt. But that wasn't really the case here. You were the brick wall, still standing unmoved as this person stumbled and fell, his papers and books strewn all over the floor along with yours.
"O–oh my god, I'm so sorry!" You instantly helped the guy stand with ease as he clutched his head with a groan. "Here, lemme help you with these." You bent down and hastily packed up his graded homework, essays and homework while trying to figure out which one was yours it wasn't that hard, his was filled with As, while yours had any other grade except for that...plus the handwriting. The buzzing on your pocket as well as been around someone you hadn't met before making you even more antsy.
"I...uh, I wasn't looking where I was going. That's what happens when you're stressed out and trying to get multiple things done. I'm sorry for slowing you down as well–"
"It's okay," the familiarity of his voice made you look at him for the first time, curly black hair, brown skin, plump lips and his almost golden eyes stared back at you. You subconsciously handed him his notes and papers, still staring at him as your mouth went dry and you forgot how to function. "I wasn't exactly looking where I was going either."
You tilted your head to the side and stood up wondering where you've met him, it wasn't just his voice...there was just something about him that was familiar. Maybe you both shared a class–
He grabbed his notes and papers eyes widening as if he just realized something, "okay, I gotta go. Uh...bye!" Then he disappeared faster than he appeared.
The buzzing in your pocket made you jolt and you dashed off to your dorm and grinned when Cas wasn't around, locking your door, you quickly took off your uniform and pulled out what you called your power suit from the inside of a small hole in the wall you created and hid by plastering the first spiderman poster to conceal the it–your power suit merely consisted of a black fitted turtle neck shirt, black high waisted pants and a golden cropped jacket. Not exactly suited for battle like Spiderman's own did, but you looked great in it so whatever. You took off your glasses and slipped on a pair of golden medicated eye contacts and pulled up the mask attached to your turtle neck and pulled your hair into tight yet messy low ponytail all in record time.
The sound of police sirens was getting louder, which showed that the crime was probably taking place somewhere close by. You pulled out your device (you still hadn't thought of a name for it which was weird considering the months you had spent making it) and did a quick sweep of the area in search for the crime by zooming in on the hologram created. A glitching hologram newscaster lady popped up stating that where was a bank robbery two blocks over and multiple civilians where being held captive. Police where already at the scene but the criminals threatening to open fire and unleashed a mutant beast they'd brought as plan B.
You couldn't help but let out a grin despite people's lives being in danger. This was your chance, your moment! If you played your cards right you'd get the trust of everyone. You'd finally become a real hero! Just like the first Spiderman and maybe the second.
Placing the device back into your pocket you let yourself out the window.