Um... wrong number, kid

Chapter 9

Midtown tech pt. 2

Peter bounced his leg anxiously throughout the whole class period, Flashes eyes glared into the back of his head.

He noticed that the other teen had visited the nurses office despite only having a slight bruise if that, probably making up some phony excuse that he tripped and fell or something.

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When class was over and the final bell rang, peter wanted to get out of school as soon as possible. He knew he couldn't stand around and wait for the bus but his house was a sort of long way to run even with his enhanced stamina. He glanced at his phone and tried to decide if he should risk a text to spy. He knew that she was a complete stranger but it sure beats getting beat up by seniors right?

He sighed and opened his messages

Peter: hey spy? Could you pick me up from school? I know you don't know me bu it's kinda urgent...

"Mom": how urgent?

Peter: well not life threatening. I don't think...

"Mom": I'll see what I can do kid.
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