Chapter 10: Bullies and Nerds.

My sleep was pretty refreshing, all things considered, since I only slept for around 3 and a half hours. Maybe my body had adapted to my new sleep schedule to make me need less sleep? It didn't matter that much to me. After a quick shower and brushing my teeth, I changed into some jeans and a black T-shirt. 

I did a quick flip onto my room's ceiling, not to train or anything, just for fun. Seriously, if you got superpowers you'd fuck around with them too. Out of boredom, I decided to shoot Hanz a quick text.

Ace_The_Mace: Yo Hanz! So I dunno if I dreamt it or not but did you tell me you'd make me a set of webshooters to not make me hungry all the time? Cause if you did that'd be super cool.

Hanz_Get_Ze_Flammenwerfer: >_>

Hanz_Get_Ze_Flammenwerfer: How unreliable is your Memory? Yes, I did promise to make them. It'll probably be done a day or two before your new suit, but no promises. My hands are somewhat full with my own projects. Especially after your help, just know that those materials are being put to good use.

Ace_The_Mace: Listen I have an incredibly rare form of brain fungi that makes me super cool but also forgetful. You should feel ashamed for insulting my brain fungus. His name is Larry. 

Hanz_Get_Ze_Flammenwerfer: I did a full brain scan on you, if you had cancer or a fungus inside of it I would know. T_T

Hanz_Get_Ze_Flammenwerfer: Delusions aside, shouldn't you be prepping to go to school?

Ace_The_Mace: I'm already ready. Selfie.JPEG. 

Hanz_Get_Ze_Flammenwerfer: Not that I do not enjoy your physique, but please do not send me pictures. T_T

Ace_The_Mace: Not my fault you can't handle the pure masculinity in my DNA. Anyways, since I'm such a great friend and I worry about you getting lonely, me and you can eat lunch together. You can also invite Felicia. 

Hanz_Get_Ze_Flammenwerfer: I'll have to decline, I'm helping Anna and her friends on their project for the Drama club. I already have to deal with Scott, I don't want another. No offense.

Ace_The_Mace: All offense taken. Please fall into oncoming traffic. If a villain attacks you, I won't come to save you. But yeah it's fine. If you're free later shoot me a text.

Hanz_Get_Ze_Flammenwerfer: I'll be sure to do the exact opposite of that. See you at lunch. You should also work on how you talk to people, wouldn't want the civilians thinking you're a supervillain with no regard towards their lives, right? ;)

Ace_The_Mace: Never use emojis again. Or else I'll throw you off a skyscraper. Anyway, gonna head out. Cya.

I turned off my phone with a bored sigh and stuck it into my pocket before heading down to the kitchen and scarfing down some french toast drowned in syrup followed by some orange juice. My mom had left it for me with a note saying she'd be over at our neighbor's house.

After finishing and putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, I walked out of my house and locked the door with my key. Then I made my way through the twisting alleys of New York until I was at Midtown High nearly 15 minutes later. With my new powers, the dark and foreboding alleyways lost their terror. After all, who was scared of some thugs with knives and guns when you could lift a car one-handed and dodge the bullets?

My trips would probably get even faster when I could change out of my costume in a few moments. I was eagerly anticipating the new costume Hanz would make for me. Anyway, I got to school early enough to relax. I spotted Flash in the halls and we gave each other a fist bump before he headed to whatever classes he took.

Actually, did Flash even take classes? Hmm, I needed to ensure he was a real person. So I called out to him, "Flash! You wanna meet up during lunch?" Before we both got separated by the crowd of students, I managed to hear his reply, "Sure! I'll save a table! I'll tell Pete to come too!"

Then he was swept away by the mosh pit of sweaty student bodies. I let Flash go on with his journey of academic learning while I made my way to English class. I took a seat next to a window because I love me some window seats. Seriously, that's the only reason I picked that seat.

Anyways, I did see something pretty interesting in my English class. Apparently, Mary Jane Watson, the wannabe rockstar of the school, also took English. I'm like 80% sure she only started showing up to not get in trouble. Sadly, because I am an amazing student I was paired up with her.

Still, I'm not looking to get cucked by a dude named Paul, so I wasn't gonna hit on MJ. I preferred goth girls anyway, so I should be safe. Unless it's like a canon event. In which case fuck Spider-God. She did have a nice rack though. I won't lie about that. Wait fuck, I've just been looking at her for 5 minutes without saying anything… Goddamnit, why is socialization so hard?!

 After clearing my throat I finally spoke to the red-headed devil, "So… You're in a band? Pretty cool." She looked up from her book with a coy grin, "Yeah, we're called the Mary Janes. You should come see us sometime."

I give a weak grin. I was so not going to see her band. "Yeah maybe. Might have to check my schedule. So, let's get back to this novel shall we?" And we got back to reading. Occasionally, I'd help her with a few questions but otherwise, it was peaceful.

After getting through the rest of my classes, I made my way to the cafeteria. On the way, I met Hanz and gave him a high five as I marched to the cafeteria. "What's good Hanzer the Panzer?" 

His deadpan expression told me how much he liked that name, ''Nothing is. I have to redo a whole script because someone forgot to save it or have copies made of it, and the author barely remembers how it went originally. And since I am the one with the highest grades in English of the entire Drama club, I got the job of being the screenplay writer. What is it, and make it quick, I got things to plan and write.'' He said with an annoyed tone, not directed at me, but he sure sounded cranky.

"Aw, I just wanted to say hi. I'm pretty sure I met your crush's bandmate, Mary Jane Watson, ring a bell?" I waggle my eyebrows as I say this. And his mood instantly soured even worse as he frowned and glared at me.

''If your next words are that I should sponsor them, or anything like that, I am making your costume entirely pink and not giving you any of the profits from the future merchandise I plan on selling.'' He said, and this time he was really annoyed at me.

"Woah woah woah! I was just saying, I met her. Not like I fell in love, man. Besides, I could totally rock a pink costume so that's not a threat. Plus, only losers insecure in their masculinity dislike the color pink. Anyway, I'm gonna go eat. Catch you some other time!" And with a quick wave, I left and stepped into the bustling cafeteria. 

''If she asks for a favor, tell her to go suck some lemons!'' He shouted at me before he disappeared through the crowded cafeteria. I snicker at his words before stepping through the cafeteria. 

I made my way through the crowd of kids with my tray filled to the brim with unhealthy foods, cause I'd just burn off all the extra weight I gained or have it get turned into pure muscle from my spider powers. Probably. There was like a 90% chance I still gained weight normally. Imagine if I just got fat one day? That would suck. I couldn't pull off the chubby body type. No offense to chubby people. Wait why am I apologizing in my head? 

Anyways, ignoring me suffering from a brief bout of schizophrenia. I spotted Flash sitting with a nerdy-looking guy with brownish-blonde hair. I don't know how to describe hair, I'm not a fucking hairdresser. I waved at the two grinning brightly as though I hadn't just disparaged hairdressers in my head.

Peter was a legit nerd. Like I might not be a bully, but if I saw that guy walking around I'd shove him in a locker just for the fun of it. Again imaginary voices in my head, I am not a bully. Now you see despite me and Flash being on good terms I have literally never said a word to Peter Parker.

I don't know if this version of Ace murdered his pet dog or something but the dude didn't look like he was about to have a panic attack just looking at me so I'd count that as a win. He kind of looked like a puppy, I'd still shove him in a locker though. 

I immediately put my foot in my mouth though," Yo Pepperidge Parkerino! How you doing my man?" And then I gave him a friendly smack on the back. Either I overestimated my strength or underestimated his cause he nearly spilled his tray. It was only thanks to my enhanced agility kicking in that I grabbed it without spilling anything.

I then dropped the tray in front of him as he looked gobsmacked. See I know big words! Flash was pounding the table and howling in laughter, "Holy fucking shit! Didn't know you were that strong Ace! Guess someone's going to the gym, huh?" I just rub the back of my head before sitting back down.

"So… who else is joining us? Will the great and illustrious Gwen Stacy be making an appearance?" I ask trying to suppress my snickers. Flash snickers as well, "Nah, the queen of our high school rock community's too busy with her band. Leaves us to protect poor Peter from bullies." Peter looks like he's trying to figure out the hidden joke before giving up.

His voice is timid and just gives off pure bottom energy, no clue why though, "Gwen said she was busy coming up with ideas for the band. And I'm not really getting bullied. Ned doesn't really annoy me nowadays." As soon as he says that a football flies through the air and smacks him in the head.

A snicker cuts through the silence as Ned Leeds, the fatass himself makes his way towards us before picking up the football. He smirks and I am instantly reminded of a cunty version of Hanz, were they related? His voice is just as annoying and nasally as his grin, "Sorry about that Pete! Must have misjudged the distance. You forgive me right?" 

Alright now let me make it clear, I may have said multiple times I'd shove Peter Parker into a locker, but I was not a bully. This cunt? He was a bully. Big difference, rules don't apply to me alright? Anyways, like any true dude would, I immediately got up ready to box this fat cunt. Again I'm not fatphobic. Please stop judging me voices in my head.

"Yo Leeds, want me to misjudge the distance between your face and my fist?" I ask getting out of my seat and stepping in front of him in one smooth move. I ignore Peter's, "That doesn't make logical sense…" And continued glaring. One thing I will say is that Ned Leeds was tall. He was around Flash's height, which meant I had to look up at him.

I wasn't intimidated though, I had superpowers. What could he do? Throw a ball hard? Please, I could throw a car higher than his IQ. Wait, I can throw a car very far. Uh, I can throw a skyscraper higher than his IQ? Fuck it, not like anyone's gonna listen to my inner monologues. I can just claim I said the skyscraper part only.

Ned snorted at me and cracked his knuckles. "Listen carefully, Jameson. I get you think you're some kind of hot shot with your rich astronaut daddy and gramps but I will school your ass here and now. So buzz the fuck off. I ain't afraid of some pussy ass rich kid like you." I didn't back down one bit though.

"If you aren't afraid then let's go. I'll knock your ass flat. Then you'll know not to fuck with anyone again." Just to push the point in, I flipped him off. Ned's eyes narrowed at that and he reeled his fist back as my spider-sense began tingling. Just as I got ready to duck and kick his legs out, the bell rang.

He growled impotently and turned around muttering curses under his breath. What a loser, he even cursed me out like a side-villain. Wait, would I have to fight with a superpowered Ned someday? I sure hope not. The guy was annoying enough on his own. I picked up my own tray and dumped it as Flash and Peter talked.

"Listen, Peter, I'm your friend. But trust me when I say this shit will be worth it when you get rich." He said patting the bespectacled boy on the back. "Then Ned can beg you for a job and you can bully his ass." All the while Peter protests with, "No. I wouldn't do that! No one deserves to be bullied, Flash." Flash scoffs, "Listen, if that dick couldn't throw me off the team and ruin my scholarships I'd have thrown down with him as well.*

I snicker and wrap my arms around both their necks, "Blah blah blah man. Just tell me if Ned Leeds ever picks a fight with you again. I'll knock him on his ass flat. In exchange though Pete, you gotta hook me up with one of those hot band girls. Either that or Felicia Hardy." I grin at the blushing boy as he begins stammering and turning red before pulling my arms off.

"Not Gwen though." He cuts in. I immediately raise my hands in a conciliatory gesture, "Hey don't worry man. I only like a certain type of white girl. Gwen's just… not that type. No matter how much of the school simps over her." I point at Flash, "Plus I had a great idea. If none of us gets a date to the prom we all go together instead." 

Flash snickered, "A little too… fruity for me buddy. Besides, I'm hot and on the football team. I can easily snag a cheerleader date. Just need to find one desperate enough." I guffaw, "Not a good sign that your only shot is a desperate cheerleader. But I'm confident in getting a girl too. So guess that leaves Peter. Now normally I demand money to be a wingman but cause you're my new best friend, I'll do it for free Peter! Flash I'm recruiting you as well for moral support!"

Flash just shrugs and continues walking. I turn back to Peter, "We'll come up with something to get you and Gwen together some other time! Right now I gotta jet! Seeya!" I detach from them and head off to my next class, humming all the while as I breeze through the rest of the day.