“Dude, why are you here?” Ned leaned over in his seat, his eyes peering intently into Peters; as if searching for something. Peter scrunched his neck back, settling down into his seat.<br/>“What?”<br/>“You’re...<span style="font-style: italic">Early</span>.”<br/>Letting out a sigh of relief he didn’t know he was holding, Peter let out a small “ha-ha”.<br/>“Maybe I’m an Alien who’s replaced the real Peter...Or maybe it’s maybelline.”<br/>With their faces turning red, they both struggled to contain their laughter. That is, until MJ leaned over and whispered “You guys are losers” into their ears.<br/>“You know you love us”<br/><br/>30 minutes of the class had gone by, with Peter slinking further and further down his seat with the hope that he’d possibly turn into a snake and slither away. The material Mrs. Watson was teaching was old (He’d already learned it a while ago) so he felt like by sitting there in his chair doing absolutely, he was wasting his time when he could be out, you know, saving people.<br/>If Aunt May knew, he was pretty sure she’d say something about saving his attendance grade first.<br/>“Peter, pay attention.”<br/>Mrs. Watson knew that he knew all the information, but still pretended to get onto him for things she’d get onto others for. He really liked her because she was much more lenient about his tardies than...some of his other teachers<span style="font-style: italic">-cough-Ms. Richardson-cough-.</span><br/>Still, it was embarrassing to get called out so he sat back up; rolling his pencil in between his fingers and wishing...just like every other day...that the school day would go by faster.