Monday

Assume it's the same location until the author says otherwise

    Peter walked Jack to the office. The boy was openly staring at everything.

    Peter was incredibly uncomfortable with all of this.

    He knocked, and Principal Morita opened the door.

    The principal looked at both of them, his eyes settling on Jack. "I suppose you're Jack. Come in."

    Jack glanced over at Peter, as if for confirmation.

    He gestured for him to go in.

    The door closed, leaving Peter standing there. He stood a moment longer, then turned and headed for his locker.

    At his locker, he felt rather than saw Ned come up behind him.

    “Morning Ned.”

    “Hey Peter, did you hear about the new kid?”

    Closing his locker, he turned toward his friend. “Yeah. Jack. My aunt adopted him.”

    “What?!”

    “Yeah. It was weird. He just sort of… appeared out of nowhere. And what’s more, there’s no record of him whatsoever. We don’t even know how old he is-- they just put him in Sophomore year.” (Also, just to help the author, Peter, Ned, MJ, Jack, and Flash will all have the same classes, and because I know next to nothing about high school, classes are: Homeroom, Math, English, Science, History, Gym, in that order.)

    Glancing around, Ned lowered his voice. “Do you think he’s an alien?”

    “What? No…” Peter trailed off. Now that Ned had suggested it, he couldn’t help but see how that would make sense. “Actually… that would explain a lot… But he’s not an alien.”

    Ned groaned.

    “But there are some--” He was cut off by the bell. “I’ll tell you later.”

    “Hello Peter,” a voice said as he sat down at his usual table at lunch.

    “Hey MJ,” he replied. The morning had been mostly uneventful-- Jack politely (albeit awkwardly) introduced himself in every class, Flash teased all four of them relentlessly, and Jack tried his best in the classes. He did alright in English but was definitely behind in Math. After lunch they had Science, History, and Gym.

    He was brought out of his thoughts by Flash, who came over about the same time as Ned and Jack.

    “Looks like the losers got a new friend,” Flash mocked.

    MJ’s expression was one of disgust.

    Jack placed a hand on Ned’s shoulder as he moved to retort, shocking the other boy.

    “Just ignore him,” the golden-eyed boy said quietly.

    That was the first time Peter had noticed Jack’s eyes. He’d been either with Ned or running around as Spider-Man over most of the weekend, so he hadn’t really spent any time with him before today. Still, it seemed he would have noticed his eyes, the gold was a color that couldn’t possibly be natural, but maybe it was.

    “Who’s your boyfriend, Ned? I should’ve realized you’re all a bunch of {insert mean word for gay that should never be used}.”

    He never saw it coming. One minute Flash was talking, the next he was trying to stop his nose from bleeding.

    Jack glared at him. “Don’t use that word again. Especially not as an insult.” Wiping the blood off his knuckles, he turned and walked away, leaving the entire cafeteria staring in his wake.