Hey ya'll. It's midwinter break, which means spare time! Let's goooooo! (Update, no it didn't. I had so much homework and I hung out with friends. Spare time was a lieee)

Prompt: Nice Flash

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Checkers......wow. It's so- dumb.
I mean it's fun when you're sitting with someone and decide to play it- but on your own it's dumb because you're playing against yourself. You're playing against your own mind.

Hm, your own mind.

That's cool.

I guess you could call it mind games. Mind games are pretty cool. Like when watching that show "Brain Games" in class when there's a sub or your teacher is hung over after the Super Bowl. I think I play games all the time; mind games, that is. Mind games could kinda control you in a sense I suppose.

Don't they?

But you can't fool your mind, can you? But technically, I guess you could. But if you can fool your mind, does that mean you can technically play a legitimate game of checkers with yourself and-

"Peter," a voice called my name. I got distracted again I guess, but class is so boring. AP U.S. history is definitely not my strong suit, nor my main focus when I come to school. I guess I just kinda tune out a bit.

And I wonder why I don't do well on quizze-

"Peter, I'm not going to tell you again. Put your phone in the caddy by the door," Ms. Reese demanded. She was a tall, thin woman with curly red hair, always dressed sharply. I quickly sat up in my seat, finally understanding what's going on.

My phone went off in class. The embarrassment rushed to my cheeks and I practically turned into a tomato. I felt my heart start to speed up and my palms beginning to sweat.
"I-I apologize, Ms. Reese," I stuttered as I silently but quickly walked over to the caddy with my shoulders hunched and my face towards the floor. I could feel eyes on me.

It was humiliating... but nobody really cared. But I did...and that's all that matters.

As I returned to my seat I could see the teacher looking at me for a bit before starting the lesson. I just decided to keep my head looking down for the rest of class.

Once the bell rang to let us out, I got up quickly and walked at a speedy pace through the crowded hallways of the high school. The hallways always give me anxiety and I always look down at my feet when I walk. I know it's easy to pretend to have confidence in the hallway by improving your posture and and looking straight forward but that's just not me I suppose. Tony told me that.

I eventually made it to my locker and began to unlock it when suddenly I felt a painful stab in the back of my shoulder. It wasn't Ned's finger cause he bit his nails and his finger wasn't boney, so I finished putting in my combination and opened my locker before turning around because I was not redoing my comb because someone had tapped my shoulder.

And with just my luck it was Flash. He wasn't that big, over dramatic and dumb bully, he was a realistic one. He never physically harmed anyone, nor had he wanted to. He knew that the easiest way to get to someone was through words, and there's never any proof of the words someone uses to you if they're careful about it. Plus, they hurt more.

Flash stood there with an unreadable expression just staring at me for a few seconds before he opened his mouth.
"Hey, Peter," he began as he looked up at me. I was quite obviously quizzical since he never talks formally with me, let alone kindly? I mean, he wasn't kind I guess for saying hi but it was in a kind tone...which is weird in itself.
"Hi Flash...? Ca-Can I help you or," I mumbled as I gathered my things from my locker.
"Just wanted to say hello, that's all," he concluded.

He stood there looking at me like he expected me to say something snappy, or I don't know expect me to do anything but stare. He then rolled his eyes and gave a light smile.
"I'm not up to anything bad, I swear," he sighs.
"You literally never talk to me, ever. Why are you even at my locker, let alone know where it is?" Flash then moved out of the way of Peter's locker neighbors' locker for her to get passed before continuing.
"I just feel bad. I kinda need to get in some extracurriculars besides decathlon, like student council, and I can't really do that knowing I've been an asshole to some poor kid I know."
"Hey-"
"You gatta practice when you preach, you know? I can't exactly be getting into student council and talk about not being a bully while actively being a bully. I know I'm dumb but I'm not dumb to the point where I'm going to expect to win an election when I'm mean to people," Flash concluded.

I was speechless to say the least. I never in a million years expected him to do that. It was kind of, unsettling and just rubbed me the wrong way. I gave him a look before I spoke.
"So you're telling me you're going to stop being rude to me for your personal benefit and that you're sorry-"
"Never said I was sorry," Flash interrupted.
"And that you're sorry for being rude to me. I don't buy it," I said while starting to walk away only for him to pull me back by the back on my hoodie. I grimaced and flares at him. So much for being nice, Flash.
"Look Peter, it's not that I don't like you, it's just that- I don't know how to word this. If people are seen with you, they're automatically just a "joke". It's not that kids don't like you, it's just uncool to hang out with you, you feel me? I don't know why, that's just how it is sometimes. There's always that one kid. And I guess you're right, I am sorry for what I've done to you and I saw how anxious you looked last hour and I thought this was a good time to tell you."

First of all, ouch. That hurt. Second of all, that was... very honest and I respect that, but goddamn that hurt. Typical flash. The truth hurts I guess, plus he's not wrong. I have like 5 friends in the whole school that has a population of 1,500. Kinda pathetic. And also, dang I really need to hide my anxiousness more cause wow I-

"So, can you forgive me, or something man common dude. I know I was an asshole but let's put our past behind us," he tried to persuade me. Honestly I didn't even care so I just told him I forgave him and he looked at me one more time before he began to walk off and he said something.
"Hope your day gets better, Peter. Have a good one."

Well, I don't really know what just happened but um, times have changed I guess.

Sweet.