Wrong Number

me: Hi

?: Hi?

me: What are you doing?

?: Watching my friends beat each other up

?: Shouldn't you be in class?

me: Eh

?: Kid.

me: ...

?: KID

me: ADULT

?: Go to class before you get in trouble.

me: Ill pass

  ?: Omg kid bye

me: Rude

I roll my eyes and play Roblox, leaning against the bathroom stall. I knew for sure this mystery person was an adult, since the called me 'kid' and they had a job.

I'm skipping Biology, since I hated it. Ms. Mars, ((Authors note: she's my character I put in to not make any of the teachers in the MCU look bad)), the biology teacher, doesn't believe in my blood phobia. Peter searched it up once, said it was 'Vasovagal syncope,(vay-zoh-VAY-gul SING-kuh-pee) occurs when you faint because your body overreacts to certain triggers, such as the sight of blood or extreme emotional distress. It may also be called neurocardiogenic syncope. The vasovagal syncope trigger causes your heart rate and blood pressure to drop suddenly.' was the actual definition if you look it up. It was basically a fainting condition.

((Comment if you have questions on that))

My triggers were almost anything inside the body, except bones. So organs, veins, muscles, etc. And sadly for me, it was double Bio today, and the lesson was on the respiratory system. When the bell rings, ending first period Bio, I sigh and pocket my phone.

I enter the classroom, and everyone stares. "Nice of you to join us," sneers Ms. Mars. 

I don't reply, going to sit next to Peter. Ms. Mars continues the lesson, and I do my best with notes.

Flash raises his hand. "Yes, Mr. Thompson?" Ms. Mars calls on him.

"So the oxygen flows through the mouth to the lungs, right? And it goes into the bloodstream through the veins. So what happens when the air is toxic?" He sends a knowing smirk my way before looking at the teacher as she explains.

I focus on my paper, leg bouncing nervously. I feel my face pale as I listen to the teacher's answer. Peter lays a hand on my knee to stop my leg from moving. "Just go, Harper." He whispers.

I shake my head. 'Don't be a whimp. Don't be weak' I think to myself. But soon I start seeing spots.

"Hey. Hey- Just breathe," Peter whispers.

I'm hot and sweaty, yet I'm freezing. I grip his hand, laying my head on the desk. My shoulder length hair covers my face.

Peter POV:

Harper lays her head on the desk, face ghostly pale. I tighten my grip on her knee, "Harper," I shake her knee gently to get her attention.

"Hm?" Is her response.

I raise my hand, but Ms. Mars ignore me. 'God, this is so unfair!' I think.

"Ms. Mars, Harper needs the nurse!" Ned blurts.

I lower my hand as Ms. Mars looks at Harper and I. She sighs, "Fine. Go."

I stand up and pull Harper to her feet. I wrap my arm around her and support half her weight. "She's so dramatic." comments Flash as I walk a half conscious Harper to the door. I hear MJ say a good comeback before the door shuts behind us.

Harper grips the back of my shirt, head on my shoulder. "Sit me down," she murmurs. I do as she says. She sits on the floor, back against the wall. She curls into a ball, face deadly white, body shaking. I crouch down next to her, but giving her space. 

After 10 minutes, the color is back in her face. "You feeling okay?" I ask her.

"yeah... I'm ok." She nods, brushing her white blonde hair out of her face.

"Can you stand? You should drink something." I say

She nods and braces a hand on the wall as she gets up. I keep my hands ready to catch her. "I'm ok, Peter," She laughs softly, "I'm not gonna die."

I blush in embarrassment, "Yeah. Yeah- I know. Want me to help you to the nurses office?"

"I'm fine." She assures me, meeting my gaze.

I run my hand through my hair nervously, "If you say so."

"Imma get a drink and probably skip the rest of class." She says, tying her hair back, still sweaty.

I nod, "Alright. See you. Um, don't stress yourself."

She laughs, "You worry to much." she pats my shoulder and walks away, down the hall. I sigh and go back to Bio.