When Peter practically fell in through his window, Mr Stark called. Peter tried to ignore it but KAREN answered it anyway. "Mr Parker... why are you not in bed at... 4 AM? Don't you need to get up in like... 3 hours?" Peter sighed as he sat down, feeling some of the painkillers kick in from earlier. "Um... I was doing homework. Putting the mask on helps me focus." Peter tried. "Kid, I can just watch the footage. Wanna tell me the truth?" Peter was about to, but he heard some floorboards creak. "Um.. call you later Mr Stark!"
"Hey-!" Peter shut Karen down before pulling the mask off and climbing into bed, and wrapping himself in his duvet to try and hide his suit. May opened his bedroom door and paused in the doorway for a minuet or 2 and then closed it again. Peter sighed and got out of bed again, missing the warmth. He pressed the spider on his chest and the suit loosened and fell to the floor. Peter bent down to pick it up, but felt his abdomen flare up with pain. His vision went momentarily white. Peter stood up straight again. He pushed his foot under the fabric and kicked his leg up, throwing the suit into the air. He caught it and folded it, before stuffing it in the bottom of his school bag, and then pilling his school stuff on top. He then threw his bag under his bed. Peter then pulled on some PJ bottoms from the bottom of his bed and slipped under the covers, falling asleep near enough straight away.
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The next day, Peter's stomach looked like someone had let a toddler loose with black, blue and purple finger paints. Peter silently thanked Bruce Banner or creating some tablets designed to give his metabolism something to destroy while some proper pain killers, like Paracetamol or Tylenol, worked its way trough his system. Unfortunately, Peter only had 1 left. So, he took it and just hoped that it would do for the day at school. Peter took the train to school that day, because he just couldn't face walking. Wincing the whole way, Peter eventually found his way to homeroom. Luckily no-one was in his homeroom that would bother him. Then he looked at his timetable.
P1- GYM
P2- ENGLISH
P3- CHEM
P4- PRE CALC
P5- ADVANCED PHYSICS
P6- MATH
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In gym, normally, he did ok. But, today when he turned up in the gym the teacher called out that today was dodgeball. Peter had to let himself get hit, otherwise people would know about his "extra" sense.
Peter managed till about halfway through. Then, on his team it was Peter, Cindy, Nathan and YN. On the opposing team was Abe, Jason, Sally and Flash. Abe and Cindy were vs, Jason and YN were vs, Sally and Nathan were vs and Flash decided to pick on Peter.
Flash, being a sportsperson, naturally had a good shot. So, when he shot the ball, it very nearly hit Peter, but he dodged at the last second. The only people on the court left were Peter, Flash, YN and Nathan. Flash threw a ball at Nathan, who wasn't watching and hit him.
Yn kept lobbing balls at Flash, but he kept dodging. Eventually, Flash got Yn out. She sat on the bleachers, looking very sulky. Everyone was cheering either Flash or Peter. After Yn gasped at something, Peter was momentarily distracted. Flash threw the ball. It hit Peter right in the middle of his bruise-painting. Peter fell to the ground and his vision went white. He felt people grab his hands and pull him up and all he could do was mumble random shit and stay limp.
"-d he....-ng....-d?" (did he bang his head)
"-unno....-be?" (dunno. maybe)
Peter felt himself being walked away. His vision changed back to normal and he waited 3-count before trying to stand up. "I'm ok. I'm ok. I just hit my head when I fell." Ned and Yn let him go and he stumbled off to go and get changed.

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In English, Peter couldn't help some of the tears that fell from his eyes when he practically fell into his chair.
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~YN POV~
You kept an eye on Peter throughout English. There was no way a person who banged their head was that incoherent. He didn't hit his head that hard. Peter had progressively gotten paler since the day began. You noticed he kept gingerly putting a hand on his stomach all the time and was slightly hunched over. "Peter!" You hissed, grabbing his attention. "What?" He asked. "What's up with you?" You asked. Peter shook his head, "Nothing. Why?" You tilted your head forward slightly. "Ok, fine. I just banged my stomach and head in PE. It just hurts." You saw right through the lie. "Peter, don't give me BS." Peter sighed and the whole story came pouring out. You went up to your English teacher and explained a BS lie. "Peter is poorly, and was violently unwell at break. Can I walk him to the nurse, I'm concerned." Your teacher let you go, and giving you a lesson pass. You picked up Peter's bag and made him come with you. "I'm gonna help."
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When you got back to Peter's room, and he lifted his shirt, you nearly gagged. It was a mess of purple and black and blue. You made him lie down, to which he replied, "I was hoping it would be more romantic than this," and got some cream. You then smeared the cream over his abdomen, ignoring the winces. You admired his 6-pack. Peter caught you staring and smirked. "Like what you see?" You rolled your eyes and packed the cream away. Then, you crouched in-front of the movie collection. You picked out a Star-Wars dvd and cuddled up to Peter.

When May got home, she found you and Peter asleep in his bed, with Star-Wars playing. She snapped a photo, giggling, and promised herself that she would show it at your wedding.