❝  Now, I live in Manhattan with my dad since he is such a pain in the ass. ❞

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'JOCKS, WHINY BITCHES, TECHNO FREAKS, WEIRDOS; I'M IN HIGHSCHOOL.'

To be damn honest, I don't like people. I hate socializing and 'getting along' with the crowd. And no, I'm not gonna say that books are my friends that's literally the epitome of why I think One Direction Fanfictions sucks ass.

I just have a great dislike for any breathing thing. Except for Captain America and Thor.

"God, this is scary," I muttered, adjusting my special graded glasses that Stark created that have access to my personal, artificial tactical intelligence system, Maria.

I didn't tell him that I did some research to update this gadget. Just a few rocks and sticks, and some burrowing from the database of officials, I have access to everyone's information.

"You seem to be in distressed Ms. Stark. Would you like me to call Mr. Tony Stark?"

"W-What? No! Don't call dad!" I sputtered recoiling with my own voice slightly tumbling from a step I took after panicking a bit when she dialed Tony.

Suddenly from the lockers, I heard a group of girls that has their outfits screaming 'we make fun of quiet boys and treat them like our pet' chuckling.

I watched Mean Girls I know what these people are capable of.

One of them suddenly approaches me that is soon followed by the side chicks beside her. "Hey girlie, you must be new. Loving your outfit by the way." She complimented, smiling too sweetly to be true. She was pretty, but she has that kind of vibe that I already don't like.

But with help from Maria, she could recognize every face in the school and will present it to me automatically in the glasses that only the bearer or the one who wears it can have.

"Laurence MacMillan, 16; Arrested by the New York Police Department - 1st Precint for reckless driving." Maria reads the screen I saw through the lenses as soon as she appears to my view.

'Oh, wow, she got arrested at 16, '

As I continue to examine the girl's face, which is the cause of the awkward silence that suddenly filled our area, I spoke.

"Thanks, it's from the 80s." I replied, trying to sound flattered with her impassive comments.

"Oh my god, vintage? That's so pretty..!"

"So uh, what's your name?" The other one asks who was wearing the shortest skirts I have ever seen.

"Christy Grimaldi, 15; No records from the police department," Maria informs me as I adjusted my bangs to study her tanned features.

"(Y/N) Sta—I mean uh..." My heart's pace increases as my sweat drops, looking around for any ideas. I forgot to ask dad about my name. My eyes landed on the big mole she got just beside her lips.

"Mole..." I whispered, completely out of context.

"What?"

"Moe! My name is Moe haha!" I laughed fakely, trying to aid my mistake. They all laughed along with me as finally began to introduce themselves. Then it hit me, my name was supposed to be 'Camille Robinsons', I got nervous.

'Ugh, God. When can I leave?'

After blinking a few times, a certain brown-haired boy appears to my sight, strolling the hallways after just entering the school and passing next to me.

'TARGET FOUND.'

I was completely uninterested in the girls in front of me as I just shoved myself in the little distance they have for each other. "Hey! Rude!" One of them whines, but I didn't care.

As the bell rings, I saw him enter class. I picked out my schedule from one of my backpack pockets. Dad made sure that we had most of our classes the same.

"Chemistry. Alright." I took a deep breath before entering the laboratory. I may seem to be the kind of person to not give a damn about people, but this is making me anxious. It wasn't the people, it was the atmosphere I just have with them on the campus.

"Alright, class! Sit with your partners today we are going to discuss the combustion of different types of alcohol—Ah yes, I almost forgot of the new exchange student joining us today! Come along, dear."

I tried my best to look confident with my posture as I walked in the middle of the class, gripping tightly on to my bag's straps. "My name is uhm... Camille Robinsons, and I'm from (Country/State/Name). Now, I live in Manhattan with my dad since he is such a pain in the ass."

"Oh—Erm—Thank you, Ms. Robinsons, you may now take your seat beside that boy in the back." She informs me pointing to the only male who was at the back who was just wearing his lab clothes.

'Bingo'

The boy looked from behind him, which is odd because he was in the last row.

"I was referring to you, Mr. Parker, there's nobody else behind you."

The whole class laughs as the silly boy smiles sheepishly in embarrassment. "O-Oh! Sorry, Mrs. Brown."

'Oh, wow, he's kinda cute—But an idiot.'

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"And there class is how you make the alcohol combust." Mrs. Brown proudly announces as the whole class claps from her presentation of an astounding yet simple experiment of  a 'whoosh bottle.' "Now I want all of you to all focus and do it yourselves instructions are supposed to be memorized since yesterday. The first pair to finish gets extra points on tomorrow's quiz!"

"H-Hi..." Peter shrieks out nervously, giving off a slightly awkward wave with his hand that was resting behind his neck.

'Is this really Spider-Man? How come he's such a... Cinnamon roll?'

"My name's Peter Parker, but you can call me Parker—I-I mean pretty—I mean Peter! S-Sorry, I'm not good with introductions." He stuttered, still sounding distressed as he lets out a hand for me to shake.

'Okay, so I've watched 'How to be charming without trying' on youtube. I can do this.'

"Well, one thing I can say is that your good at avoiding eye contact... Camille Robinsons." I grinned, chuckling at his actions. I think it will be easy to get along with this boy.

"So uhm, where do we start?—O-Oh sorry." The brown-haired boy suddenly gasps as I inched closer as the result of our shoulders touching. Man, this dude is jumpy.

"Peter. I'm new, remember? I wasn't here yesterday." I giggled, raising a brow at him. "Yeah, of course. I'm such an idiot haha..."

'Shoot, it's getting quiet I need more information'

"So uhm—Peter, what's your next class?" I initiated forcing myself to be talkative even though I wasn't. I prefer to talk to myself.

"Oh, I have Calculus."

'Clever and cute boy, I see.'

"Well, Ned is supposed to be here with me, as my partner, he's my best friend but he got a bit of a headache so he stayed at home... So, where were you from again?"

"Me? I'm from (Country/State/Name)."

"That's nice. Still have the dialect?"

I nodded.

"That's so cool. I recently attended Spanish class... Puñeta! Someone told me it means 'I love you'—I-I don't love you but I do like you, but not in that kind of way you know?"

'That's sweet of him but um... Who's gonna tell him?'

I let that slide and let him realize that the word doesn't mean 'I love you' at all. Yeah, I'm kinda evil. "Are we gonna do the project?" I asked ta-bit rudely.

"Yes, of course! S-So sorry for that." Peter cleared his throat and focuses himself on the table.

Before I could grab the 95% alcohol, he stopped me and pointed at the other one which is 70%. "Isn't it supposed to be 95?" I questioned, still grabbing the one he pointed at anyway.

"95 will burn faster and won't look as mesmerizing as the 70," Peter stated pouring down the liquid inside.

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"You ready?" Peter asked, handing me the safety goggles.

I wore it and prepared a foot size pole that has flames at the end. "Yep!" I said excitedly.

As the flame touched the edge of the bottle, the fire spreads with such grace that'll make you want to do it again and just watch in 4k.

"Mrs. Brown, we are done!" Peter calls out to the teacher happily, who already saw our presentation from a distance.

"Hey, Penis Parker. You haven't answered the activity yet."

'Flash Thompson. Studies in Midtown School Of Science and Technology.'

"Oh, don't worry about it Flash I've done it," I angled my chair back to face the guy from the other table. From his tone and poor sense of fashion, I knew he was a bully and very insecure.

Flash gulped, enthralled by me since I knew his name. "Mrs. Brown! Flash is harassing our project." I yelled which caught the teacher's attention almost immediately since I was the new student.

"Are you bothering Mr. Peter Parker again, Mr. Flash?"

"What?! No, I wasn't!" He replied back to the teacher.

Once he was distracted again, I positioned my hand into a gun. My fingertips shifted into a muzzle and shot an energy bullet that hit his bottle that spilled the liquid all over his table.

"You know, ugh... Instead of watching us, why don't you watch yours." I stated with a mischievous grin. He turned to his table and finds the alcohol splashed on the table which causes a fury mess of—

"FIRE!!" He shrieked, running away and quickly grabbing the extinguisher in such a hilarious way.

It went quiet. And he did too. Only his breathing echoed through the class, and everyone was caught off guard with his reaction.

Then the whole class laughed and basically was in chaos.

None of the things were flammable in the lab. As soon as it passes alcohol, it would just die. But his fight-or-flight hormones probably kicked in.

I glance at Parker who seems to be also enjoying this small time of watching our disturbed be disturbed.

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"Alright, since you guys are the first, you will have additional points for your quiz tomorrow." Mrs. Brown justified while we were standing before her desk. "And as for you Ms. Robinsons, since you are new, you could do the quiz in another ti—"

"Oh, it's fine. I can manage." I grinned.

She and Peter looked at me, surprise. "Are you sure, dear? You can join after classes in dismissal time you know?"

"It's okay. I think I'll be able to handle it."

"Smart girl." She applauded looking at Parker as if telling him that he should ask me out which will never happen of course.

'Tell that to Stark. Made me memorize the Periodic Table of Elements when I was 9 years old.'

"Hope you enjoy your stay here, Ms. Robinsons."

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Fun Fact: As soon as Peter got home, he texted Ned about the 'strange' girl she was paired up with while also praising her overall personality.

A/N: gOd school projects are giving me anxieties

QOTD: Who is your marvel crush? (besides peter parker/spiderman)

IT'S THOR. THOR