' ' ( flash thompson. ) ' '

            Flash looks up to see the girl from his place as he sits outside             by himself on the old paint chipped bleachers. ” Hey Gwen. “            He manages to give her a small smile and a nod. ” Yeah , I’m            okay. ” He lies and shifts in his seat. ” What are you doing out            here? I thought you sat with Parker at lunch. “

"Thanks Gene." She grinned and messed his hair. "And alright, but if you need anything, at all, don’t heisitate to tell me, or text me, and if you need more help, dad can do the dirty job." She pecked his cheek. "So, how’s going on in the dating world? We do know you’re a chick magnet, bae." Gwen said to try to cheer him up, making someone laugh was one of her best features.

              Flash couldn't help but get a small smile on his face as the girl pecked his cheek. " Thanks blondey. I'll make sure to do that." That next question makes Eugene laugh softly and shake his head. " Bae? Really? " He raises an eyebrow but licks his lips and shrugs. " Haven't really bothered with dating honestly. Too busy with basketball. " Flash purses his lips. " What about you? "

"Could you come with me later, after school? Well, if you’re free that is." she asked, a sweet smile on her lips before she took out her notebook, flipping through some pages before she showed Flash some sketches she made of Spiderman. "I don’t usually show people what’s inside my notebook, but I was thinking of making some t-shirt to sell too."

        " Yeah -- I can come. I don't have basketball practice until tomorrow." Flash said giving her a small smile. He watches as she opens her sketchbook though and once the pictures are up for him to see he looks over them and his smile widens. " These -- These are actually really good. You should totally make these into shirts. " He points to one in specific. " Especially that one. That one is awesome."

"… Are you going to fucking help or what?" Okay, maybe not exactly how he had planned to ask.

        Flash merely hums in response to Harry. " Course I am. Whole basketball team is going. " He says as if that's a obvious fact. A small smirk plays on his lips though. " Nice to know my presence will keep you away. " He's mocking him yet again. Using his finger to smudge some of the pencil markings in order to make a shadow , Flash lets those few moments pass easily. It's not like he should care anyway. Harry didn't want help so that's what he'll get. His eyes snap up at Harry's question though and he can't stop the smile on his lips. It's a small success to him. " You've been doing just fine without me so I didn't think you'd want me to help. " Flash muses , hopping down from the counter and setting his notebook on the black counter near Harry only to lean on it with his elbow. " Or do you actually need me to help you this time? " As soon as Harry admits he needs him , Flash will help. Until then , he's just going to tease.

…. But it would be so much easier with a partner who gave a shit.

Flash doesn't look up until the hears the sigh. Even then he finishes up shading part of the masked man on his page before he pulls his pencil away from the paper and his eyes flicker up as his head slowly comes up. A small smirk comes on his face. Harry knows he can't do this himself. He knows.                         Flash is still going to have his bit of fun though.  " You know , sitting there and sighing is really slowing you down. " His words mock him easily as he tilts his head to the side just slightly. " But that's none of my business. " He concludes as he drops his head once more and continues to add detail.  " You going to the party tonight? Or you too good to be seen there, Princess? " Flash makes small conversation just to prove he's got no interest in helping him with their lab. 

With a frustrated grunt, Harry also took his leave out of the classroom.

It's been about three weeks since Harry and Flash were paired up with one another as lab partners. Quite frankly , it was a surprise that they haven't murdered or fought one another yet. Especially with Flash teasing him everyday just to see how far he could last before Harry snapped. Greeting him every morning with a ' hey princess ' as well as a wink had just become a part of his schedule.  Thankfully it was Friday , and he was once again in his favorite class where he could sit back and let his partner do all the work. They had a lab today , and as Harry requested , Flash would not be slowing him down. That's because he was just going to sit back and do absolutely nothing.  Infact , by the time Harry came in , Flash made himself busy doodling Spider-Man in his notebook as he sat on the counter of their work station. This was clearly a two person lab , seeing as someone needed to mix and pour while the other poured another thing at the same time. He'll let Harry figure that out by himself though. Then maybe after making Harry suck up his pride and having to ask for help , he might actually do so.

NEVER | NOT REALLY | MAYBE | NOT BAD | MMMMM | HELL YES | TAKE ME NOW | THERE GO MY PANTS

My god look at those doe eyes…

            Flash looks up to see the girl from his place as he sits outside             by himself on the old paint chipped bleachers. ” Hey Gwen. “            He manages to give her a small smile and a nod. ” Yeah , I’m            okay. ” He lies and shifts in his seat. ” What are you doing out            here? I thought you sat with Parker at lunch. “

          " I barely see him around here anymore. Seems like he's busy             alot lately. " Flash comments  but let's  Gwen sit  next  to him ,             leaning forward to lean on his legs. Giving the other blonde a             sheepish smile , he shrugs. " It's not really anything. Just me             over reacting with some...   family issues. " That's one way to             explain it. He bumps  his shoulder to  hers  lightly. " I'll be fine.             Don't worry about it. " He  reassures  before he  licks  his  lips             and gives her a smile.     " You look nice today , by the way. " 

             ❝ Congrats on already getting up there in the list of my top dates. ❞

    ❝ I think you'll be surprised with what I          have up my sleeve ,   Miss Watson. ❞                      They just made the date a few minutes ago , but Flash                      already  has  what  he's  going  to  do  for  her  in  mind.                      Honestly , he's thought  about  what  he'd do for a date                      with M.J. before , so  coming up with  something wasn't                      too hard. It wasn't a difficult thing to put together , but its                      the thought behind it that makes it so...       ROMANTIC. 

"Like I said earlier— Do not slow me down, Thompson."

Flash didn't even blink as the teacher spoke. He instead kept his eyes on Harry as if asking if there was a problem in a mocking yet smug way. There clearly was , but the teacher didn't need to know that. As the bell signaled , Flash loosened his grip upon realizing it was so tight , and let Harry swipe his hand back. Flash took his book in hand as he too stood , grabbing the bag slung over the back of his chair. His eyes never left Harry as he did so when he looked to him and spoke up , the basketball player could only snort as he made his way over. " Right , already made note of it , Princess. Don't worry. I'll let you do your thing. " As he passes Harry , he makes note to bump shoulders with him before he glances over his shoulder. " See ya later , Partner. " A smug grin makes way to his lips as he looks ahead again and exits the room. It would be a miracle if one of them didn't end up killing the other by next week , let alone the whole semester. Needless to say , this was going to be interesting.

"Do not t o u c h me again.”

Flash winces as Harry grips his wrist, moving to go and pull away but stops when he realizes it isn't his father. His sleeve covers it , but he already has a bruise there from his dad trying to keep him from running as he screamed in his face telling him how worthless he was. Flash does something he wouldn't with his father and twists his hand so he's gripping Harry's wrist right back.  " If you want see how tough I am , I'll show you. I can promise it's tougher than you'll ever be. But don't tell me what the fuck to do , Osborn. You can get away with your snobby rich kid bullshit with whoever else , but I'm not phased , and I'm sure as hell not going to bust my ass trying to be your friend hoping I can get a few bucks off you like others do. " Flash doesn't even realize he's digging his nails into Harry as he rants to him. He doesn't mean to do that -- he really doesn't -- but in the back of his mind he's thinking of his father and it's... it's making him even more angry. Once again the anger he has toward his  father is being taken out on someone else. 

"As opposed to you’re method of choice? Don’t let me hold you up from bullying some poor kid into surrender quarters for your bus fare.”

Flash clenches his jaw in annoyance at this. He hates whenever someone picks at his money issues. No one ever knew the real situation behind that. It's not like that was his fault. His dad was only nice enough to give money on some days and even then he had to make that last for food. The money laying in the shoe box within his closet wasn't to be touched. No , he was almost eighteen now and he knew his father would throw him out the day he was out of school. He wasn't stupid. He could risk to pick every now and then when he first started high  school but now? He couldn't. Besides , every cent in that box had been earned respectfully. Wether it had been shoveling for a few old ladies in the winter or some job in the summer , he had earned it.  So , when he actually makes a move and grabs Harry's jacket with a threatening look in his eye , Flash isn't just picking at the other anymore. Harry has officially joined the shit-list in his head. He clearly has no fear of being caught by the teacher.               (The old hag is blind as a bat and everyone knows it.) " Watch yourself , Osborn. Atleast I can do something by myself. If you think what you've seen is bad -- keep pushing me. I dare you. I won't hesitate to kick your ass just because you think your hot shit. "