Everyday life at Midtown High School

"God, Harry must really want to kill me!"

Pooh thought desperately while frantically pulling up his pants.

Fortunately, the young master of the Osborne family obviously didn't intend to make himself a murderer.

Even if he was really furious, he just made a 'cold war' decision rationally.

Peter Parker was at a loss. He really couldn't figure out why his two friends fell out completely after a party.

In this regard, Harry remained sullen and did not say a word.

"Pooh was drunk last night, did he offend you?"

In the cafeteria, Peter couldn't help but ask speculatively while picking up food from a plate.

Because he really couldn't stand it anymore.

You know, Pooh and Harry were his only good friends at school, but now, these two people were arguing very stiffly, and it was really awkward for him to be caught in the middle.

"No, he didn't offend me." Harry pursed his lips.

"Then you..." Peter was even more surprised.

"Sorry, Peter, I don't want to mention this matter yet, the main reason is that my mind is a bit messed up, and I can't understand some things."

Although the emotions were still a bit off, Harry didn't want to take the anger out on another friend at all, so he simply replied, "We'll discuss it later when I figure it out, ok?"

"Okay." Peter, who was shy and introverted by nature, pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and didn't know what to say other than agreeing.

Every time at this time, he was extremely annoyed, why he didn't have a mouth that was dexterous enough to make things go better.

At the same time, Pooh was also upset.

He is a very beautiful boy with a slender frame and looks a little thin, but he is not the nerdy otaku style like Peter, but the small and delicate one, with a good body proportion, but he is a whole smaller than others model.The most frightening thing is that he still has a sweet-looking face, with rosy cheeks, big brown eyes, innocent eyes, and neat white teeth when he smiles. , could easily be mistaken for a girl in men's clothing.

However, he doesn't look very good now, with a haggard face, and directly rubbed his hair into a bird's nest with his hands.

"I probably pissed off Harry!"

He lay down on the table with a sad face, and said to Gwen Stacy in frustration: "Harry must hate me to death."

The goddess of the entire Midtown High School, Gwen Stacy, a good girl with soft blond hair and excellent academic performance, was originally lowering her head to organize the paper seriously, but she couldn't help but raise her head after hearing his words.

She looked at him very helplessly, and sincerely suggested: "If you do something wrong, apologize, what's the use of you just lamenting here? Besides, you haven't told me until now, what did you do? How can I help you with an idea?"

Pooh blushed suddenly.

He was already fair-skinned, but now his cheeks were flushed, and he looked like a shy and beautiful girl.

Gwen looked at him speechlessly: "Hey, don't be shy, at least say something first."

"This... It's really hard to say. In short, it's my fault. I'm really sorry for doing some inappropriate things. I..."

"Okay!" Gwen stood up, tidied up the books, and put them aside.

Then, she bent slightly, looked into Pooh's eyes seriously, and said, "Listen, Pooh! You have to save these words to Harry, and since you've said it all, it's all your fault! So, Regardless of whether he chooses to forgive you or not, first of all, you have to apologize first, right?"

"Uh...yeah, yeah, you're right." Pooh nodded foolishly.

Gwen smiled softly, stretched out her hand to hold Pooh's frustrated face, and kissed him on the forehead encouragingly: "Honey, come on!"

"Gwen!" Pooh was moved to tears, and the courage seemed to return to his body all of a sudden.

Then, he also stood up, with a look of death on his face: "Okay, I'll go and apologize!"

"goodboy." Gwen smiled happily.

So, when Peter and Harry were about to finish their lunch in the cafeteria, Pooh suddenly bumped in from the outside, and ran up to Harry eagerly...

"Hi, Pooh!"

Caught in the middle of a dispute between two friends, Peter thought to himself that there should be more reconciliation.So, in such an awkward atmosphere, he was naturally the first to say hello: "Are you okay?"

"Thanks, Peter, I'm fine."

After Pooh responded casually, he immediately turned to Harry and asked softly, "Hey, Harry, let's find a place and talk, shall we?"

"Sorry, I don't want to talk about it right now," Harry replied deadpan.

He started to quickly pack up the dinner plate, planning to leave.

But Pooh, who was encouraged by Gwen, obviously didn't intend to end like this.

Courage is limited, you must hurry up!

He said eagerly, "No, Harry, we have to talk about the party at your house last night. I've been trying to explain it to you..."

"No, no, you don't need to explain."

"I have to explain."

"I do not want to hear."

"But I have to apologize to you, Harry."

"No need. Pooh, get out of my way!" Harry said angrily, holding the dinner plate.

"No, you should apologize for doing something wrong!" Pooh insisted.

"Harry, since Pooh wants to apologize, just listen to it." Peter said kindly.

"But I really don't want to hear it!" Harry was almost depressed.

"Harry, please!" Pooh cried pleadingly.

At this time, he looked like a little puppy who had been kicked severely, innocent, wronged and pitiful.

But Harry's mind was in a mess.

Although he was actually not as angry as he appeared, what happened that night was really embarrassing. He didn't want to discuss this issue at all until he figured it out.Therefore, he still decided that it would be better to avoid Pooh for the time being.

However, in Pooh's eyes, the way he held the dinner plate with a blank expression on his face, turned around and left without hesitation, looked too cold.

All the body language and facial expressions seem to convey something like 'I'm breaking up with you'.

Pooh was terrified.

He doesn't want to lose his best friend.

"Harry, I apologize, and I apologize now, right now!"

Looking at Harry's back as he walked away, Pooh shouted suddenly.

Harry turned his head in surprise, and subconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to cover Pooh's mouth.

But he was too eager to leave just now, so he had already walked a certain distance, and there was really no way to rush back at this time to stop that idiot.

He had no choice but to shout: "Shutup, Pooh!"

"I shouldn't be masturbating on your bed!" But Pooh closed his eyes and yelled out too.

Peter, who was standing next to him, was completely dumbfounded.

"Damn it, they told you to shut up!" Harry smashed the dinner plate angrily.

"Wow!"

The students in the entire cafeteria, and of course some of the teachers were all stunned.

"I did it because... because you have a poster of Captain America on your bedroom wall, a really cool one!"

Pooh tried to explain, but Harry said 'wtf! ! ! ’, is enough to prove how good this idiot is at painting black and white.

Everyone in the cafeteria started laughing.

It was very quiet at first, but there were too many people laughing, and it gradually turned into a roar of laughter.

Pooh didn't even dare to lift his head, and was still trying to confess, looking very cute: "You know, I'm gay. So, I really like the captain, just like you like the goddess Scarlett Johansson! Seeing the male God, I was impulsive by accident. But I shouldn't be in your house, I'm sorry! I really didn't mean it, but I got drunk last night, and I was more impulsive in the morning, and I lost my head for a while...I'm so sorry, You kindly invited me to the party, but I did such a hooligan thing, and I was bumped into by you, I'm really sorry, I'm sorry..."

Poor Peter's eyes and mouth were wide open, and his three views were broken.

Young Master Osborne raised his head in despair, covered his face with his hands, and showed a loveless expression.

Everyone was laughing, laughing unscrupulously, leaning forward and backward, heartily.

A few students who laughed so much hugged their stomachs that they almost burst into tears.

Pooh blushed and couldn't lift his head from embarrassment at all.

He was about to cry, and he wanted to shrink back. His already thin body looked even more pitiful, and he asked weakly, "Can you forgive me, Harry?"

'forgive?I tm split your heart! 'Harry only felt that the veins on his forehead were about to bulge.

But Pooh is so pitiful now, he seriously suspects that if he says he won't forgive, this idiot might break down and cry right away...

He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. After a long time, he managed to utter a few words: "Forgive me."

Pooh immediately raised his head, and that beautiful but crying face immediately revealed a look of surprise: "You forgive me? Harry, you are so kind!"

Harry barely gave him a half-smile, and couldn't help muttering to himself: 'No, I'm not fine at all! '

Before he met the idiot Vinevich, he never thought that he would encounter such a shameful thing...

But there is no way, who has not made a few stupid friends by mistake at a young and ignorant age?

He rolled a particularly desperate look at the ceiling.

It's barely over.

However, the self-study class in the afternoon.

Pooh bit the tip of his pen and racked his brains to do exercises.

Peter, his temporary tablemate, suddenly teased casually in a low voice: "Congratulations, the first day of school, you are famous, Pooh."

"What?" Pooh asked blankly.

"Captain America!" Peter reminded tactfully.

"Yeah, what's so weird about that? The idol of all American teens is Captain America!" Pooh argued.

"But there aren't many teenagers in America masturbating to Captain America!" Peter replied.

"Fuck! What the hell are rumors spreading outside!!?? What the hell happened to masturbation tmd! Is there something wrong?"

In fact, Pooh, who had already been ridiculed by everyone in turn, immediately started thinking about it from embarrassment.

"Keep your voice down, Pooh," Peter tried to remind.

"...Shouldn't a 16-year-old, full-blooded boy masturbate? Unless he has a physical defect, I'm gay, not impotent!"

"Please, be soft, Pooh."

"... I'm free to take a flight, isn't this a normal thing? On the contrary, if I don't take a flight, it's not normal!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, the more his tone rose involuntarily, and he asked aggressively: "Why do you discriminate against masturbation? Don't you do it? Doesn't Harry himself do it? Doesn't Captain America do it? "

"Shutup, Pooh! You're too loud!"

This time it was Peter's turn to look hopeless.

The classroom had long been silent, and everyone turned their heads to look at them silently.

Then, a burst of unscrupulous laughter broke out.

Amidst the laughter, Peter put his hands on his head feebly, wishing he could punch a hole and get in.

Pooh froze there, his mouth pouted, his eye circles were red and red, he just wanted to cry out of aggrieved: "Mom, life is too cruel to me!"