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There was a giant red B- on his history test. Now, this wasn't the worst grade, but it was among his lowest. He knew it wasn't a huge deal. Honest, he did know! Peter could only stare at the note underneath the letter grade that said he needed to pay more attention. Well, okay, yes. He didn't like classes that weren't the sciences or math, but he didn't think he was bordering on a C. How was going to get into a great college with a full ride if he kept getting grades like this?
This had to be related to the fact he was blowing off homework to go skateboarding or do some other silly things with Noah. The other day he had built with an igloo with Dawn before taking part in a snowball fight, all instead of catching up reading and homework.
Aunt May would have told him he'd do better next time.
Ugh.
Peter started looking through the test. Half points, minus points, remarks. Great, just great. The only thing keeping him from that C was the fact he got the bonus question. "Damn it," he was kicking himself mentally. His spidey-sense went off and he quickly slapped the test upside down as he spun around on the couch to look up at Tony.
"Oh, hey, uh, how long- how long you been standing there? Just get home from work?" Smooth, real smooth. He was acting like he was hiding a big fat F on his test. "I was just about to, uh, go upstairs to my room. Have some studying, yeah, studying to do." What if he started to fail classes? God, what if Aunt May showed up and he was failing classes?
"Unless you need something? Like did you need something? I only have like an hour before I need to be at the discount mart to stock shelves. Which, by the way, is a pretty shitty job." He knew he was rambling and he couldn't seem to stop himself. Well, whatever. Tony was used to his word vomit. His fingers scrunched up the test slightly as he debated just shoving it back into his backpack.