You did as you where told and sat on the bed. You both landed on the balcony of a town house and and she brought you inside. "(Y/n)(L/n)?-" You mumbled in response-"well c'mon, lets get you patched up." Before you knew it you where being whisked away and off to what you assumed to the hospital. She pretended to see who you are but she already knew. She jumped off the wall and picked up your wallet. no need to worry about me, no one else ever has." You mumbled the last part but she heard it anyways. But knows not the time to be getting lovestruck. you okay?" Her voice was soft and soothing. But all you heard was a whizzing sound and you wallet hitting the floor. You expected a gunshot and then blackness. He took you wallet and pointed his gun at you. "Wrong answer!" The guy hit you upside the head and kicked you repeatedly. "What do you mean 'you people'? You rascist or something?" "Hey man, I'm not afraid to kill you, j-just give me your money!"
You got up and continued down the streets when some gang banger grabbed you and held a gun up to you You where bleeding a bit and had some nasty bruises and scraps but nothing that you can't handle. "AThey cracked you (Phone of choice) and torn you black T-shirt and jeans. But again you where trying to avoid Flash today.
Some guys roughed you up a bit in the bathroom, some dude stole your lunch and whatshisname took your homework. You still see them but you haven't really been hanging out much lately. Your best friends- only fiends- being Jake Stewart (Me!) since like kindergarten and Petra Parker since Fourth grade. You don't even know why he- or anyone- picks on you. You where walking down the streets of New York after school, Flash Thompson was being a dick again, so you tried to avoid him as much as possible.