CHAPTER 12

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"Peter? Did you set me up or..." I asked him, slowly losing my patience.

"No, yes, no... no I didn't?!" Peter lied.

"You're a terrible liar!" I sighed as I tornado spin kicked some mutated robot that was creeping behind me. While fighting me back, this stupid robot slashed my skin right from my ear to my chin.

"Have you fought before?" Peter asked as he used his web-shooters to fight off some robots.

"My. Whole. Life." I answered. "But lemme ask you something, if you didn't set me up then why the hell did you bring your web-shooters!"

"Just in case?"

I rolled my eyes and rose from the ground. I've done this so many times. I fell. But this time Peter rushed to me.

"I'm fine!" I breathlessly told him. "Why did all those robots come here?"

"You'll see!" He said, "My plan's actually gonna work!"

At this point, I was so confused, "What?"

"Yep, my plan is working perfectly for me!"

"I get it, you'll be fine, you'll be ok.. but what about me?!" I asked him pointing to the bloody cut on my cheek.

"ooh!" he grimaced, "that looks bad!"

"You don't say!" I retorted.

Peter just sat there looking at me, "What?"

"Your skin is so beautiful in the sun, it's so... bronze, you know?"

"Thank you?!" I smiled, no one had ever really complimented my skin before.

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