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A/N ~ I forgot to mention what Alli is wearing so here's a picture because I suck at explaining what she's wearing. I also used Google translate for this chapter and the next so sorry if it's wrong.
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~ School ~
After my little 'scene' in the hallway with Peter and Tyler, I walked towards french class yet got stopped by a sound. Apparently I have super hearing because that sound is coming from halfway across the school.
"Stop It Flash!" The person yelled.
I knew that voice only met one person. Peter! I ran towards the sound.
"No running Miss. Rogers!" A teacher yelled.
I found Flash punching Peter. It angered me. He pushed Peter up against the lockers. I hid behind the wall and brought my hands up. A purple glow came from my fingers. I started to mess with Flash.
Peter slid down the locker with a bloody nose. I continued to mess with Flash. When he would go to punch Peter I used my magic and purple mist appeared around his hands. I made Flash punch himself in his face.
"Stop it!" He screamed.
I laughed.
"COME OUT!" He yelled, spotting me.
I came out from behind the wall, eyes glowing purple and purple mist coming out of my fingers.
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"She's a witch." He said, looking at me in fear.
"Leave him alone." I said, raising my hands with purple mist.
Flash looked at me in fear and fleaded the scene. I walked over to Peter and helped him up.
"Thanks." He said.
"Anytime." I said.
"What would I do without you?" He asked.
"Um your Spider-Man you've done things without me." I said.
"In that case. Would you go to Homecoming with me?"
I didn't know what to say. I was stunned. Half of me wanted to scream yes and the other half wanted me to act cool.
"Yes!" I said with joy.
I walked back to French class with Peter. I was word french because I speak 24 languages.
"Where have you two been?" Mrs. Elmber asked us.
"Um, I was helping Peter study French and we lost track of time." I gave a small smile.
Peter looked confused. I hid my hand behind my back and a little purple mist came out of my fingers. I went into Peter's mind and told him to smile. He smiled.
