Bitten

Chapter 7

Harry was a close friend to me when I was around six or seven. We did a lot together here at Oscorp because both of our fathers worked together on genetic stuff that we never understood at that age. I was devastated when he had to leave to go to boarding school. He was the only actual friend I'd every really had besides Gwen and, well, she was my girlfriend so it was much different. He left when we were eleven and I haven't saw him since.

I wonder what he's doing now. I've seen his pictures in magazines, but we haven't been in touch in years. I'm not sure why, but there's a feeling urging me to go find Harry and see how he's doing. It would be much better than sitting here, taking a chance that I might run into-

My thoughts are brought to a halt when a hand reaches down to tap on my shoulder and a familiar voice is heard along with familiar blonde bangs hanging straight across her forehead. She says something but I'm either in shock that she came up to me or just too busy taking in how beautiful she looks right now to comprehend what she's saying.

"Did you not hear me? What are you doing here?" Gwen asks, clearly confused as to why I'm here because I have no reason to be. What am I supposed to tell her? 'Oh hey, don't mind me, I just came here to stalk you and make sure there's no guys hitting on you. Don't worry!'?

"I.. uhm, well, I thought maybe Harry was here and I thought about eating before looking around this science museum for him," I lie. "Do you remember the first time we met, well second time, when I came here and ironically landed in your group? That was the same day I got bit."

I smile and look into her electric green eyes, searching for what she's thinking, feeling. She looks genuinely adorable in her tourist lab coat, as always. I kind of like that she works here because of the science, which she and I both love.

"You knew Harry? You never told me about him," she asks, avoiding my mention of the memory. She pulls out a chair from the table and sits next to me.

"We went to school together. Do you know if he may be here, or is he at his mansion?"

"I don't know where he is. I've never even met him before."

"Well, I've taken up enough of your time. I'll get out of your hair now," I smile and this time she returns one. I ask myself if I should attempt to hug her around her waist just to see if she would try to pull away, but I decide against it. She's always been embarrassed of public affection, so I try my hardest not to make her feel any more uncomfortable than she already does right now.

I get up from the table and we exchange goodbyes. It takes me about ten minutes, but I finally find my way out. When I get in my car, I turn the radio up to its highest to attempt to flood my thoughts. It doesn't work though, it only takes them and cuts them deeper. Yay.