Holding on by a thread | Peter Parkerl

~three~

I chose to sit alone during this free study, in the massive library at a one seater wooden desk that faced directly to the wall. I glanced around myself in attempt to familiarise it all, seeing the book shelves stacked with hundreds of books, intriguing me as i knew there must be good books in there that i NEEDED to read.

I decided to get up from the chair and walkover to the main section of the room. I slowly paced up one of the aisles, stepping over a student who decided to sit by the books. I searched through them in alphabetical and found a book in the S section, 'Spiderman theories; who is he? why is he like this?', i took it out and began to read the blurb at the back before bringing it back to my seat. Touching each page with the top of my finger, i quickly looked through it so i could excite myself for when i go home, placing it into my bag when i was done.

I resumed sketching in my notebook, i kept drawing what tended to come to mind first and it was always Spiderman.

God it's like i have an obsession...but i guess every person does in New York, he's a hero. He literally has a mural in the hallway of this school.

I turned to look around myself again and stopped to watch Peter sitting at his big circle table with a friend of his. The friend also had brown hair that sat in a middle parting, he wasn't lean like Peter, he was bigger and seemed shorter. Though he seemed to have the sweetest smile when he spoke to Peter. He wore a pink button up shirt with a navy jacket on top, he seemed to be speaking very fast and enthusiastically to Peter, and Peter seemed calm, casually flicking through a chemistry textbook nodding from time to time. Peter answered the questions in a focused expression, his thick eyebrows frowning in focus, he must've been having a deep discussion with how much concentration he seemed to be putting in.

However, then his friend began to make Spiderman shooting web notions, this was unusual because i had built up in my head they were chatting about something serious. Whilst squinting at his friend, we locked eyes. My heart dropped.

I shot my head back around and stared at my desk of drawing of Spiderman swinging and dropping from a web. When i tried to turn slowly, i noticed the friend look at me and back at Peter who was still reading, he then whispered something close into his ear which made Peter look up at me and turn to the guy and give him an annoyed look.

Wow Zoe real smooth.

I forced myself to focus on my drawings as i got carried away and began to draw Spiderman saving me and bringing me around the city with his web shooters. A girl could dream.

DINGDINGDINGDING!

The bell rang. I stood up, forgetting i have no clue where i'm going next. I steadily made my way over to Peter's table, clutching my bag on one shoulder. Peter watched me intensely as i approached.

'Ned..' AH so the friends Ned. 'This is Zoe, she's new here from Brooklyn and i'm showing her around today, remember? i told you...i was doing the thing...for the school'

'Ned' just stared at me with his mouth open, twitching at times as if he had just forgotten what to say. Peter nudged him in the ribs to make him stop.

'HEY!...yeah, sorry Zoe, Peter's been telling me about you, I'm Ned'

My eyes widened and looked at Peter, i kept a straight face as i saw his went bright red and exclaimed at Ned.

'DUDE!'

Maybe he did experience the same feeling as me this morning, maybe that's what he's telling Ned...

Ned snorted and kept packing his books away. Peter stumbled with his words and looked me in the eyes again.

'Em.. i-i i had just been telling Ned about our experience with Ms Waters today.'