❰𝟰.𝟭.𝟭❱ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ➣ {𝕡•𝕡} ❘ [ 𝖓𝖜𝖍 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 ]

🕷❘ Ⲧⲱⲉⲛⲧⲩ ❘ 𝖡𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖬𝗂𝖽𝗍𝗈𝗐𝗇

˚ ༘ ⌇ 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺 ༉‧₊

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"The crowd seems evenly divided between supporters of Spider-Man and protesters,"

Several media anchors and cameramen were assembled in the gateway of Midtown High, behind the mob of the public that had been chanting out their opinions about Peter.

"We're covering the first day of senior year for Midtown High's most famous student, Peter Parker! Go get 'em, Tiger!" Betty spoke into one of the cameras with a mic in her hand, "Or should I say Spider?"

"The crowd has continued to grow here all morning long at the Midtown School of Science," Another reporter spoke into the camera.

You walked beside Peter, avoiding the overlapping questions of the crowd as Ned and MJ trailed behind you two.

"Y/N, Y/N! we love you," a man yelled over at you, "Y/N, are you gonna have his spider-babies?"

Y/N gave him a sickening look, feeling Peter lace his fingers together with yours in silent consolation.

"Mysterio forever! Murderer!"

"Hey, you guys should kiss!" A man hollered at you both, holding his phone up to film.

"Back off!" Ned defended, noticing both of your uncomfortable expressions.

"Who are you?" A woman scoffed at him.

"I'm Ned Leeds. I'm Spider-Man's—"

"Peter Parker's best friend," Flash appeared at his side, speaking fluently, "You come at my boy? You come at Flash Thompson. If you wanna read about our inspiring friendship, you can now with my new book, Flashpoint," he held up the said book as Ned strode past him with a look of disbelief, "One spider, two hearts, a million crazy-ass memories. Check it out,"

Peter got scanned by the police, and then he was let in. A police officer shoved him up the stairs, "Go,"

But he wanted to wait for you, "No, I want to wait—"

"Go. Go. Go now!"

"I'll see you inside, okay?" he told you and received a nod of reply from you.

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But you weren't able to see Peter anywhere inside and in every corridor, you walked through, several students were clicking pictures of you, whispering between themselves.

Ned had gone to look for Peter while MJ stayed by your side and flipped off all the cameras that were focused on you.

In the middle of the day, you had finally received a text from Peter saying that he was on the rooftop of the school.

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Opening the hatch of the roof, you looked around for the familiar mess of brown locks. You shut the door, adjusting the strap of your backpack on your shoulder, "Peter?" you took a few steps forward, passing the pillar of the cupola.