Behind the mask [Discontinued]

Chapter 2

Music blasts out through the quiet streets of Queens as a young boy makes his way down the road, hands in his pockets as he bounces with his steps. A dark blue jacket hangs loosely around his shoulders, his white earphones dangling around his neck and leading down to his phone which is hidden in his left pocket. A large blue and white backpack sits on his shoulders as his feet carry him down the steps leading to his school, the incoming bustle of chatter drowned out by his music when he places his earphones in his ears once again. 'The Underdog' is drowned out by the sound of an echoing car horn as Peter Parker steps out into the street, his eyes fixed on his feet. As soon as he looks up, Peter's eyes great a nearing silver car as he rushes forwards, barely dodging the silver bumper.

"Sup pathetic Parker?" shouts a voice from within the car as Peter turns around only to be greeted by the unwelcoming face of Flash Thompson. Gel sticks his hair back, only a single strand escaping it place and flapping against his tanned face. Good to see that nickname was catching. Sighing loudly and pulling his bag tighter around his body, Peter begins heading towards the doors of Midtown Science and Technology, walking straight past the out-of-place truck that starts pulling into the school gates.

Rust falls from the orange truck as it comes to a halt in a narrow parking space, the breaks squeaking to a halt and deafening anyone around. Inside it sits a girl with dark hair, her dark eyes staring out at the car park full of students. Taking a deep breath, Kahira glances at herself in the car mirror before grabbing the keys from in the ignition and her bag from the passenger seat. As she pushes the door open, all eyes turn to her. Great. She hasn't even made it inside yet and she's already the center of attention.

"Nice ride loser." A student shouts from on top of his car bonnet. A girl is attached to his hip, her blonde hair spilling down her back until it reaches the mini skirt that barely covers her legs. Her pale blue eyes pierce Kahira's darker ones as she shuffles last then, avoiding any eye contact that people try to make whilst she hugs her bag tightly to her side.

Once she's finally managed to make it inside, Kahira makes her way to the front reception where she finds a polite old woman sitting behind the desk. When she asks Kahira how she can help her, Kahira soon finds her shoulder relaxing slightly as she lets go of the bag at her side and asks the old woman for her timetable with a smile.

As soon as the woman hands it to her, Kahira heads off towards her first class, squinting to reveal the small print upon the paper. Did it say maths? Or was she reading it wrong?

Before she was able to read the paper again, a hand clapped on her shoulder as a boy appeared at her side. "You're Kahira, the new girl?" The boy had a warm smile, his dark hair falling into his even darker eyes. A backpack hung over his shoulders, the blue straps dug into his grey hoodie which was layered under a khaki green jacket. "Hi I'm Eric," he announces, his cheery tone slightly intimidating to Kahira who continues to walk down the hall desire Eric's firm grasp on her shoulder. Is this how teenagers greet each other? Slapping each other so hard that they end up covered in bruised within a week of knowing each other? "I'm the eyes and ears of this place. Anything you need? Tour guide? Lunch date? Shoulder to cry on?"