"Power like yours comes from sacrifice, from pain, and such agony guarantees a scar. A stigmata that will forever brand the soul with darkness. That darkness will call to you no matter where you are. Do not answer."
Lost and abandoned by the only fa...
A WALL OF WINDOWS FLOODED THE CLASSROOM WITH SUNLIGHT. The warmth seldom thawed the ice in his veins. His legs were stiff. Numb as hip met the corner of a desk as he waded up a row parallel to Gwen. He sank into the desk beside her.
She cracked open her binder and skimmed a few pages back. She pulled them free and offered them to Spencer. "The notes for this unit."
Spencer took them. He thanked her with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. He shuffled them and read a few lines. He turned back to Gwen and puffed out a breath. "Does that happen often?"
He blinked and he saw the punch replay again. A grimace marred his face. Something clawed at the dark edges of his mind. He could only describe it as dread. He shuddered and opened his eyes.
Gwen sighed. There wasn't any confusion on what Spencer meant. "I would be a liar if I said no. I've never seen it get out of hand like that before. I swear." She vowed.
"And nobody does anything about it?" He scoffed. "Who is that kid?" He asked.
"Flash," She said. "Despite his actions today, he's not all bad; just... angry."
"Angry or cruel?" Spencer retorted. "But I think I know what you mean about Peter now." He said.
"Told ya'," Said Gwen through a smirk. "I hope you realize I'm right about everything by now." She added.
Spencer snorted. His eyes lifted as a figure darted into the room. His smile slowly fell as his jaw hit the desk. It's him!
His eyes widened. He turned with a gulp. His heart thrashed in his chest. Will he notice me? A rosy heat stung his cheeks. Should I say something? What would 'something' sound like?
The choice—or the delusion of one—was taken from him by a meddlesome Gwen. He saw her see him. His eyes widened and he shook his head vigorously. His anxiety skyrocketed as she turned around.
"I thought that was great, what you did." She said to Peter. "It was stupid, but it was great." She added. her eyes flicked between Peter and Spencer. "Right Spencer?"
Spencer felt like a deer caught in headlights when her hand landed on him. He shut his and exhaled a deep breath. It's over. He turned in his seat to look at them both.
Peter was deflated on the desktop. A stray leaf still poked from his hair. He rose as his eyes locked with Spencer's. They widened. "Spencer?" He gasped. A scarlet print stained his chin.
