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"THERE it is folks!" Jonah J. Jameson says. "Peter Parker, an 17 year old high school delinquent who..."
I don't even pay attention to what the guy's saying since there's so many things flooding through my mind right now. I look over at Jordyn and notice that there's a lot of people beginning to crowd around her since they just saw her swinging around with me.
"She knows him!"
"Are you Spider-Man's girlfriend?"
When I jump down from a lamppost, the whole crows gasps when they see me. I take some random guy's hand off of Jordyn's shoulder.
"Woah, woah, woah, please don't touch her." I say, moving her away from the guy.
The crowd then begins to get even bigger, some people taking their phones out to record the two of us.
"You murdered Mysterio! Come on kid, let's see your face!"
Some woman tries to put her hands on me but Jordyn slaps her away before she could get too close. This causes the crowd to get even more rowdy and I force my way out of the crowd to get Jordyn away from all this.
I grab her in my hands and the two of us begin swinging through New York all over again. Only this time I'm in a huge hurry to get the both of us home.
"I told you I never wanted to do this ever again!" She panics, her hair and hands flying in my face.
"J, I'm sorry but I can't see anything with your hand in my-"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She repeats, moving her hands and clinging onto me tightly. "Where're we going to go?"
"I don't know! Your house?"
"What? No!" She shakes her head vigorously. "We cannot go to my house, my Dad would kill you!"
"I thought your Dad really liked me?"
"Yeah well, not anymore!"
I feel my phone buzzing and I land on a ledge of a really high building. I let go of Jordyn to take my phone call and she tries to balance on her own.
"Dude!" Ned says through the phone.
"Dude!" I respond.
"Dude!"
"Dude!"
"Dude!" Jordyn's voice makes me turn around and I remember that I'm supposed to be taking care of her.
"I'm so sorry," I rush over to her. "Are you okay?"
"No, not really!"
"Yo Peter!" I hear someone call my name out from a cable car that's going past the building we're on, and a bunch of people on the cable car begin to stare at us.
I look to my left, there's people waving up at me and Jordyn from their balconies. I look to my right, there's at least four fucking news helicopters flying towards us. It just feels like everywhere I look there's always someone watching us.
