a second chance | gwen stacy x fem! reader

21: Amber Alert

"Harry, where have you been?!" Mr. Able crosses his arms as Harry exits the stage. The clapping slowly dying down as he carries himself off stage with his guitar. His smile slowly turns into a slight frown. "I'm sorry, sir. I just.. I had family stuff to deal with." He mutters the last part under his breathe. Mr. Able's gaze softens, noticing a bruise on Harry's face that is very poorly covered with concealer.

He sighs, his shoulders lowering. "Look.. I know it's been hard for you." He puts his hand on Harry's shoulder, pressing his lips together. Harry looks down to the side, staying quiet for a few moments as Mr. Able calms himself down. "I've been hard on you. But, it's because I know you're more than capable of letting me know what's going on."

He rubs his shoulder a little, fixing his collar with his other hand as Harry's eyes widen. Harry's white collared shirt was under his blue cardigan as he wore grey dress pants. "You did amazing out there. Don't look so down... All that practice and torture with me finally paid off, huh?" He gives Harry a warm smile, patting his shoulders. "Go celebrate. I'm sure your people are waiting for ya."

Mr. Able lets out a content hum while Harry's mouth opens slightly, a guilty expression on his face. He pats his shoulder one last time before looking around. He sighs, signaling the Mary Jane and the rest of the musketeers to go close the ceremony. "If you see Y/N, please let me know." Harry nods, giving him a small smile. "I will." He says reassuringly. Mr. Able then walks away, his dress shoes clicking onto the floor.

Harry puts the guitar behind his back, the strap in the front. He looks around, spotting the two large exit doors backstage as he squints his eyes. Harry almost bumps into someone while keeping his eyes on the doors."Oh, I'm so sorry, Harry!" Mary Jane chuckles awkwardly with a slight blush gracing her cheeks. Glory and Betty give her a nudge before they quickly go onto the stage. Harry raises an eyebrow. "It's uh.. it's fine."

He replies, watching them go on stage. Harry then continues, going up to the two doors as he presses his ears against them. He hears faint whispers as he furrows his eyebrows. Suddenly, he hears the door click, signaling him that someone is coming through. Harry quickly dashes to the side, hiding his face as his back is turned towards the doors.

As the doors open, Gwen and I walk through, hand in hand as we look at each other with large smiles on our faces. "So my mom's gonna get me an internship at the hospital for this program they're doing." I face forward, glancing at Gwen. "That is.. if I get in." I sigh a little as Gwen raises her eyebrow. "Are you kidding? With your grades, you could go anywhere you wanted." Gwen furrows her eyebrows, grinning as I let out a quiet puff of air.

"Okay, you.. are like a natural genius, but you just don't try. So don't waste your energy by trying smart bullshit on me.." I roll my eyes playfully as our voices and banter trail off. Harry turns his head slightly to take a glimpse of us.

His eyes wander towards our intertwined hands as his eyes widen. He clenches his jaw a little, his hands shaking slightly as he scowls. Harry suddenly seems to snap out of it, blinking a few times before taking a breathe out. He looks down, seeming confused as he traces his hand around his bruised cheek.

Harry then looks up, his expression hardening again as he feels his veins pump with ice, a cold feeling up his spine as his eyes focus sharply. He begins to slowly travel towards us, a scowl on his face as his fist is tightened. Harry inches closer and closer as he's about to grab my shoulder, until Gwen's spider sense goes off. It alarms her about a large danger, one that she suddenly feels. She quickly turns around, grabbing his wrist with inhumane reaction time.