Spider of My Dreams

Chapter 10

When my alarm went off, I rolled out of bed and rubbed my eyes. I went to the bathroom and did my face, attempting to hide the bruise that had formed on my forehead by piling concealer on. I knew it wouldn't last the whole day, but the longer I could avoid questions, the better.

I then chose to wear a cute sweater that hid the bruise on my arm from where my father had grabbed me. I was once again thankful for the winter season that made it easier, and less uncomfortable, to hide my bruises.

I made a piece of toast, before eating it and heading out to my car, seeing Eugene already sitting in the driver's seat. I got in beside him, and we headed to Aiden's place, before going to school.

I headed in, going to maths first. "Hey, Y/n," Ned said upon entering. "How was your weekend?"

I shrugged. "Oh, you know. Same old, same old."

"I heard you're having a party on the last day of school."

I rolled my eyes. "My brother is having a party on the last day of school."

Ned chuckled. "Well, I still hope to see you there."

I gave him a weak smile before turning towards the front of the class as the teacher started talking.

I basically just counted down the hours of the morning until I could finally head to journalism.

"Y/n!" Betty yelped. "I heard you're working on getting that internship!"

"Oh, uhh, yeah, I guess so."

"That's great!"

"I'm sorry I'm the one that nabbed it though."

"Don't be! I'm happy for you!"

"So am I," Hayes said, walking past me. "I really think you'd make a good editor once I leave."

I grinned after him, before looking back at Betty.

"What are you two so happy about?" Jason asked, coming in and joining us.

"Y/n's gonna get that Daily Bugle internship, and then Hayes might make her editor next year!"

"That's great!" Jason said.

I was honestly surprised that they were so happy for me. I'd never really considered Betty or Jason my actual friends... but maybe they were.

We chatted and joked around while we wrote our articles, and it was honestly the most fun I'd ever had in journalism, once I'd actually accepted Betty and Jason as my friends.

I headed off to Chem after lunch, excited for the class but dreading seeing Parker. He was already sitting down once I'd got there. Luckily, it was easy enough for me to avoid him. But even just seeing his face angered me.

I sat down and he looked back at me, giving me a small smile that I did not return.

When the final bell rang, I hurried out of class. But I wasn't fast enough, and Parker caught up with me. "Hey, Y/n," he said.

"Parker," I greeted shortly.

"I heard you're still obsessed with Spiderman. Can I ask why?"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not obsessed. Just curious."
"Right, whatever you say."

I rolled my eyes again.

"You know, you roll your eyes a lot."

"Only when I'm with you." I started walking faster, and he seemed to take the hint.

I went to my locker, switched my stuff out, and left the school. I drove Aiden home before going to my place with Eugene.

"How's your arm?" he asked quietly on the car ride.

I snorted. "Like you care."

"Whatever," he said, the quiet in his voice gone. "I was just trying to be nice. I didn't even mention the giant bruise on your forehead. The concealer's gone."

I self-consciously touched my head, thankful that no one at school said anything about it. I'm sure everyone just thought I was really clumsy.

When I finally pulled up at our house, we both got out of our car and headed up to our rooms. I did my homework for a few hours, before picking up a book and reading in my bed.

Then I heard a tapping at my window. I looked up and saw the famous Spiderman sticking there.

I smiled and got up, opening it. "Hey, Spiderboy. How's the patrol this afternoon?"

"Pretty quiet. Figured I could spare a few minutes here." He frowned. "What'd you do to your forehead?"

I chuckled nervously. "I tripped and bashed it into the wall."

"Oh. How was school?"

"It was good. Pretty average. How was school for you?" I smirked.

He laughed. "Fine. It was decent. Boring. The usual."

"Fair. What are your classes like?"
"Nice try."

"Worth a shot."

He chuckled before turning serious. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Why do you hate Peter so much?"

"Oh my god. Is he tattling on me to you?"

"No, no," he shook his head. "He just mentioned that you really hate him when I was reading your article."

I blushed slightly. "Did he... mention anything else?"

"No... Should he have?"

"No," I rushed. "I was just wondering." For some reason, I didn't want Spiderman knowing that Parker and I had had a makeout session... or two.

"So... why do you hate him?"

"He just irritates me," I sighed. "It's not worth explaining."

"But I'm curious."

I shrugged. "There's seriously nothing to know."

"Fine. How's your brother?"

"As annoying as ever."

"Fair enough. What about—" but he cut himself off. "Oh, god. I'm sorry, Y/n. I've gotta go."

"You spider-sensing?" I asked.

He laughed. "Yeah, I guess you could call it that. Spider-sense sounds way better than what my aunt calls it."

"Alright. Good luck! Don't die!"
"That's always the goal!" he shouted as he swung away.

I shook my head, looking in the mirror and realising that I was blushing. Oh, dear god.