Spider-Man | Doesn't Need Help

CHAPTER 16

  Bored with everything the teacher was saying, I drew some scribbles in the margin of my notebook.

  Why did school have to be so boring... In one week, I managed to cover all of this year's material, so now I was just bored.

  I was currently in physics class and some girl sat next to me because Ned was not there.

  Michelle, that's what everyone called her, and what's more interesting, everyone was afraid of her, I have no idea why... She was quiet most of the time, minding her own business and maybe only occasionally would she respond with some texts that put everyone off.

  I was halfway through painting over every other square in the margin when I suddenly made a mistake.

  "You ruined it, loser." She said quietly enough not to disturb the teacher in her lesson.

  I turned my head towards a slightly darker complexion, a brunette with very wavy hair.

  I made eye contact with her for a few seconds, but after those few seconds, I learned that unless I looked away, she wouldn't either.

  And I would never admit this, but I had a hard time maintaining any kind of eye contact.

  I turned around, flipping the page to the other side, and started doing the same thing again.

  "You're weird, loser."

  "What?" I looked at her again, this time frowning slightly.

  She looked at my notebook and shrugged.

  I was weird? She was kind of... Weird.

  My gaze wandered slightly down to her open notebook, which turned out to be a sketchbook, and in it, there was a drawing of some sad boy, William I think, with a cloud above his head, from which it was raining.

  "And I'm the weird one?" I asked, struggling for a pleasant tone.

  I looked back at her and she just shrugged again, but this time the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

  "I like to draw broken people." I wanted to burst out laughing, but quickly stopped myself, shaking my head.

  Michelle Jones, flipped back a few pages, revealing a painted... Me...

  I opened my eyes wider, looking at myself lying on the bench, my chin resting on my hands, staring somewhere straight ahead.

  "When did you..."

  "I think this is your second day here, and that was in Russian."

  I glanced at her uncertainly, quickly dropping my gaze when I met her big brown eyes.

  Now she was starting to scare me...

  And I thought I had to be afraid of Mr. Adams and those guys trying to kill me...

  It will soon be almost a month since I've been living with May and I hate to admit it... But it was bearable. Of course I was always sitting or sleeping knowing that this state wouldn't last long and Mr. Adams was just waiting for the perfect moment to kidnap me... Or kill me.

  I was more afraid of the latter. Because I don't know what's in his head, maybe he won't want to make me his helper or murderer anymore. And now he'll try to kill me, because I've seen a lot...

  But apart from that, it was probably the best in nine years. After all, I don't see much of May herself, but it doesn't even bother me when I'm in the same room with her. I had a good relationship with Ned, too. I've never had any friends, so I don't really know how I should behave or what to do, but just having him somewhere nearby has become bearable, even pleasant.