Spider mans girlfriend

Txday's the day

I wake up in my bed
"Did yesterday happen?" I say
"I hope" I look down at my hand to see the scar from the glass.
I smile, cause it did.
I get dressed and put on make up then head downstairs and pet my dog, get on the bus just like every single morning ever
I get to school excited and nervous to see Peter.
I went to my locker and get my binder out of it, I accidentally drop my backpack and I laugh at myself for doing that and my English paper falls out.
'That's right' I think to myself 'the improv speech is today.' I feel my face drain of color and I speed walk into the bathroom, and lock the door, school starts in 3 minutes and my English class is 5th period, so i'm going to be dead for 5 hours.
I sit on the ground breathing heavy and I feel my heart rate going up
I try to control my breathing but I can't, I start to cry and cough but my heart rate just raised higher and higher.
It raised so fast that I felt as if I stopped breathing, then I was fine.
I felt like my breathing was perfect. I wasn't even out of breath.

*ring ring*
The bell rang and I just decided to not go home and stick through the day, 'oh yeah PE is my fest period' I roll my eyes
The thing is it was Wednesday, when we sprint a mile.
I changed into my PE clothes and braced myself
I was really, really out of shape.
I started sprinting and I kept sprinting, and I never got tired, I actually never got tired, I didn't want to stop.
"Carter!" I hear the coach yell
"Chill! Slow the hell down!!" He looks at his stop watch "4 minutes and 37 seconds" he says, "the world record is 3 minutes and 43 seconds"
"I- I feel sick" I say
"You're not even out of breath?!" He yells
He was right I was fine
I run into the bathroom which was beginning to be my safe heaven.
"Why are you not out of breath" I ask myself
I check my pulse, and I can't feel it. "Where the fuck is it!" I say checking my wrist and my neck.
"Okay how were you able to run that fast." I ask myself another question.
I burst out of the bathroom and into the arms of
"Peter!" I say hugging him
"Why hello" he says hugging back
"I, something is happening to me." I say pointing at my throat.
"Are you okay?" He asks taking my hands.
"No, I just ran a mile!" I yell
"Oh I hate that, are you just out of breath?"
"No that's the thing, i'm fucking fine." I say "and my time was like 4 minutes"
"That's like a record!" He says
"Peter i'm the most unathletic person I know."
"Well clearly not." He says.
"I'm scared." I say
He gives me another hug
"When did this start?" He asks
"I was in this same bathroom, and I was having an anxiety attack-" I start
"Wait you have anxiety??" He asks
"Yeah, not the point. I was having the attack, and my heart rate was going up so fast and I couldn't control it, and then all of the sudden when I couldn't breath, I was perfectly fine." I exclaim.
"That's weird." He says
"Yeah, really weird." I say

I change into my normal clothes and put perfume on even though I didn't sweat at all.

"Oh well you look pretty." Peter says to me as I walk out.
"Why thank you" I say laughing
My hand gets really hot, and I look down and he has grabbed it. I grab back and ask him
"Do you want your friends to, like, you know, see" I ask holding our hands up.
"Yes, why wouldn't I?" He asks squeezing my hand
"Well, i'm, you're outgoing, and popular, and i'm shy, and awkward." I say starting to take my hand back
"Yeah well you're hot shit so people will be jealous." He says grabbing it even tighter, and I smile and laugh

Maybe, i'm not so alone
----------------------------------------------
Oh my god, they're cute. #parter amiright
I need sleep asap
Night, dweebs