Don't Make Promises You Can't Keep

The Kiss(es)

The spider sat me on the edge of the bathtub. "Stay." he said as he ran down the stairs of the apartment. I did as I was told but stood up to get a good look at my back. The area of the cut was soaked with blood and there was a large tare in the blouse. I lifted it up to see just how bad it was. The cut was about 8 inches long and didn't look deep enough to need stitches. I turned around and looked at my face. It was almost unrecognizable. My lip, busted with dry blood surrounding it, my left cheek was bruised and swollen, and there was a small cut just above my left eyebrow. My eyes were puffy and I looked disgusting. I hate this, I hate myself. I hate that I hate myself. Why can't I just be loved? Why has every guy I ever loved walked out on me? My Dad, my previous boyfriend, whose next? Peter? 

Spider-man entered the room, he put the stuff on the counter and took my chin in his hand. "There's no need to cry, it's over. You're okay." I hadn't even realized that I had been crying. I quickly wiped my eyes and sat back on the edge of the tub. He started cleaning the wounds on my face, not noticing my back. "Done." He said putting the bloody, wet rag down on the counter. "Not quite..." I turn around and I hear his gasp. "I should've killed that guy.." The anger rolled off his tongue. I sighed, feeling the wet rag making connection with the sensitive skin. "No, you did the right thing. You would have just felt guilty for killing him." I hissed as he touched part of the cut. He stopped for a moment, apologizing, then continued dabbing the area. " You wouldn't feel whole again. And the guys blood on your hands, trust me, you did the right thing." He spun me around again looking into my eyes, well I think.

"I don't care. I don't care that I would have this hole in the pit of my stomach. I don't care if I wouldn't be okay because I took his life. He doesn't deserve it, that scum." I took his gloved hands in my shaking ones. "I would care." He starts to lift up his mask but I stop him. "No, you don't have to show me." he takes my hand down and folds the mask right above his lips, not caring to take anymore of it off. He gently grabs my cheek and leans in. Our lips meet, but sparks don't go off. Its not always like they say in books, its not always the sensation of being shocked. 

My lip throbbed but I didn't stop. I didn't want to stop. He pulled away and put his mask back down again, but you could practically feel  his smile. "Get some rest, please." He stated after a long pause of silence. I watched as he climbed out my bedroom window leaving me wondering, just why did he kiss me.

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Gwen looked at me in shock after I told her what happened last night. "So you as S.M. kissed Max after she was almost raped?" She said grabbing books out of her locker. I nodded my head. "I was living in  the moment and all I wanted to do was kiss her and hold her until she felt better. But I left after I kissed her, I was so afraid." I say leaning against the locker, " So does she, know, now?" Gwen asked closing her locker with a Geometry textbook and a Chemistry textbook in hand. I shook my head, "I didn't pull the mask off all the way, all she knows is Spider-man kissed her last night." 

I turn my head hearing the locker across from us being opened. Max stood there in a black hoodie and light blue jeans that were rolled up at the bottom, her hair was in a messy bun and her shoe was untied. "What do I do? Hell she should be resting, why is she here?" I whispered the last bit, only thinking out loud. I turned to Gwen who was looking at Max. "Just go see how she's doing, but if she doesn't want to talk, do not pry." I followed Gwen's instructs and walked over to Max.

"Hey puddin, how ya doin?" I asked quietly, bending down to tie her shoe. "Huh, Oh, Peter, I-I'm okay, how are you?" I stood up and saw just how puffy and red her eyes were. The bruises and cuts still looked as they did last night. "I'm fine. I heard about what happened last night, are you sure your okay? You should really be resting."  She sighed, "Has the school started rumors about me yet?" She asked, ignoring my question. Don't pry Peter. "I heard a couple. But as long as i'm here, nothing is going to happen to you. I promise." I lightly kissed her forehead, and escorted  her to Geometry and I walked my way to English. I sat down in class and closed my eyes. I just kissed Max on the forehead. My eyes pop open, crap, I just kissed Max on the forehead.

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Did Peter just, yeah yeah I think he did. Oh my, Oh god. I didn't focus on anything for the rest of the day, I physically couldn't. You can't just go around kissing your friends that secretly like you! It messes with their emotions. First Spider-man and now Peter? How do I even?????? I see Gwen start to walk towards the exit of the school and I limp after her, trying to not worsen the pain in my lower back.

"Gwen! Wait up!" I say as i'm right behind her. she stops for a second then turns around. "Hey Max? How are you?" Enough with the how are you's, please. "I'm just fine, but I was wondering, are you and Peter dating?" My cheeks brighten a bit. 'What am I doing, even if they weren't dating, why would Peter want me?' "Um nope," She forced a laugh. "Why do you ask?"

"N-No reason, no reason at all." I feel my back heat with pain and I grunt a bit. "Are you okay?" Gwen asks grabbing my arm. "Y-yeah, yeah i'm okay. Just a little pain. I should probably head to work but it was a nice chat!" I make my way towards my moms car and plop in the front seat. Since she was sick, I drove myself today. The pain started to worsen and I decided to call in sick and call it a day.  I got home and went into my room, I gasped. 

"Damn it Peter! I swear your going to give me a heart attack one day!" I yell and throw a pillow at him. " Sorry. I needed to talk to you." I nodded my head and sat on the bed. "Wait. how did you get here so fast?" He shrugged, "I skated. Anyway, that kiss on the forehead, I didn't mean to do that.." My heart sunk. All the hope I had for a relationship with Peter had just gone down the drain. 

"Oh.." I said sadly. His eyes widened as I looked down at my hands. "Wait no. I did mean that and I like to kiss you and I like to hold you and I like, well I like you. Well more like love you, yeah, I love you." Peter combined his words fastly. "I looked up, "You? You love me?" He looked down with sad eyes. "I love you too." Peter looked up with a huge toothy smile and bright eyes. He came closer to me, we were now inches away. Our lips connected and it felt familiar but more loving than one that I had ever felt. There was care and passion, it was soft but loving. I could stay like this for hours but what after seemed like a couple of seconds, the kiss was over and we held each other until we fell asleep.