Web of Deception: The Webbed Avenger

Chapter Eight: The Heir of Oscorp

Osborn Manor

The Heir of Oscorp... that had a ring to it that brought a smile to Jackson Whittemore's face as he woke up next to his beautiful girlfriend Lydia Martin. Even in her sleep she was absolutely gorgeous, he had to admit it. Jackson sat up, his shirt having been torn off during some of their, fun last night. He shook his head lightly as he stood up, the loose sweats barely hanging on his hips as he searched for his missing clothing.

Jackson searched his room for a minute, finding that his shirt was nowhere in here. He pulled the cover over Lydia, the strawberry blonde beauty snuggling deeper into her pillow as he moved the hair out of her eyes. After putting on a fresh black shirt that clung him like a glove, Jackson stepped out into the hallway slowly wandering down it aimlessly. He didn't care about the shirt, if anything the housemaids would find it while cleaning more than likely.

That was something Jackson had never expected to have in his entire life, housemaids. They would literally clean up any mess he made, but considering how nice some of them were, he was often more caring about where his clothing and trash were. When his mother, Margaret had gotten together with Norman, Jackson thought he was dreaming.

Jackson was adopted by nature, his parents having died before he was born. He was only alive and well because they performed an emergency c-section on his birth mother in order to save him. He didn't know he was adopted until he was about six years old, and he only felt hatred towards his adopted parents. Truth was, he did not hate them in the slightest, it was just that he felt betrayed and worse, lied to. Jackson could lie all he wanted to about god knows what, whether it be big or small and feel fine, but if someone had kept a secret like that from him, his emotions would run wild.

Yeah, Jackson had money before Margaret got with Norman, but when the two finally tied the knot, Jackson could only see money signs in his eyes. He wanted to be the big man on campus, with flashy cars, captain of a sports team, the most popular and beautiful girl in school as his girlfriend. The last one was more of a personal thing that he had wanted, not because of popularity, but because of who she was.

Lydia Martin had always been in his sights, whether he had known it or not. When he first started to think about girls, Lydia was the first one he thought about. He had no clue when he started to like her, but he knew that right at the end of the sixth grade, he managed to ask her out. Now granted, dating back in the sixth, seventh grade wasn't that big of a deal, but for Jackson it was a step up from his own personal pit that he felt he was trapped in. He was always afraid of losing people and being alone, so imagine what he felt when his adopted father was killed in a mugging when he was twelve.

Jackson may not have cared too much about his adopted father, but that was still the only "Dad" he had. To him, he had lost a part of himself when his father died. That was one of the reasons why he indulged himself in these flashy cars, sharp clothing, hard physically demanding sports that made his mind go elsewhere. It made him feel safe from being alone, because as long as people kept looking at him, he felt like he wasn't going to be on his own.

Lydia always made herself known to him, always being there when he least expected it. She was the ideal girlfriend, but he could tell Lydia was putting up her own personal shield from the outside world. Nobody knew this, but he could see through her cracks pretty easily.

How when she thought she was alone she would cry about things that she had seen or heard, or how she was treated. Lydia wasn't a mean person, and she was only hostile because she didn't want anyone to think she was weak. Well, when you're alone in a bathroom, crying your eyes out, nobody could think you were weak.

She was smart, exceptionally smart, Jackson knew that for certain. He had always seen her grades, how they were straight A's, in fact they were all A+'s. Her intellect was one of the highest in the school's student population, and that was why Jackson was giving her an early birthday present. He had asked Norman if he'd be willing to let Lydia intern at Oscorp as an assistant, or anything she might have been able to do. Norman had told him that he would need to talk to Lydia before that happened, that way she was on board with the idea as well.