A Twisted Intuition (Peter Parker) | Editing

Chapter 21-

Peter quickly explained the situation with Liz's dad to Samantha while he recklessly drove away in Flash's car. 

"You were going to homecoming with Flash?" Peter randomly asked her, accusingly. 

"You were going with the girl who's dad tried to kill you!" Samantha snapped at the boy. 

"Just call Ned!" Peter yelled, narrowly avoiding another car.

"Ned?" Samantha asked on her phone. 

"Sammy?" Ned asked confused since the girl had been avoiding him and Peter. 

 "Put him on speaker," Peter demanded. 

"Hello, Ned? Hey, hey, can you hear me?" Peter yelled at the phone. 

"Go for Ned," Ned replied. 

"Samantha, there's sweats in my bag. Change," Peter ordered before talking to Ned. "Ned, I need you to track my phone." 

 "Yeah, but where is it?" 

Samantha slid the sweats on over her dress before taking the dress off and stuffing it in the bag, leaving her in sweats and a bra in front of Peter, she quickly pulled out a sweatshirt to instead see it was a white and red version of Peter's own masked hoodie. "You made me a suit?" she asked softly. 

"Yeah, yeah," Peter said, not seeing the importance. "I left it in Liz's dads car." 

"Genius move. Okay, he just passed the GameStop on Jackson Avenue."

Samantha was now dressed in the suit that Peter had made her sometime in between when hers got confiscated and homecoming. 

"Hey, where are the headlights on this thing? I'm in Flash's car."

"I'll pull the specs."

"Okay, make it quick." 

"You stole Flash's car. Awesome." 

"Yeah, it's awesome."

"Not awesome! Flash was being very sweet today! And you stole his date and car, Peter!" Samantha reprimanded him. 

Peter almost hit a bus that turned in front of them causing Samantha to shriek at the top of her lungs. 

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! Move, move!"

"Peter, are you okay?" Ned asked. 

"I've never really driven before, only with May in parking lots. This is a huge step up." 

"Oh god, we're gonna die," Samantha said feeling nauseous as he barely missed a street light. 

"Hey, have you gotten through to Happy yet?" 

"Uh, yeah. I'm working on it. I just gotta backdoor the phone system."

"Hey, Ned. How we doing with those headlights?" 

"Round knob to the left of the steering wheel, turn clockwise." 

"Left, okay." Peter turned the headlights on. "Okay, perfect. So where's my phone now?" 

"Um... he stopped in an old industrial park in Brooklyn." 

"I think I'm gonna be sick," Samantha muttered as Peter made another sharp turn. 

"What? That makes no sense. He said he was going out of town." 

"Weird. Oh, I reached Mr. Happy. Don't think he liked you, by the way. It sounded like he was catching a flight. He said something about taking off in nine minutes."