Secrets // tw x spiderman crossover ❤︎

chapter 6; the do-over

Warning: Contains mature content.

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I didn't end up staying for dinner; I told Allison that Aunt May wanted me home.

Truthfully, I was scared shitless to have a dinner with Allison's parents. The way Mr. Argent had reacted after I introduced myself was bizarre. I had a funny feeling he knew who I was, and I wouldn't be totally surprised if my intuition was right. This town has more secrets than I do.

And to top it all off, Allison has been fiddling with my emotions and making me feel things I didn't ask for. My life was just fine in New York, even better than fine. I had a solid friend group, above average grades, and I finally started to win 0ver a girl who I've been more or less hopelessly crushing on for years. Plus, I could be spiderman whenever I pleased, for the most part.

Now I'm stuck in this weird ass town with creepy people who hide things, and one freakin girl who makes me feel like I either wanna kiss her or scream at her.

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"Peter our project is due in two days, and we haven't even started," Allison huffs next to me.

I shrug. "All we have to do is write a paper about a mythical creature, yeah?"

"Let's do it in the library after school," Allison suggests. "I think my house is off limits for awhile," she smiles sheepishly.

I nod rapidly in agreement. "Library it is,"

Scott is standing by the English classroom waiting for Allison.

"Oh and Alli? You look nice today," I smirk before trodding away, not missing the look of jealousy that flashes across Scott's face.

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"What creature should we pick?" I ask, flipping through some books about ancient mythology.

Allison looks comically bored, as if she could write this paper in her sleep. She's sitting slumped in her seat over the table.

"Alli," I say somewhat harshly. "I know you don't care about your grades, but I do. Do you get that?" I say, frustrated by her unresponsive behavior.

Allison snaps out of her trance and faces me. Her eyes are all doe-like and watery, I can't help but to feel instantly guilty.

"Look, I didn't mean that," I sigh, putting the book down. "Is everything alright?"

"Scott and I talked today. He said he misses me," Allison confesses, twiddling her fingers.

I see the hurt in her eyes when she speaks; Scott selfishly ripped open a wound that was nearly done healing. I'm not sure why I suddenly feel so angry that I'm nauseous.

"I think you should stop seeing him,"

Allison's stance quickly shifts from upset to defensive. "No! He was just telling me how he feels. We dated for so long, it's hard not to miss each other," Ouch. "Plus, nothing you say will convince me to stop seeing Scott," Right in the heart.

Neither of us say anything, or do anything for awhile. It's awkwardly silent and as each second passes by, I question my relationship with Allison more and more. It's always up and down, one minute it's happy and easygoing, the next minute it's complicated and spiteful. This is one of the times where I'd like to scream at Allison.