The return of the Amazing Spiderman

Chapter 5

Silence is one thing I cherish.

But today, today this very minute was different. I didn't want Peter to be silent.

It was dark inside the closet, and it smelled of disinfectant. But that didn't bother as much as Peter's silence. The noise outside had died down, but Peter hadn't made any move to leave. So I stayed with him. Curiosity was eating me up from the inside, not able to bear it any more I ask, "Peter?" When no reply comes I take it as a signal to continue, "Why did you hit Flash?"

I hear Peter draw in a deep breath in the dark, he shifts a little to cross his legs. His leg bumps into mine in the confided space.

"It's none of your business."

I roll my eyes, I was kind of expecting that reply. I knew that wasn't my business but this curiosity is killing me. Guess Jo would get something out of Flash.

We fell into silence again. My eyes adjust to the dark, and I could now make out the shapes of the brooms, buckets, bottles, and well Peter. I look sideways at Peter, his head was hanging down. I felt empathy for him, and I so badly wanted to console him. I just can't begin to imagine what he is going through, how he is managing and coping with Gwen's death. Then again, I didn't know either of them to console Peter. A loud band reciprocated through the door and I almost yelp in fright. I would have too, if Peter's hand wasn't clamped on my mouth. My heart beat spiked, whether because Peter's hand was on my mouth or because Mr. Fier was yelling outside that very door I didn't know. Peter and I silently stare at the door.

"I CAN'T AND WON'T TOLERATE THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOUR IN MY UNIVERSITY." another bang on the door makes it rattle noisily. I hold my breath afraid of what was happening behind the door.

"MR. THOMPSON AND MISS. PRICE, IN MY OFFICE NOW." He screams, and I hear him perfectly through the thin door.

I cringe as I realize they have been caught.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I look at Peter in fright, and notice his blank expression. I don't blame him, he doesn't care if Flash an Jo get expelled or not, but I do. I pull Peter's hand away and start getting up. I want to walk out that door to Mr. Fier and tell him Jo had nothing to do with it. Flash deserves what was coming his way, and I wouldn't mention Peter at all, I was simply going to clear Jo's name. I twisted the lock pin to left and pulled the knob. I honestly expected the door to open, but instead the knob came in my hand.

WHAT?!!! My insides screamed.

"One more wrong thing today Universe and I swear I won't talk to you ever." I screamed, my head looking up at the ceiling. I hear a silent chuckle behind me. Peter is leaning against the wall, his face looking amused.

"Yeah, go ahead, laugh. But in case you haven't notice, we are locked in here." frustrated I slide down the door, bending my legs.

"Yes, I did."

"It's because of you and Flash, Jo is in trouble." I whisper scream at him. I wanted to get out, not get caught.

Peter sits in front of me, his knees bend on either side of mine. I suddenly become aware of the confided space. I gulp. My heart spiked at Peter's leg collided with mine, and that's when I return back from my la-la land to realize Peter was trying to get my attention.

"What?" I asked him, tilting my head.

"I said, Jo isn't in trouble because of me."

"Are you dumb?" Oops, too harsh? "I mean of course she is in trouble because of the both of you!"

He smirks, and it gave me a feeling that he knows something that I don't.

My eyebrow pops up, questioningly, hoping he would just spill.

"Jo and Flash were caught in the middle of their make-out session by Mrs. Muriel, who then informed Mr. Fier."

My mouth drops open. Jo and Flash? Ew. And when did that happen? Wasn't she....

And then I remembered Jo trying to get me to stay away from him ...

"Oh ... "

Then another thought makes an entry in my head, "How did you know?"

He shrugs, "Door is pretty thin, I can hear everything."

"Then Why didn't I?"

"You were not paying attention I guess" he said nonchalantly.

I scratch my head, trying to remember what I was doing at that time. Time passes and I have no clue how much. But I couldn't spend another second in here. Peter seemed lost in his own trail of thoughts, staring at a corner.

"Peter." I said, trying to get his attention, he looks up at me. "I really need to get out."

"Also I have a deep urge to pee."

Oh god, What if nobody finds us! Peter straightens up and concentrates on the door for a while, making me wonder if he was trying to burn it down with his eyes.

"Cyclop" I mutter.

"Knock now." he whispers ignoring my comment.

"What?" I was confused.

Now!" there was so much confidence in his voice, that I knock twice on the door. knew nothing was going to happen, it was a simple door, and knocking wouldn't magically open it.

Imagine, I go 'knock-knock' and someone replies 'whose there?' from the other side

'adore', I'll say

'adore who?', the voice will reply.

'a door is between us, how about you open it?'

And ta-da, the door opens! Whoop!

Yeah, that would be so nice!

"Again. louder." He says interrupting my fantasy. I knock, rather bang, thrice on the door this time.

"Is anyone in there?" a ruff voice asks. My eyes widen with shock as I look at Peter. How did he know? Does he have X-ray vision? Wait, Who the hell is outside?

"Yeah Mike. Could you open the door, we are kind of locked in." Peter says, getting up. I get up too, not wanting to fall when the door would open.

The door rattles but does not open. "It's not opening." the guy named Mike says.  Peter gently pushes me aside, positioning himself in front of the door.

"MIKE, pull the knob as hard as you can!" Peter says, his eyes fall on me for a second and returns back to the door. I fold my hands in front of me, hoping for failure again.

And all hope was lost would be the title of today.

But then Peter places his one hand on the door and the door open at the exact second.

It looked as if Peter was the one who opened the door, but I knew that it was in fact Mike who had been pulling from the other side. Sharp light enters the closet, making me cover my delicate eyes. I follow Peter outside, and slowly my eyes adjust back to the light. The hallway was surprisingly empty, and I looked up and down it, wondering where everyone was. I checked my watch as Peter thanked a brown haired, freckled guy named Mike.

It was 5:30!

The classes were over. My hands ball into fist as I realized I had missed two classes on my very first day. I start walking away towards my locker without another glance at Peter. I pick my bag, which I had dropped when Jo and I ran towards these two earlier. 

ARGH.

Stupid Flash Thompson.

Stupid Peter Parker.

I cannot afford to miss classes, I cannot afford to lose my scholarship.

Just the thought of returning back to the place I ran from makes me shiver. So much I had left back, and going back will only mean worse.