"Think about what I said?" Michelle asks as she catches me staring off into the distance, lost in my thoughts. I wasn't even thinking about her, I was thinking about last night. I was thinking about the fierce fire that burned in his eyes.
"I did. And—just to prove you're wrong—I'll tell him that," I reply promptly. "And if you're right, then I'll break his heart. Not that I cared anyways."
"Okay," she replies nonchalantly, "we'll see what happens." I turn from my locker, walking with Michelle to another class.
"Hey, guys," Gwen chirps, falling into step with us. "Can Liz sit with us during lunch?"
"Which Liz? I know lots of Liz's," Michelle responds sarcastically.
"Liz Allen. From student council," Gwen explains. Gwen was one of the most involved people I know. She was in student council and the homecoming planning committee. She was everywhere.
"Sure. Don't care anyways," I say, dismissing her request with a wave of my hand.
"Oh, Gwen, I told her," Michelle calls as she splits apart from us to go to her class. "About you-know-who."
"Yeah, it's total bullshit," I add.
"So what are you going to do?" Gwen asks tentatively.
"I'm going to tell him how much I hate him. Michelle was being really cryptic about it," I say, speeding up my pace. I didn't want to hear what Gwen had to say. It probably wouldn't be something on my side, anyways. She'd probably support Michelle's ridiculous notion that it means something different.
I confidently walk into Creative Writing class, momentarily forgetting I don't have a topic. I sling my back over my chair and sit down.
"What's your idea?" Peter asks from next to me.
I freeze in my seat, quickly covering it up with faux confidence, "Why would I tell you that?"
"I already told you mine," he reasons with me.
"If I jumped off a cliff, would you, too? Just cause you did it doesn't mean I have to," I retort, turning back towards the front of the room.
"I would," he mutters under his breath, almost too quietly for me to hear. "So I could catch you."
My eyebrows knit together. So he could catch me? He isn't a superhero. He isn't Spiderman. He's just a little boy. He doesn't know what he's talking about; he never does.
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Brunettes ♡ p. Parker
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