I walked with Peter somewhere quiet where we could talk. His hand was still in mine. We were both dead silent. I felt his hand begin to tremble. I didn't know how I was gonna tell him I knew. I could feel the tension rise every moment we were together. It was becoming almost unbearable. My heart was beating so fast. What if after all this he still didn't want me?
What if it made him hate me more? Thousands of thoughts were rushing through my head all at once.
"Betty!" Peter said, snapping me back to reality.
"Betty, what is it? Are you okay? Your shaking." He said, more concern flashing on his face.
"P-Peter. I."
I was completely out of words.
He just looked at me.
"Peter, I know you're Spiderman."
"What?"
"I know you're the Spiderman."
It felt so good to say out loud. He didn't respond right away, which made me terrified. He just looked at me.
"How long have you known?" He asked.
"Since the first week, we met," I said.
He looked away from me and let go of my hand.
"All this time, you knew." He said.
I nodded.
He cliched his jaw.
"I'm sorry," I said, feeling my eyes water.
He was clearly angry.
"No." He said, grabbing my hand and softening his voice.
"It's not you." He said.
"How'd you find out?" He asked.
"That's not important," I said, thinking back to me and Archie breaking into his house.
He looked at me.
"Archie and I broke into your house."
"Archie?" He asked.
"Yeah."
"He knows you know?" He asked.
I nodded.
He sighed and rubbed his face.
"I'm really sorry. And he won't tell anyone don't worry." I said.
"Betty, Archie threatened me."
"What?"
"He told me that if I didn't leave you alone he would tell my aunt and you everything. And that he would tell everyone that y-" He stopped.
He looked at me.
"what?" I said.
He ran his hand over my cheek.
"I'm sorry." He said.
"Peter, you shouldn't be sorry."
"If I had just been honest with you none of this would have happened. I wouldn't have had to hurt you." He said.
"I'm just as much at fault," I said.
He pulled me into a hug.
"I never wanna let you go again." He said.
I small laugh of relief came through my tears.
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Peter and I started walking back to my house. When we got there we went to my room. Both of us just talked about nonsense for hours. Neither of us wanted to talk about anything that serious. We just were happy to be together again. There was a piece of me missing when he was gone.
The next day Peter and I went over to Archies house. I went to knock on his door when I realized it was slightly opened.
"Peter," I said.
He followed behind me.
"Archie," I said.
There was no response.
"Archie!"
We came to the kitchen. I felt fear rush into me. Archie was lying unconscious on the floor. His face was beaten.
Peter and I stood there like a deer in headlights, in complete shock at what was before us.
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