Part 9.

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Dear Diary...

June 22nd, 2017

I'm glad school is out for the next few months. I don't know how much longer I would hold it. It's so tough to actually see her. My heart breaks every time I see her. Sometimes I see her, her eyes meet mine but I can't help getting lost. I don't think she loved me the same way. She cared about me only because I'm Spiderman. That's the whole reason. She cared more about her social status than being with me just because I am a loser. Why did I think I had a chance. Maybe over summer break, I can find someone else. I'm sure she has already. Someone that fits her standards. I wasn't the right one...just a kiss...a moment that only I felt. She broke my heart...why do I still have feelings for her. She probably has moved on from me already. Why can't I do the same?

Later That Day

Third Person POV

Ned and Peter started to plan out their summer. Peter was obviously staying here in Queens. He doesn't have much of a choice. May needed him to go out and get a few things for her while she was at work. "So I need to get Milk, Eggs, And.." Peter's watch vibrated on his wrist. "Shit," he mumbled. Running back out of the store. He ran through the flooded sidewalks, pushing through people. He climbed up the wall to get to his room. Changing quickly into the suit. "Hey, Karen I didn't look at the uh-report...what exactly am I getting into here?" An armed gunman has 3 people hostage near west 84th street. "3 People? Any stats on them yet?" Two men and one woman. "Alright...Anything else I should know?" He's killed 2 cops so far. "Oh shit...Ok thanks, Karen!" Peter swung in between the buildings. As fast as he possibly could. Who knows how many more people this guy could hurt. "Hey I remember you," Peter said grabbing the gunman's attention. "Spiderman...Nice to see you again.." Peter was so caught in the moment. Taking down this guy. He had no idea. No idea. She was standing right there. Right behind the gunman. How did he not see it? Was his heart keeping him from seeing it? Was his heart keeping him from seeing it? After a short fight. The gunman was in cuffs. "Nice seeing you again..." A familiar voice sounded. "What are you doing here..."

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