Elena Stewart never even knew of Spiderman. After transferring from a small town in Ohio, to now the Big Apple, she has a lot to adjust with. She becomes intrigued by this so-called Spiderman, the man who flies through the air on webs made of silk...
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"So," My mother began as she started making our plates for dinner. "Who was that boy the other day?"
Firstly, how the hell did she find out? She wasn't even home for her to even know.
"And before you ask how I know," she hesitated, putting some mashed potatoes. "I'm your mother I know."
I sighed violently, banging my head on the table. It seemed that if I even breathed in the same proximity of a guy, she is able to know. It's as if their cologne somehow attaches to my body, and she is able to smell it.
I prompted my head upon my hands, closing my eyes.
"What's he like?"
"I don't know how to describe them."
"So there's two guys?" My mom's voice attaining high pitched.
"No, god no." I murmured, putting my hands in front of my face. "Let's just forget it please."
"Alright, I just hope you're not going to be presenting yourself back home," she said as she took a scoop of the mashed potatoes in her mouth. "It's a new school. I don't want you to be displayed in any way."
I stood up abruptly, putting down my napkin that was on my lap. "You know, maybe if you actually spent more time with me instead of assuming I'm having sex with the whole male race. I would actually enjoy being around you."
I grabbed my bag, advancing to the door and shutting it behind me. I continued to walk out of the apartment complex, directly onto the street.
I could feel the heat of my body radiating the anger that was held inside of me. It was blatant that my mother was calling me a slut, but avoided using that word.
I headed down the street, knowing it was a terrible time to be walking but I needed to clear my head.
My eyes were filled with tears that were pleading to come out, but I didn't dare to cry. Crying was a signal of weakness, I can't show I'm weak. I couldn't let myself stoop down to that level. I spent my time in Florida doing that, getting emotional over my dad, my mother, etc.
It was chilly out, seeing as I was only in a long sleeve light shirt. I crossed my arms as I let my feet take me anywhere but here
Peter. I didn't know how to deal with what I felt with him. He was someone I could definitely see myself being good friends with.
"What are you- ahem, doing here in the middle of the night?" Someone said directly behind me, their voice getting deeper in the middle of the sentence.
I turned around to be facing a certain red and blue suited man. "Why? Is there a law that says I shouldn't." I responded, keeping my arms crossed.
