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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The following week at school, I expected everything to be okay as it usually was, but I knew something was off immediately. Although Peter said he would remember to text me if he was planning on not being at school, he tends to forget more often than not. Instead of walking in on time, he ended up coming to school halfway through the period looking rugged, and harsh. I don't bother asking him what had happened, assuming it was something with his Spiderman duties. Slowly, it became an everyday occurrence, making me curious about what was going on behind the scenes.
"Parker, this is your fourth time being late this week. If you have another tardy, I have to give you a detention." the teacher announced at the boy that continued walking as if he hadn't even heard what he had said. The teacher scoffed, continuing on with his lesson.
My eyes followed along as Peter slid into his chair, dumping his backpack on the floor hastily. His hair was groomed slightly different than usual, which I decided was caused by him being late and having to rush. He let out a broken sigh, dumping his head on the table, his arms wrapped around.
"Pete," I whispered, bumping his arm softly, triggering him to turn his head. "You good?"
"Yeah-um, long night." his voice was barely above a whisper, drowsiness followed with it.
"Oh," I answered back, leaning back into my chair. "You're usually near this late. Even with your side job."
"Well, New York has a lot of crime. I have to stop it." he came out harsher than I expected. I winced, my lips drawing into a line. I hesitated from talking as it was possible he just had a rough night. Everyone has those types of nights, but not exactly the ones Peter has.
"There's also a thing called the police. You don't have to take everything to your attention. I'm sure they could handle some of the things that you do." I pointed out, my eyes darting to my notebook and then at the board. I quickly wrote some of the notes that were written on the board before hearing Pete's voice again.
"I know, I know," he grumbled, smacking his head against the desk harder than before. Immediately after, I could hear faint snores coming from him, confirming that he had fallen asleep.
I shifted in my seat, placing my hand under my chin to lean against it. It seemed that this was something that was going to happen on the usual. It was hard to adjust too especially since it was vastly different from how he was before. It made me question if something truly was going on. I get it that he was tired, as Spiderman does work hard, but it still crossed my mind.
"Hey, so I heard there's going to a pop quiz in Spanish II," I mentioned as we strolled down the hallway, headed to the library for our free period.
"Don't remind me." he murmured, using his free hand to rub his eyes. "I can't stand that class."
"I thought you loved Spanish?" My eyebrows knitted together. It was peculiar for him to say that, as he was always very interested in the language. He found it fascinating to learn, and it helped him get better at talking to people in New York, as there were a lot of Hispanics in the area.
