Spider Gwen & The Recluse Assassin

V1:『FaceTime』

The three worst sounds to hear, or feel, on a Monday morning in New York City is a rocketing KPOW, followed by an airy WOOSH and a hard earned SLAP. That was the morning Jack found out he was not the only spider in town.

Laying flat on his back in the middle of the Mathematics Hallway of Midtown High, his satchel open and its former occupants displayed across the waxed tile floor, he stared up at the blue hues gazing back down at him.

This girl had been hanging around him since the minute he moved into the house next door. He had no family except for himself, and some random people who come by every now and then. She was also seemingly the only person other than Mary Jane who managed to make him laugh.

Her father always invited him over for dinner too, calling him 'Jacky Boy' which ultimately annoyed him to no end. Of course, because of his temperament, he pretended to be agreeable and went along with it.

Much to the cringe of other girls who had their interests on him, she was always at his side.

This of course, didn't get passed Eugene "Flash" Thompson either. It only made his day to day life in this high school a living hell. Though it was mostly his choice to allow this to persist. He wanted others to see him as physically incompetent and aloof. That way, no one would rely on him to do any tasks but listen and strangely enough give heartfelt advice that contradicts his cool behavior.

Jack had short raven black hair, dark hazel eyes which change colors from brown to forest green, depending on what he was wearing. He stood at six foot two inches tall, and he had an subtle slender-athletic build. 

Yet as he felt these two dainty hands were firmly planted on either side of his face and her lips just centimeters from his own. He couldn't help but squirm beneath the girl, but as he moved so did she.

Her left leg was wedged between his, more specifically, her knee.

"...Uuuh... Gwen?" The late bell was ringing for the next class as the introverted Jack Baker's voice faded into reality after a long pause of silence.

Jack's brown eyes narrowed on her, the girl who was resting on top of him, looming over him. He could hear her swallow hard, she wasn't calm. Based on her breathing and her heart rate, she was freaking out internally.

His eyes traveled to the side, observing the hand stuck to the left side of his face. The locks from the right side of her head were stuck between her hand and his cheek.

"There's something wrong with me..." She muttered quietly, lightly tugging on his face, trying to rapidly pull at her hand trying to take it from the right side of his face. Instead his cheek just moved with it, making a somewhat fleshy moist sound in the process. "I keep getting stuck to everything I touch."

"If... If you're not careful you might..." Jack nervously shuffled beneath her, "Rip out your hair..."

Though he seemed nervous, Gwen let out a soft giggle, "Now's not the time to be joking arou--" As she felt his hand wrap around her wrist, she blinked.

RRRRRRRIP!

Without any warning at all, before she could even finish a word she was saying, Jack had pulled her right hand from the left side of his face. Her hair and small slivers of his skin were torn off.

"Aah!" She gasped in pain, her other hand coming off his face in the process. "Ow!" She looked at the handful containing locks of her hair and skin now laying on the floor beside his head. Blood coming from shallow tears in his cheek. She blinked several times down at him, "Why would you do that?!"

She shook the hair from her hand and quickly leaned down, frantically checking the side of his face. She was the type to worry more about others than herself.