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Juliet was at the Empire State building that her uncle from her father's side owned. She was at the 103rd floor of the building where only she and other VIP's were able to enter. It was her thinking spot and it almost-always helped her. She had her arms on the ledge as the breeze gracefully hit her face and her hair like that of a movie.
She was still thinking about Harry. Mainly memories about the past. They were such a tight, close-knitted group that nothing could be done to separate them. But Juliet made that happen. Suddenly, her phone rang, disturbing her from her thoughts of their childhood days. She picked her phone up from her handbag and saw that it was Peter.
"Peter?"
"I just talked to Harry. Uhm.. is it true?" Peter asked cautiously.
Juliet looked down on the streets, inwardly contemplating whether or not she should just jump. Peter was going to hate her. "I'm assuming you mean about Norman."
"First name basis, huh? Why would you do that, Jules? That's fucked up." Peter snapped angrily.
Juliet shook her head and scoff. "So easy to judge, huh? You don't know shit."
"So all this time, it was you who screwed all of us over. I thought it was Norman just wanting to toughen Harry up, but it was over you! What the hell, Juliet?" Peter yelled in aggravation, not even bothering to know why. Can you blame him? He's spent 4 years without any friend.
"Save it, Peter. Go kiss Harry's ass." Juliet ended the call. Harry had turned Peter against her. She felt alone and didn't know what to do. She didn't expect Harry to plot some revenge against her, the Harry she knew had a kind heart. Far kinder than hers.
Juliet decided to get back down on the ground. She needed to talk Harry out of any hateful revenge he has in store for her. As she walked through the Time Square deep in thought, she caught many stares from the people. But the stare wasn't the same thing she always saw, it was in pure surprise. She paused and saw that almost everyone around her was looking up at the billboards with their mouth agape, some of them pointing at her and taking pictures.
She looked up and saw her face in the billboard. Her face beside the letter that Norman had sent her months before he'd died, proclaiming his love for her and his plan on having Harry sent to boarding school so that there was nothing stopping them from together anymore. It was a cursive, sophisticated 4 paragraph letter with his signature at the bottom, complete with her address and the date. Every secret she'd been hiding was on that billboard.
Juliet's heart sank, her legs were shaking, her lips trembled, palms were sweating and she felt like she was going to be eaten by the ground alive. There was not a single doubt in her mind that Harry was responsible for this.
Suddenly, a generic voice was heard throughout the place saying "I'm a slut. I'm a slut. I'm a slut." over and over again.
She quickly hailed a cab and got in, humiliated by all the glares, mocks, laughters and cheers all mixed together.
"Oscorp, please." she told the driver.
The rode was spent with her head down, elbows on her knees and fingers tangled in her messy hair. She sniffed her tears away, the last thing she needed to be right now was weak. She quickly paid the driver, not minding to wait for the change and bolted out of the car and into the building.
She arrogantly walked inside the elevator with her head held high even though she heard tons of whispers about "Didn't she sleep with the boss?". She ignored them and pressed the button for the top floor and waited. She wasn't anxious anymore like the last time. She knew exactly what she had to say.
Her heels clicked against the floor of the hallway, echoing through the walls as her toes squeezed together in anger. She bursted inside Harry's office, not minding his assistant, Felicia being in the room in the middle of telling Harry something. Harry looked up at her in both hatred and amusement.
"Why would you do that?" Juliet said.
Felicia stepped backwards, trying not to cause problems. But Harry moved over to her. "Which one exactly? The billboard or your grandmother?"
"The billboard and Pe- What about my grandmother?!" she glowered.
Harry gave an ooo sound and laughed hysterically. "You should probably give your grandmother a call. She may or may not have been outed for embezzlement.."
Juliet's mouth hung open. "What the hell are you talking about, Harry?"
"It was just an accusation so she's standing a good chance of making it free. Unless..." Harry tiptoed around the idea of making Juliet lose her mind.
"This is your revenge? Going after my grandmother? Harry, she has been your parent when your father wasn't! You'd spend nights at our place with all your stuff when your dad went on a business trip with letting you know! How can you do that to my grandmother??" Juliet vented, her face gradually getting red in anger.
"The same way you slept with my father. It felt good." he teased.
"So are you satisfied? Are we square?!"
"This is your punishment, Jules. Accept it and stop whining. Or did you prefer a little spanking? Father did write something about you liking it rough?" he chuckled. Him not taking this seriously was getting on Juliet's nerves.
"Do you really want me as an enemy, Harry?" she challenged, folding her arms across her chest.
"I will ruin you, Juliet." he demanded.
"Then why does it sound like you're convincing yourself more than me?" she countered before she smirked and exited the room.
Harry's eyed widened, his lips slowly parted as he watched her walk away. With all those years that they'd been friends, he knew how Juliet played the game. She played fair and dirty.
Gwen Stacy was seated in her own office cubicle with the intention of finishing off her Oxford entrance essay about what knowledge really means to her. Superficially speaking, she was the definition of knowledge along with everyone else in Oscorp. But she had to win them over with a deeper more metaphorical meaning.
She saw a shadow hover over her paper and noticed that there was someone behind her. She looked back and saw a blonde girl, legs for days and a perfectly tanned skin.
"You're Gwen Stacy right?" Juliet asked blandly.
"Y-Yeah.. Y-You're Juliet?" Gwen stuttered. Of course she'd seen her in magazines and in online articles. And it wasn't like Peter didn't talk about Juliet.
