The Blonde and the Web

Chapter 1

Chapter1 :

Chapter 1

wearing this~ Polyvore (one on the left)

Kayla's P.O.V

I sat on top of a table during lunch, reading a new book that my sister Gwen got me for my birthday last year. That is when I heard shouting but I decided to ignore it.
But as it got rougher I decided to go over there. When I got there I heard Flash shout

"What?" I heard Flash demanded, all but throwing the kid to the ground as he advanced on him. Peter forced himself to stay still, pulling his shoulders up as he glared at the advancing Flash.

"You little pip-squeak," he growled, grabbing the front of his sweater in his fist as he shook him. "I say take a picture, you take a picture, got it?"

"Stop it, Flash. Seriously."Peter said,

"Should've stayed down, pip-squeak." His fist reared back, before snapping forward and colliding with the left side of his face.

Peter head snapped to the side, his body plunged backwards with the force of it. He hit the ground again, but this time he had the sense to stay down.

"Still not taking a picture." The Peter wheezed. Flash growled, going to do more damage before I joined the crowd and shouted at Flash. The crowd silenced immediately at my sudden appearance, my blonde pony tail swishing as I stalked up to Flash with all the confidence in the world.

"I hope you've been doing your homework." I said, staring up at Flash as i held my books. "Last time I was really.....disappointed. How about we get to class? Huh? How about it?" I repeated once Flash didnt respond. Peter stared up at them,

"Whatever." Flash mumbled, turning and heading away.

I watched as Peter pushed himself to his feet, snatching up his camera off the ground

"That looks pretty nasty." I said from beside him.

"I've had worse." He told him in a matter-of-fact voice as he tugged him camera on his shoulder

"I know." I said, watching as he took back the camera and began inspecting it. There was a large chip in the plastic casing around the lense, but other than that, it still looked good.

"We should...probably get to class." I said awkwardly. Peter made an 'oh' face, nodding quickly and falling into step beside her. It was an awkward silence as the we headed towards their English class.

I kept sneaking sideways glances at him, confusion flaring through me every now and then. I didn't understand why I was talking to him all of a sudden. We'd been in school together since preschool, and never once had I really made an effort to talk to him. To be fair, I never went out of my way to talk to him, other than that time in third grade when we both in the school play and our mother's worked together to make the costumes. Or in gym class when we'd partner together for our tests, and the only words exchanged were numbers so we knew how many push ups We had done or something like that. Otherwise, we didn't talk. Which was saying something, because we had a lot of classes together through our school years. Finally I spoke up, needing to break the silence some how.

"It was good, what you did back there." I said, glancing up at him through me curtain of my Plaitom blonde hair. "Stupid, but good.." Another goofy grin from Peter, and I couldnt help but smile back at him.

"You're welcome."

"What's your name?" I asked suddenly.

"Oh, you-you don't know my name?" he asked. I could see he is slightly crushed by that, but then again, he didnt expect any different. It wasn't like we had talked to eachother since third grade. I chuckled some, shaking my head.

"No, I know your name." I told him, and his face lifted. "I just want to make sure that you know your name. You may have a concusion." I smile made him want to blush, and it took him a moment to realise i was waiting for him to say something.

"P-peter." he stuttered, cursing himself slightly but unable to look away from me.I arched a brow, waiting.

"Oh, Parker. Peter Parker." he added quickly, blushing. I laughed, glancing away from him as we made our way into the classroom. If I was shocked that Peter sat in front of me, I didn't show it.

"I'd still go to the nurse." I whispered, as I saw him sinking down in his chair and resting his chin on top of his folded arms, tucking camera underneath himself as if to protect it.