2 - Cute But Fierce

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I slipped into my usual seat the next morning bright and early. I heard the distant bell ring, signalling the beginning of class. Peter was already in the next desk over, always early for class. I dumped my bag, giving him a quick glance as he looked away, staring out the windows.

"Are you two still not talking?" Mary Jane was standing near my desk suddenly, holding her textbook close to her chest. After the events of last night, she was giving me a hard time about lashing out at Peter and today, I wasn't in the mood for her overly sunshine personality. I hadn't slept a wink last night, my nightmares keeping me awake in the empty house.

I dropped my voice, knowing Peter could hear since he was seated so close. "Just drop it, Mary Jane." She moved on, giving me a sad look before taking her seat up the back. I opened my notebook, flipping to a free page and drawing out a pen from my bag. When I looked back up, I found Gwen in the doorway with Eugene Thompson or known by the whole school as Flash, the somewhat clever star football jock that had a thing for bullying. I sent Mary Jane a quick look over my shoulder, her eyes meeting my own. Flash had a reputation for using girls. Gwen was kind, honest and could be a little blunt but she was nothing goodness. I didn't need Flash Thompson getting his claws into her just to toss her aside.

"Flash, class has started." Mr. Warren spoke up, his voice low and rather demanding. "Move along, please." It wasn't usual for teachers to call students by nicknames but Flash had caught on for a number of reasons among peers and the teaching staff.

Gwen gave him a smile before he left the open doorway, the class falling quiet as she slipped into her own seat, avoiding my gaze. I shifted in my seat, focusing my attention back on Mr. Warren. "Okay, we all know there's a field trip next week," He went on. "It is compulsory, I don't want any of you thinking you can skip out on the day. The midterm will be focused around the trip, so please pay attention on the day."

Out of habit my pen started tapping against my desk as I listened to him, taking in the information he was writing on the board. My teeth grazed my bottom lip, enjoying the lecture. This was my element, the place where life wasn't so complicated. Numbers, formulas, equations, theories, all this was like music to my ears.

After class ended, I found myself waiting outside my locker with Mary Jane, her red hair tucked behind her ears as she stared at me with those pretty eyes. "You're doing that thing," I muttered quietly. "Where you think by staring at me I might say something."

Mary Jane sighed, "I'm sorry."

I eyed her. "For what?"

She gave a little shrug. "For trying to force you into being friends with Pete. I don't want you to feel like you have to be friends with him just because we are, you know? I just want you to see the good in him."

I slammed my locker door shut. "We're different, Mary Jane. I get you're friends with him and I'm sure he's got some nice qualities, but I don't need to be friends with him. I can understand that Gwen and yourself, even Harry, are friends with him but I am perfectly fine with the way things are. Why change something that works so well, you know?"

Mary Jane gave a slight nod of her head. "Alright. But he's not that bad, if you gave him a chance." There was a strange feeling in my chest with her words but before I could open my mouth to tell her the real reason I could not like Peter Parker, she was trotting off down the hall, blending into the sea of students. I rested my back against my locker and closed my eyes for a moment, letting my racing mind calm down. 



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After school I went straight to Oscorp, wanting to see how my parents were coming along with their study and to see a familiar face, someone who always cheered me up. "I just don't know why you don't like Pete, what's not to like?" Harry Osborn was watching me, his eyes full of questions. We were seated at a glass table, his father's company's reports spread around him. His father hated him snooping through the company's files but he did it anyway. I glanced away quickly, catching the eye of my mother through the glass doors of the labs. She gave me a big wave which I returned.

"Come on, Florence." Harry went on, leaning forward. "Tell me why you don't like Peter Parker."

I had been friends with Harry for a few years, ever since my parents started working at Oscorp. He was the boss's only kid, rather rich and rather annoying at times but he was a decent guy, despite his horrible taste in friends. He had been friends with Peter since, well forever, I supposed. I had never asked because I didn't really care. With a loud sigh, I pushed away my notebook and glared at him. "I don't want to talk about him."

Harry's face lit up, putting his chin in his hands. "Oh, touchy subject?"

"No," I hissed back. "Now, why did you tell him about my parents' work?"

Harry sat back in his chair, shrugging. "Hmm, came up in causal conversation."

I tilted my head to the side, fiddling with a pen. "Really? Casual conversation?"

"Actually, it was a related topic of conversation. We were actually talking about you. About how cute and fierce you are, Parsons." Harry replied, giving me a big grin which I did not return but he was still quite amused. "Okay, you're right, we were talking about your killer wit and fashionable taste in boys."

I pegged my pen at him and he gave a little chuckle. "You're an ass, you know that?"

Harry gave me that dashing smile of his, one that brought girls at his private school to their knees. It had never worked on me because I was smarter than that. "Okay, true. But still it was a casual conversation, relax. Pete doesn't talk about you all that often."

I grabbed my pen back from him and stared back down at my notebook which I had moved back in front of me. Peter Parker was the last thing I wanted on my mind right now, not when I needed to focus on my paper. Harry went on talking, a rather annoying habit he had and I just blanked out. I scribbled down a few things, chewing on the end of my pen between ideas. My paper was due on Friday and I still needed to rewrite the body paragraphs and maybe change the opening. "Flo, are you even listening?"

I glanced up seeing Harry staring at me. "Uh, no?"

He blew out some air from his cheeks and flipped the folder he had been studying closed. "I was saying I'm moving to Midtown High and thought it might be something I should mention."

Harry Osborn was all rich boy and peppy. I hadn't ever known him any different. I couldn't even imagine him at Midtown. "You're transferring in the middle of the school year?" I questioned.

He shrugged, "Something like that."

I sighed again, "You got kicked out again, huh?" Harry had bounced from school to school for years. He hadn't stayed in one place for more than a year. Thankfully, daddy dearest was one of the richest men in the city. He funded Harry's trip through every private school in the New York area.

"Eh, what's another school?" Harry replied with a wicked grin. "It might be fun to have a few familiar faces this time around, you know? Pete says you've got rather cute friends."

There he was, the boy I knew. I rolled my eyes but a shy of a smile lingered on my lips. "Okay, stay away from my friends, they're too good for you."

Harry just raised his eyebrows, accepting the challenge.






AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Well there is chapter two, I hope you all enjoyed. I'm really excited about TWOTW and I hope everyone else is too. I've been playing around with the idea for weeks and recently started reading some of the comics which has given me loads of inspiration. I'll be using ideas from the old movies with Tobey Maguire, the newer The Amazing Spider-Man movies with Andrew Garfield, some elements from the comics, including characters and the new Civil War spidey stuff too. So, it will be a mixup of everything Spider-Man. Thanks for reading and please leave your lovely thoughts.

-Tinkertaydust

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