"There may be in the cup. A spider steeped, and one may drink, depart. And yet partake no venom, for his knowledge. Is not infected: but if one present. The abhorred ingredient to his eye, make known . How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his sides. With violent thefts. I have drunk, and seen the spider"

The thunderous bell woke Peter up with a shock, as it cut off the English teachers reading from "The Winter's Tale". Peter didn't care for the subject, so was relieved to find that lunch time had cut off the snore fest of "the deeper meaning" of Shakespeare. Peter stood up, grabbed his bag, and slung it around his back and onto his shoulder. He looked up to see Gwen Stacy. His heart sank as he saw her leave. He loved her snow white hair and her somehow natural glow that seem to make her stand out in a crowd.

Peter knew what to do. The scene had played out a thousand times in his head. Go up, ask her to science fair this Saturday, she says yes, mission accomplished. In Peter's head, it was simple. However, in reality, the whole thing was like running on sinking sand. The corridor was busy with students, crammed together like a packed suitcase. Peter could just see the top of Gwen's head disappear further into the organized riot. Peter picked up speed, till he was shoving his way through the student forrest. His eyes focused on Gwen, the rest of the world was a speeding blur. Therefore how could you blame Peter, so determined to get to the girl of his dreams, that he accidentally violently shoves Flash Thompson as he ran by. To anyone who attends Queens, Flash Thompson needed no introduction. The typical slow thinking, big headed jock, who was straight out of the nightmares for a typical, stay at home geek like Peter. Flash yelled after Peter, who had caught Flash off guard, and nearly pushed him right into his wide open locker. Peters heart ran as the idea of having Flash on his tail was something he'd rather avoid thinking about.

Suddenly, the crowd ended. Peter didn't see this coming, as he turned his head in shock. He found himself running into a trolley full of test tubes being moved from one science class to another. Peter closed his eyes, braced for impact. He crashed right over the trolley landing face first on the hall floor. The test tubes went crashing everywhere.

Peter re-opened his eyes, to see a blurry mess of colors. He'd lost his glasses. He looked up around him, and could just about see the sea of students gathered around to laugh at the whole incident. Peter didn't need his glasses to see Gwen was standing right infront of him. He couldn't tell if she was laughing as well. Peter liked to think she wasn't.

The teacher pushing the trolley shooed everyone off, demanding they leave the hall before anyone cuts themselves on the glass. He then went onto picking up the worst of it with a complete disregard for Peters aching body.

Peter had a rough look round, but could see no sign of his glasses till he found them suspended in mid air. As he put them on he realised he was given them by Gwen. As his eyes focused, he could see her face was presenting her most patronizing sympathetic face she had. Peter was humiliated.

"You okay?" Gwen asked.

Peter just stared into her hazel brown eyes. His mind raced with a thousand smart, funny, witty things to say in reply, however none of them surfaced to his mouth.

Gwen gave an uneasy smile. As she helped Peter to his feet. Peter's eyes never left hers the whole time. Gwen laughed.

"I know you, your in most my classes" Gwen tilted her head as if to see if a different angle of observation would get some kind of response from him.

Peter only grinned, which he could not imagine in anyway in his head looking anything more than creepy. Meanwhile Peter's head was screaming "ASK HER NOW! ASK HER NOW!"

There was an awkward silence. Peter's heart was drumming so fast, he became scared Gwen might be able to hear it.

"Do you wanna go get lunch?" Gwen suggested, trying every attempt to get some sort of reaction out of him.

"Yes" Peter said robotically. He was fully aware how pathetic he was looking right now, but couldn't find anyway to control himself.

Gwen smile grew wider after finally hearing a response. They walked towards the canteen, ignoring the annoyed teacher, clearing the mess after Peters foolish attempt to ask Gwen out.

Hey, it's working so far, Peter thought to himself.