Hey there, Spidey-fans. It's your friendly neighbourhood Spiderman. I am not your ordinary teenager. Well I was before I was bitten by a radioactive Spider on a field trip. Now I am your outgoing active arachnid hero who puts New York before homework.

Normally, kids would spend they're Saturday in bed or playing videogames but not me. My Saturdays are usually spent roaming over New York or busting villains with my new recruited teammates, Nova, White Tiger, Iron Fist and Powerman (don't ask). This is not one of those Saturdays.

Today, I have to meet up in a diner with one of my least favourite people in the world.

Katara Enchano.

And just so you know; that is a name. Well at least she says it is.

Katara is one of the most annoying people I have ever met. She's worse than Deadpool, Nova and Fury during his grumpy days combined. I don't even know where to start.

How about for starters; she's crazy. I know you must be thinking 'what kind of crazy'. Are we talking about 'stupid crazy' or 'psychopathic killer crazy'? Well the answer is both.

One time she punctured a blimp we were on with her sword on purpose while it was hovered over a volcano just to hear the weird 'wooshing' sound balloons make when you release the air. And she decapitated a civilian just because he squeezed her ass. Honestly, girls can be too sensitively aggressive when they want to.

Another reason why I can't stand her is because she is constantly embarrassing me at school. Like just last week she called me gay and my ex-girlfriend, MJ, a lesbian. And her laugh… her laugh is so annoying like a hyena bleeding to death. And the sick thing is that… I… I somehow find it teensy-weensy bit attractive.

I also hate her because she's the only person who can leave me speechless. Yes, there have been sometimes when other people shock me and leave me standing like a moppet but there hasn't been anyone who has left me speechless every single time I meet them. It's freaking embarrassing.

I stand outside the café, leaning against a window that is blocked from the inside by a shelf. Dumb design.

I glanced down at my Communi-Cuff. It flickered onto 16:41. She's late. Twenty-one minutes late to be exact. She said to meet up at 16:20. Where could she be? I should be roaming the city for minor criminals now.

I sighed.

Why did I ever agree to a bet against the daughter of a professional conman? The clouds above start to turn a stormy grey. All weather predictions point to rain.

Lots of it.

I flip the hoodie over my dark brown hair. I head into the café. Aunt May would blow a fuse if she found out that I got caught in the rain.

I push open the see-through door, hearing the bell ring briefly above me. I walk along the narrow pathway between the tables and chairs push to the side.

My eyes open wide as I see one of the few people in the café. Katara is sitting on a table by herself, looking down like the weather, circulating the rim of a glass of water.

"What the Hell!" I can't control my anger as I approach the table. I slide into chair opposite her with a look of total shock and disgust merged into one.

"You're late. You actually had me worried that you weren't going to show," She says calmly, barely glancing at me before returning her attention to the full glass of water.

"I'm late? I've been standing outside this stupid restaurant waiting for you. Where have you been?" I snap at her.

"Petey, keep your voice down," She mutters.

I don't need to turn around to know that I have the attention of everyone in the café. I lean back in the chair and cover my face with my hoodie as much as I can to conceal the redness spreading over my cheeks.

A waitress with red hair tied back in a very loose and messy bun comes up to us with notepad and pencil.

"What would you like to order, sir?" The red head has a very thick Texas and it takes me a few brief moments to work out what she's said.

"I don't know. Cornflakes," I mutter.

"And I'll have tea," Katara says pushing her glass of water away.

The waitress walks away whilst scribbling down our order. There is only silence between Katara and me before the waitress returns with a bowl of cornflakes, a carton of milk, a cup of tea and cutlery.

I empty the milk cartoon into my bowl, not caring if it overflows. I pick up a spoon and stir it slightly only to place it back on the table again.

I look up at Katara eyeing her tea with a worried expression.

"Do you want to share this with me?" I ask her, beckoning my cornflakes.

Katara immediately picks up my spoon and ladles my cereal and pops it in her mouth.

"Why did you order Cornflakes, anyways?" She says with a mouthful of cereal.

"To prove that this isn't a date," I reply.

"It can still be a date with Cornfl-"

"No, this is not a date," I cut her off. "It is just a hangout between two Frenemies who don't have any feelings for each other but hatred. Lots and lots of hatred. Cold, hard, steel hatred."

"I don't hate you."

I can't help but feel blood burn through the skin of my cheeks. Damn it!

"Well, uh… I-I hate you." I am so flustered that I can't think of anything to say but that. How pathetic am I?

"Is it?"

"Yes, it is."

That's another thing I can't stand about her. Sometimes, when you tell her a statement she answers it with 'is it?' as to show that she isn't paying attention or she isn't listening. Even though, most of the time, it's not even grammatically correct.

"If you hate me so much then why are we on a date?"

"Because you conned."

"Being right isn't conning," She says, toying with her long blonde hair.

"It is if one person thinks that the other person is completely delusional."

"How is it my fault that you have no imagination?"

"The bet was that if you could prove that leprechauns existed, I would have to be your slave for a day. You even wrote a contract. And how was I supposed to know that leprechauns are actually real."

"Spend the day with Iron Fist."

"Is there a reason why you forced me on this date," I almost choke on saying the word 'date'.

"I want to get to know you better." She sends another spoonful of my food in her mouth.

"No, seriously."

"Yes, seriously. I want to get to know you better," She repeats.

"Why do you want to get to know me?"

"Because I think that our feuding is making a dent in our battles."

"What dent? You just kill or try to kill every person we come across."

"And whether I succeed or fail on killing, you still yell at me at the end."

"Because you never listen to me." I hear our voices gradually getting louder.

"Why should I listen to you? You ain't the boss of me."

"No, but I am the leader of the team."

"But you ain't the boss me."

"No, but-

"But, you ain't the boss of me, though."

"No, but-

"But, you ain't the boss of me, though."

"No, but-

"But, you ain't the boss of me, though."

"FINE!" I snap. "I ain't the boss of you."

"Then why did you say you were the boss of me?"

"I never said I was the boss of you."

"Well, sha' up, then."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"Doesn't have to 'cause you ain't the boss of me."

I growl fiercely at her. She makes me so mad sometimes. I stare at the table trying to control my anger. I even try counting to ten in my head. Eventually, the anger flushes out of my system.

Katara puts the spoon on the table and shifts the almost empty bowl of cornflakes to the side. She leans in closer to me, basically stretching her tunic across the table. Her face is so close to me that I can see my reflection in the pupils of her eyes.

"You know our yelling is affecting your team," she whispers.

"You already said that."

"No, I mean that our feud is making your teammates feel uneasy."

"As if you know anything," I bark at her.

"I know that it makes Nova annoyed, it makes White Tiger irritated, it makes Iron Fist uncomfortable and it makes Powerman feel like the cute vein in your forehead will pop out every time you blow a fuse."

"What vein?"

"Never mind." She slips back into the chair. She leans against the chair and stairs out of the window with a miserable expression.

Hold on a minute. Let me just pause you there. I apologize to the readers who were expecting this psychopath to be doing crazy things and coming up with unsanitary ideas but today she seems… off. Like someone has shut off her wacky imagination.

"Katara… I-I-Is something bothering you?" I stammer.

"N-Nothing," She says without looking at me.

"Y-You know if anything is on your mind you can tell me about it. I don't mind."

"I said it's nothing," She says calmly.

"It's definitely something."

"I was mugged," Katara says sarcastically.

"Katara!" I say fed up.

"I was raped."

"Katara!"

"I was robed."

"Katara!"

"I just found out that one of my allies hates me."

"Kata- wait what?" I say with a sudden change of tone.

"Yes, he can barely even look at me." I think I can hear a lump forming in her throat.

"Kat I-

"He even said that he wish I would just die." A tear trickles down one of her cheeks.

"Kat, I'm sorry."

"And he once said that I was a psychotic bitch that rose from Hell." Katara hides her tears in the palms of her hands.

"Katara, I didn't mean that."

"And… And." She bursts into tears. She sinks her head into her arms. Her wails echo around the room and once again, all eyes are on me.

I try my best to ignore all the disgusted stares that head my way. I rest my hand on her arm to try to comfort. I had no idea that beneath that craziness she possessed was a sensitive, hurting girl. I know that I said those things when I got really mad at her but I didn't think she would take them so seriously.

"Katara, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I didn't think you would take those insults so earnestly. The last thing I would want to do was hurt your feelings."

Katara's weeping sound more and more like laughing.

"Psych!" Katara muffles from within her arms.

She raises her head, laughing. I can't tell whether the tears in her eyes are tears from laughter.

"Katara, I can't believe you!" I shout at her.

"Well, start believing," She giggles her annoying yet cute laugh.

"You are so despicable. You fucking she-devil bitch that rose from hell…" My trails off. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Katara stares at me with wide blue eyes and enlarging pupils. She is leaning forward on the table with her head in her hand, gazing at me dreamily and her cheeks are slightly flushed.

"What?" I ask uncomfortably.

"You know that you look cute when that happens."

"When what happens?"

"When your ears turn completely red with anger."

I instantly cover my ears with my hands, ignoring my burning cheeks.

"That just makes you cuter," She says lightly.

"I'm leaving," I declare, standing up.

"Wait! At least let me finish my tea."

"You drink tea?" I say, not bothering hiding the doubt in my voice.

"Well I will if that will make you stay."

I sit back down.

"Ok then, drink it all in one." I smirk.

She eyes the now cold cup of tea on the right side of her. I could hear her throat moan a gulp from where I am sitting. She leisurely picked up the cup from the handle. She pulls it to her lips and without warning, chugs the entire cup down her throat in whole.

She slams the empty cup back on the table. She makes gagging noises as if she had just drunk poison.

"There! I did it," She pants.

"Goodbye," I say with a grin.

I stand up and leave the café before Katara could make another deal with me.

I was right. It is raining. The sky was as grey as my mood. The rain pours heavily and sinks into my hoodie and dampens my brown hair.

Suddenly, I don't feel the rain stain my hair anymore. I look up to see if the rain has abruptly lightened up, but instead I see a white umbrella shadowing over me.

I turn around to see Katara holding the umbrella above my head, her hair quickly soaking in the rain.

"We wouldn't want to piss of your Aunt May, now would we?" She giggles.

I don't see how that was funny.

She presses the handle of the umbrella in my hand. I open my mouth to demand her to take it back, when she leans in and kisses my cheek. She spins around on her heel and walks quickly out of sight. And once again I am left here looking like a moppet and incredibly speechless.

Fucking psychopathic blonde bitch.