Everything Has Changed Chapter 1, a spider-man fanfic

A/N: So, my last Spider-man ff went to a total waste. I ended up deleting it because I realized I messed up the whole plot and I couldn't figure out any way to repair it. But, I figured out one (the whole story). But without further or due, here is my attempt at writing another Spider-man ff.

'But those are the best kind.'

That simple phrase rang through Gwen's head since first period. Those six simple words. They meant so much to her. She needs to talk to him. She can't take this anymore. All of him avoiding her. And if her dad really wanted her to be happy, don't you think he would've let her be happy? Regardless of the consequences? If anything, keeping her safe is not keeping her away from Peter, it's hurting her more.

She sighed slightly at the thought of her dad. She really shouldn't think so bad of him. She loves him, and she misses him, and hates the fact that she's thinking so bad about him because of this whole situation with Peter. Everything went back to Peter.

By the time lunch came, Gwen grabbed her lunch and ate it quickly. She needed to talk to Peter. She needed to tell him how much she misses him, in hopes he misses her. Now was her only chance.

She got up and walked around the outdoor lunch area, looking for the boy with the disheveled, yet perfect, hair and the same black sweatshirt. She smiled slightly as she saw him, but it quickly faded as she saw who – or as she likes to think, what – was sitting next to him. She stopped dead in her tracks, her face as white as a sheet.

Mary Jane. She was best friends with her. Until she started hitting on every guy possible. She dated one of Gwen's co-worker, and friend, Harry Osborne. She completely used him. He would spoil her and she would take advantage of it. It got on Gwen's nerve so much. Harry's a nice guy, he shouldn't have to be used by the whore known as MJ. She clenched her teeth and walked as calmly and collected as she can pull off.

"Peter. We need to talk." Gwen said simply, sitting across from the two of them. She looked over at MJ, who was already glaring at her. "Alone." Gwen added, smirking slightly. MJ rolled her eyes and looked back at Peter. "See you later, Tiger." she murmured before walking away. Gwen nearly gagged at the nickname; and by the looks of it, Peter looked like he hated it too.

"Peter, about what you said this morning..." "It meant nothing..." he mumbled, clearly under the impression that she didn't approve of it or something. She sighed. "I was going to say that it's been bugging me all day so far... I don't know what this is, or what you're trying to do, but whatever it is-" "It needs to stop. Yeah, yeah, I got it." he mumbled and stood, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. "Peter! Would you let me finish one sentence?!" She said, raising her voice slightly, drawing little attention.

He looked around before sitting back down. "What?" he said, his voice cold. She leaned in and kept her voice quiet, "I don't know what the hell happened, but I want to know and I want to know now." she murmured, her tone firm. She had to admit, she didn't really like ganging up on Peter like this. But she needed answers. "Gwen, I have no idea what you're talking about." he mumbled. She rolled her eyes.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to talk to me?"

"Well, we broke up when.. last week? So about a week."

Gwen couldn't believe her ears when she heard that. It nearly broke her heart. He seemed like stone and definitely not the Peter that whispered to her this morning. She bit the inside of her lip. "What happened to you? What happened to the romantic and finny guy that I fell in love with?" she said quietly, the last part slipping out. "Wait.. Pete-"

"You...you love me..?" He asked, his voice quiet. She chewed on the inside of her lip. "Of course I do..." she breathed. He looked at her, "Look, Gwen, I think it's best if we just keep apart for now... I don't want you getting hurt." he said, sincerity in his voice as he picked up his things and left.

She closed her eyes and put her head in her hands. She felt a hand on her shoulder and hoped it was Peter. "Everything okay?" the voice asked, clearly not Peter. It was Harry. She nodded slightly. "Fine." she mumbled, still avoiding eye contact. "Clearly it's not." replied Harry, his voice soft with a light chuckle on the end, which made her smile.

She looked at him as the bell rang. "I'm fine. Come on, let's go to class.." she murmured, a small smile on her lips as she took her bag and walked inside with him.

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BREAKING NEWS: SPIDER-MAN DEAD OR ALIVE?

The title flashed on top of the television screen. Gwen was home alone with Simon and Howard, her two younger brothers. Her mom was out with her older brother, Phil, for a ceremony for boy scouts. Her mother always hated when she watched the news now, but she had to. She had to make sure Peter was okay. But easily covered it for homework.

Gwen had her arms wrapped around Simon on the couch and Howard was on the floor, leaning up against the couch, all of their eyes fixated on the television. The reports came in along with all of the footage, it all taking place on the bridge. The same bridge that the first citing of the Lizard was.

There was some new creature. He was green and purple with yellow eyes. Gwen looked down at Simon and was thankful he was already asleep. He probably would've gotten nightmares.

She returned her attention back to the television. They were showing a clip of the creature on a hover board throwing some boomerang-like object at Spider-man multiple times before making him completely wipe out and fall off the bridge. Gwen's eyes widened and the footage cut, switching to a commercial break. She took a deep breath before picking up Simon. "Come on Howie, bed. Now." she murmured, walking Simon into his and Howard's shared bedroom.

Once she got them to sleep, she went back out and looked for any updates. They finally said Spider-man was nowhere to be seen and she quickly shut off the TV. She needed to stop worrying about him. He clearly didn't care about her. Well, he didn't seem to act like it. She sighed and got a quick glass of water before heading back into her room.

And that's when she saw him, already waiting for her, on her fire escape. A small smile came acroos her lips as she shut her door and made her way over to the window. Sure, he looked the worst she'd ever seen him, but he was alive. And that's all that mattered to her.