I know Spider-Man.

I know what you're thinking. That I saw him once and suddenly I'm like, best friends with him. Maybe he saved my life or something. But no, it's nothing like that. I see him on a regular basis. He hates all of the teachers I do, eats the same horrible cafeteria food that I do, and agonized over the exact same grades that I do.

I just don't know who he is.

I'm no idiot. It's obvious he goes to my school. How many times exactly has he popped out of the woodwork exactly when Electro's holding the place hostage? This is the only main school around the place where he hangs around, and his voice is way too squeaky to be anywhere above high school age. Toss in the fact that he always takes forever to show up whenever Doc Ock appears during school hours, and you've got yourself a Midtown High Spider-Man.

I have to say, the thought entertains me when I'm bored at school. The idiot jock laughing with his friends. Is the idiocy a simple façade? The geek poking at his food at the far end of the table. Could he be taking revenge on all of the bullies in the world? Could it even be an average girl, the best disguise of all? I have no idea, and it would ruin all of the fun if I ever found out. It's far more entertaining thinking that your best friend who ditched you during a Rhino attack could be Spider-Man then actually knowing it. After all, what else would I do, standing on the almost deserted street corner, check my watch?

Ugh, Peter is so getting it when he comes back.