Ring! Ring! My alarm clock disturbed my world of dreams. I groaned and slammed it off. Why did I even get an alarm clock if it annoys me more than anything else in the world? Ugh whatever! I got up and walked to my vanity expecting to see my bird's nest a.k.a my bed head. And guess what? There it is my tank top rode up my stomach now clinging to the skin above my belly button. My pajama shorts shifted revealing my pelvis that is marked with a tattoo. The tattoo read "Convertimini de amicitia nobis vim donat agni leonum" in Latin it means "Friendship gives us the strength to turn from lambs to lions." My doe-like hazel eyes, that turn green when the sun shines on them. I stared at my reflection, and suddenly it came back to me. Everything with Peter and Gwen. All of the betrayal and hurt I felt for the past week. My attention was now at the picture attached to my full body mirror of who used to be the most important people in my life. Peter Parker and Gwen Stacey. The people who have also brought my life to it's knees.

Flashback

I haven't heard from Peter and Gwen this whole weekend and I'm beginning to get worried. Peter Parker a.k.a Spiderman has been my boyfriend for one year and Gwen was my best friend, basically my sister. They ditched me yesterday when we were supposed to go to the science festival that was visiting NYC. Peter said that Aunt Mae needed help with the basement again and Gwen said that she had an essay to write. I offered to help them, but surprisingly they denied. Even though a million scenarios were running through my mind and doubts began to fill my conscious, I let it go. Now today I am heading to Gwen's house because she wasn't in school for Friday, neither was Peter, and I had to give them their homework. I walked down the busy New York sidewalk approaching Gwen's apartment building. I stepped inside and greeted the doorman. The lobby was all mahogany wood, with warm cream and yellow accents to compliment the wood really nicely.

For some odd reason I have been having a bad feeling all day and as i step into the elevator it intensified greatly. I press Gwen's floor and wait patiently for the doors to open once again. When they do, I head down the corridor and stop at Gwen's apartment. I knock on the door and less than a minute later, I am greeted by a chipper Mrs. Stacey. Even though she smiled, you can see the sadness and despair in her eyes after her husband's death. Her blond hair, the same as her daughter's, has lost it's bounce and volume. Choosing not to acknowledge it, I smile back at her brightly and give her a hug.

"Good morning, Mrs. Stacey. I came over to give Gwen her homework that she missed on Friday," I say politely.

"Of course, sweetheart. She's in her room and Peter's in there with her. They were here on Friday. Said that they were working on some project," Mrs. Stacey replied, happily.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Why would they be working on a project without me? Why wouldn't they tell me? Wait, I am freaking out for nothing. There is probably a reasonable explanation for this. They could have forgotten? Yeah, that's it, they forgot!

"Thanks, Mrs. Stacey," I reply. Her eyes sadden even more when I say Stacey and I instantly regret it. An awkward silence suddenly fills the air. I mentally face palm myself. To avoid the awkward any longer, I give her a bright smile and walk toward Gwen's room. On the way to her room I bump into her little brother, Paul. He looks at me with pity and walks to his room. What was that about?Whatever he is a weird teenage boy. I approach Gwen's door and the bad feeling is at it's peak. I feel it on my skin like pins and needles. My mind is screaming don't open it, but my heart is saying open it. Choosing the latter I suck in my fear and push the door open. My eyes are closed and I expect to open them to see Peter and Gwen looking at me like I'm a wierdo for just busting in, but I find the complete opposite.

What I see makes me wish that I gone with my instincts and didn't open the door. In front of me is Peter laying on top of Gwen's pale form kissing her. My heart is breaking in two and tears are streaming down my face. The homework worksheets that I was holding were now drenched in my tears. I can't believe two of the most important people in my life are hurting me the most. I am broken out of my depressing thoughts, by Gwen about to take Peter's shirt off. Even though I just want to run off and pretend I didn't see anything, I decide to make my presence known. I clear my throat, folding my arms around my chest, trying to feign the strength that I didn't have. The two freeze mid kiss and look toward the source of the noise.

"Isobel!" Gwen says in disbelief, surprise clear on her face. I make eye contact with both of them and they gasp in unison. The both begin to pale considerably and separate up whatever energy and strength that I have in me, I walk toward Gwen's desk and set down their homework.

"Mr. Clarkson told me to give you two your homework," i begin to say, choking down the sob that is threatening to come out, "and don't contact me ever again," I put my head down and the tears begin to stream down my face. Peter begins to walk toward me with tears in his eyes. He reaches out to bring me in by my waist. His hand comes in contact with my skin and sparks begin to fly throughout my body. I brush off his hand and rush to the door. I quickly leave the room and head toward the front door. Wiping my hand across my face, trying to stop the tears from flowing down my face.

How could they do this to me? And I actually thought Peter was different than all of the other guys I have dated. He promised to never hurt me. But obviously his promises mean nothing. They could have at least told me that they wanted to be together. I am brought back to reality by Gwen and Peter running after me calling my name. I ignore them and walk faster toward the elevator. While I'm waiting for the elevator they are gaining instance on me. I send a quick prayer to God that if he let me get through this whiteout them catching up to me I won't do anything bad for the rest of my life. And God answers my prayer by letting the legator on the twelfth floor. Peter and Gwen are now a good foot away from so I quickly step in and press the ground floor. Right as they get to the elevator the doors are already closing.

I step back and lean my head against the back of the elevator. I let the tears stream freely down my face. My chest hurts literally and figuratively, I can't take this. I let out an earth shattering sob that I cover my mouth with my shivering hand trying to muffle the sound. I finally open my eyes to see that we are on the second floor and I try to straighten myself up so no one would suspect anything. Finally the elevator opens and I am greeted with the guilty faces of Peter Parker and Gwen Stacey. The try to talk to me, but I visibly ignore them and leave the building. They start to follow me. I begin to panic and start to weave through the busy New York City sidewalks. When I look back I don't see them and I sigh in relief. I keep my head down and walk to my apartment.

When I reach my home I open the door, ignore all the greetings from my parents the pleads from my sister to play with her and head straight to my bedroom. Once I get there I slam the door shut and look for all of the photos of Peter, Gwen and I. When I find them I destroy every last memory of them, throw them against my wall, throw them away, and just rip them up. I don't want to be reminded of them. After I did all of the damage control everything that happen truly sunk in and bury my head in my pillow and cry. My phone starts ringing and vibrated indicating text messages and phone calls. I know who there from and turn off my phone.

Flashback Ends

When I break out of my awful flashback of last week, I realize that I have tears whelming up in my eyes. I wipe them away furiously and stare at myself dead in the mirror.

"You are stronger than this. You are not going to let this bring you down. You can always find a new best friend and boyfriend," I repeat the mantra to myself in the mirror. I am going to get my life back. I walk over to my nightstand and turn on phone, that has been off for the whole week. It even started to gather dust on it. As my messages and missed calls load I jump in the shower. I missed a whole week of school and my mom isn't going to allow me anymore days off. I put on my clothes, get my phone, say goodbye, to my family and head to school. My mom gave me a sympathetic look and told me to don't let what happened affect me. And my dad told me that I deserve better and he is glad to see me out of "zombie mode"

I walk to the subway and hear someone scream SPIDERMAN! I role my eyes at it and put my head down and hope he doesn't notice me. But obviously luck isn't on my side and I feel a shadow covering me and hear people yelling praise to the "Hero" I rush to get to my train, but am pulled into an alley. I look into white eyes. I struggle and try to get away, but he pins me with his hands on my waist. I stop the useless struggle and look down. He takes off his mask and his brown eyes look down at me. The brown eyes that I thought that I could get lost in day in and day out. The ones that have been haunting my dreams. The same chocolate brown eyes that med me weak in the knees. Those are the brown eyes that I fell in love with. I fell in love with brown-eyed Peter Parker.