This is my first Spiderman FF and I'm hoping that I did a pretty good job. I currently have around six chapters of this story finished, but I want to hear from you guys if it's something you want me to continue! There are a few scenes in the first few chapters that are from the new movie, but I felt it necessary to include them!

Flash.

Boney fingers grasped the old camera and slowly lowered it down. He waited for a few seconds before the picture slowly loaded on the small screen. His brain instantly began processing the image of the high school; add light there and a dull filter. Chewing on his lip, he raised the camera once more.

Flash.

A small smile crawled onto his features when he looked at the new picture. The quality was far better than the last. His eyes continued to scan the picture, but he suddenly felt his heart sink. "Hey, Parker!"

The one and only, Flash, was walking towards him. Peter sighed, knowing what was about to happen, and quite frankly, he wasn't in the mood for it. Setting his camera down on top of his backpack, Peter stood and waited until Flash was standing directly in front of him. "What do you want, Flash?"

"What's the matter, Parker? Did you bite off more than you can chew?"

Peter looked at the man in front of him with a confused expression. "What are you talking about?"

Flash grabbed the collar of Peter's shirt and pulled him towards his body. "Don't play games with me. I saw you taking pictures of my girl."

Peter glanced behind Flash and noticed Gwen Stacy standing at the top of the steps, covering her mouth with her hand. Peter felt the air fly out of his lungs from the sudden blow to his stomach. A small crowd began to form around the two as Flash threw the skinny teen onto the ground. "I thought I told you to keep your eyes to yourself?"

He gasped for air when another solid blow hit his abdomen. Flash continued to kick the teen on the ground and the crowd continued to chant, fueling him even more. He didn't know what had snapped, but when Peter slowly made it to his feet, the sudden surge of revenge pounded through his body. "You should've stayed on the ground, Parker."

"What's the matter, Flash? Bite off more than you can chew?"

Flash glared at the teen and landed a bold hit to Peter's temple and sent him straight to the ground. The crowd was silent for a minute, waiting to see what would happen. A smirk spread on Flash's lips as he went to kick the kid once more. His eyes widened when Gwen ran between the two. "Flash! That's enough!"

Peter slowly rolled onto his back, trying to catch his breath. "I'm not done with you, Parker!"

"Let's go, Flash!" Gwen pulled the teen away from the scene. "And how many times do I have to say, I'm not your girl?"

The crowd gave the teen on the ground one final glance before walking away like nothing had happened. Peter sighed and reached for his glasses that had fallen off during the scuttle. He had gotten used to the beatings. He would admit it. He wasn't popular or probably even known in the halls, but most of the time, he didn't care. He spent most of his time working on small projects. "Do you always let them beat you to a pulp?"

Peter glanced up and saw a man with short brown hair looking down at him. He traced his fingers along his tender temple. "Well, what else could I do?"

The man extended his hand and Peter gladly took it. He winced and immediately wrapped an arm around his abdomen. "Well, stand up for yourself for one thing."

Peter slowly stretched his arms, seeing just how bad it was. "Yeah, I'll get right on that. So, you're new?"

The man smiled and laughed. "I'm Eddie Brock."

Peter nodded as he looked at the new classmate. "I'm Peter Parker."

The two shook hands and began walking towards the school. "So, are you this school's only entertainment?"

Peter chuckled. "Depends on what your taste is. Say, what science class are you in?"

"AP Biology. Why?"

"Really? I'm in that class and we're going to the local labs tomorrow. You don't look like the science guy to me."

"My parents like to fund science projects if it peaks their interest. What about you? What do your parents do?"

"I don't know. My parents left when I was little and never came back."

"Just like that?"

Peter shrugged. "I don't remember much."

"I'd say it's almost the same for me, but it's … not. I see them whenever they decide to come home. They do frequent visits to labs around the world, trying to find the next break through."

The bell rang; meaning students had five minutes to get to their first class of the day. "Well, I'm off to English. Say, would you like to stop by my place for dinner? I basically live around the block at 631."

Eddie nodded. "Yeah, sounds great. And, um, you might want to stop by the nurse to get your head checked. You hit the ground pretty hard."

Peter waved before turning around and headed towards his locker. He slung his backpack over his shoulder before entering the combination for the lock. Grabbing his first course books, Peter then shut the locker door and walked down the hall and into the classroom. No one looked at him when he walked through the classroom doors, but then again, no one ever did. He was used to it, but it would be nice to have some sort of acknowledgement every once and awhile. Peter set his books onto his desk and the backpack onto the floor before taking a seat. He closed his eyes and rubbed his face. His head was pounding, and a matter of fact, so was his entire body. It was going to be a long day that much was certain. "Hey."

Peter looked up and saw Gwen turned around and looking right at him. He quickly checked each of his sides to make sure she was actually talking to him and not someone else. He fumbled with what to say and was sure he looked like a fish out of water gasping for air. "Um, h-hey!"

Gwen's face became one with concern. "Do you know who I am?"

"Oh, y-yeah. Of course! You didn't think I did?"

She tapped her head. "I wanted to make sure you still knew something. I saw you hit your head. You might have a concussion."

Peter grinned. "I'm fine."

"Oh okay. You still should get that checked though."

Peter started to laugh. "No really, I'm fine. It's not the first time."

Gwen sighed and shook her head. "I'm really sorry about Flash. I just wish you wouldn't stand there and take it."

The teacher walked in, ending the conversation. Peter slowly opened his books, but remained focused on the blonde-haired girl. Something about her made him forget almost everything. He shook his head. He liked her and there was no denying it. She was pretty and sweet and he was, well, him. He wasn't good enough for her, or probably any girl for that matter, but that didn't mean he had to stop trying.

Peter pulled the hood on his sweatshirt over his head before walking up the steps to his aunt and uncle's house. He gripped the strap to his and walked into the house. He casually walked in and went to the fridge to try and find something that would get him through until supper. "Peter, how was school?"

"Good," he answered, still searching the fridge.

"Did you learn anything exciting?" His aunt May asked.

"Nope."

Aunt May watched the teen carefully. Peter closed the fridge and started to walk towards the stairs. "Peter, wait. What's wrong?"

Peter stopped for a second and shrugged. "Look at me, Peter! Take off the hood and look at me!"

He stopped dead in his track and focused on the ground while he turned and faced his aunt. His hand shook as he gripped the hood and slowly pulled in from his head. Aunt May raised a hand to her mouth and looked at her nephew with wide, worried eyes. "Peter … what happened?"

"It's nothing, really. I just fell off my skateboard."

Aunt May let out a small sigh of relief as footsteps hurried up the basement stairs. Uncle Ben rushed around the corner and into the living room where the other two were standing. "What happened to you, Peter?"

"He fell off his skateboard," she sighed. "I don't know why you even attempt to do stuff like that."

"Because he's a teenager. We all did stupid things when we were young" Uncle Ben said.

"You're sure that you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

The doorbell rang, reminding Peter that he did invite Eddie over for dinner. He hurried over to the front door and opened it. Eddie stood there with the huge smile, which he was starting to notice he did it all the time. "Man, Pete, you weren't kidding when you said it was around the block."

Peter laughed and motioned Eddie into his house. "Uncle Ben, Aunt May, this is Eddie Brock. I invited him over for dinner. I hope you don't mind."

Aunt May smiled and shook Eddie's hand when he offered. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Brock. I sure hope you like spaghetti."

Eddie laughed. "Who doesn't?"

"I'll leave you two and go get started on dinner."

Peter led Eddie upstairs and into his room. He threw his backpack against his bed and closed the door once his friend had entered. Peter threw himself into the chair that sat in front of his computer and Eddie took a seat on the bed. Peter pressed the button next to his keyboard and watched the lock he had built move and then lock his door. Eddie stood from the bed and walked over to the door and studied the lock. "Man, you weren't kidding when you said you liked to build things. How long did it take you to do this?"

"Once I got all the pieces maybe two days? But then I had to calibrate it with the button and then get it to receive a transmission so that I could lock it from a distance."

Eddie laughed. "How come you're not in any of the science clubs at school?"

Peter looked down and bit his lip. "I'm sure you've figured out that I'm not the…most wanted guy to be around and clubs involve working as a group and most people don't like the thought of that." Peter gave a small laugh. "I'm more of a solo guy anyway."

"Solo guy, huh? Is that why there's a picture of Gwen on your computer?"

Peter's eyes flew open as he quickly fumbled with his computer, trying to hide his background. "I-It's the … drama team."

"Relax. She's a good looking girl."

A small knock on his door got their attention. "Peter, Eddie, dinner is ready."

Peter breathed a small sigh of relief. He hit the button that released the lock and the two hurried down the stairs.