yayy it's a Harry Osborn fic! No, I don't own spiderman. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfics. Only own my OC, reviews, favs and follows are always appreciated! Enjoy ^_^

"Jade!" Aunt May pounded on my door and I groaned, rolling over to try and get deeper into the covers. I might have rolled the wrong way...and fallen on my face...on the wood floor. "What was that?! Are you okay!"

I moaned, pushing myself up into a sitting position and called back to her, "Yep, I'm fine Aunt May. I'll be ready in a few minutes."

Sighing, I tripped over to my closet and tugged out a light pink, thick-strapped, flower-patterned day dress and a knitted, white sweater. After pulling those on, I stumbled to the bathroom and brushed my teeth hurriedly, putting in my contacts.

I glanced in the mirror and stared at my eyes. The contacts did a good job of hiding my heterchromia. One terrifyingly bright green eye and one sky blue, I opted for having blue eyes, so I had one colored contact and one clear contact.

Running a smooth line of liquid eyeliner across my upper lid took several minutes longer than it should have, but it had to be done.

Actually no it didn't, but for whatever reason, a solid black line across my eye made me feel twenty times better about my appearance. Ridiculous. I know.

Finally awake enough to not trip everywhere, I stepped into my room and searched the horribly messy floor for my white knee socks and found them surprisingly quickly.

"Hey, seaweed." Peter called as he sauntered past my room.

"Sup four-eyes." I smirked at his retreating form. "Hey, wait! Have you seen my brown boots?"

"Aren't they by the front door?" he yelled back as Aunt May yelled at us to stop screaming.

I snickered and grabbed my backpack, racing past Peter to get downstairs."Good morning, Aunt May." I smiled, kissing her cheek sweetly as I stepped into the kitchen and grabbed the bagel she had put out for me.

"Oh, hurry up you two! You're going to be late!" she waved her hands around frantically and swatted at Peter as he tried to hug her.

"What? Don't be ridiculous! It's only like...eight thirty...huh. Hey, Pete, we're gonna be late." I grinned cheekily and he laughed, grabbing his backpack and slinging it on.

Aunt May huffed and put her hands on her hips. "It's the last month, could you two try and be on time."

"Fine." I sighed dramatically, biting down on my bagel and hopping around trying to get my boots on.

Peter grabbed my arm and waved to Aunt May. "Farewell! We love you! We'll try and be on time!"

As we walked down the sidewalk, I crossed my arms over my chest and glanced at him. "Are we gonna be on time, Pete?"

He smirked down at me and nodded. "You bet we are. Hold on tight, seaweed."

I grinned and held on as we took off across the city. It was breathtaking. No, literally. It was really hard to breathe whilst hurtling through the air at god knows what velocity. I had no idea how Pete did it all day, every day.

Within minutes, we were in front of the school and walking up the steps. "How does no one notice?" I mumbled incredulously.

Peter gave me a weird look. "Do you want them to notice? You want my cover to be blown?!" he teased. "I knew it! You were always out to get me! We should have never taken you in off the cold, wet city street!"

"Oh shove it." I laughed, smacking his chest. "Aunt May and Uncle Ben got me from an adoption agency and you know it."

"Oh, yeah. Sure they did. That's what they told you." he grinned as Gwen came up beside us.

"Do you two ever stop fighting?" she asked with a smile.

We looked at each other and then back to her, speaking in unison. "Nope."

"Jade!" I looked up but saw no one, seeing as I am barely five-three and everyone in my high school was a fucking mountain. "Jade!"

"Who in the hell..." I trailed off, seeing Flash pushing his way towards me. Peter rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"I still have no idea why you're dating him. There are so many other options. Better options!" Gwen elbowed him in the side as Flash finally reached us.

I smiled up at him and he grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey, babe." I smirked and kissed him on the mouth just to annoy Peter.

"Yes, yes. You two are disgusting, I get it." Peter groaned, walking away with Gwen.

I smiled and took Flash's hand in mine. "I love you, Peter!" he raised his hand in acknowledgment. "Have a good day!" he kept his hand raised. "Make good choices!"

At that he turned around and flashed me a grin. "Me? Make good choices?" he turned back around and called over his shoulder, "Never!"

Laughing, I walked down the hallway with Flash. "So, we're hanging out after school today right?"

"Flash," I frowned, stopping in front of my first block. "You know I have work every day except Sunday."

He sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Yeah, I know..I just thought maybe.." he looked like a puppy...aww.."You could skip?"

"Flash-"

"Just this one time!" I started shaking my head. "Oh, come on, Jade. I never see you anymore. We only see each other at school and on Sundays." he placed his hands on my waist and tugged me closer. "It's not enough."

I smiled up at him and kissed the end of his nose. "You know I can't. Besides, you have practice after school. I'll call you tonight."

I walked into Oscorp and flashed my name badge. "Hey, Gwen! Hold the elevator!" I called and jogged over to her, stepping in with a smile.

"How was today? We didn't get a chance to talk at lunch." she said, re-adjusting her bag and files.

"It was pretty good. Flash keeps trying to get me to skip work." I sighed, pressing my fingertips to my forehead.

The automated female voice asked for the floor number. "Seventy-eight." I spoke clearly.

"Sixty-three." Gwen piped. "Well at least it's Friday, you'll get to see him in a couple days."

I let out a deep breath. "Yeah, but what's the point Gwen? I mean honestly, I'm going to try and get Mr. Osborn's help with college, Flash probably isn't going to college and if he is, it'll be for basketball. High school is gonna be over in a few weeks."

"You two have been together for almost two years." she furrowed her brow, turning to look at me. "Are you sure you want to break up with him?"

I moaned into my hands and shook my head. "Ugh, no. I just don't see the relationship going anywhere, you know?"

The elevator dinged and Gwen moved to get out. "Hey, let's get dinner tonight after work okay? We'll talk more."

"Yeah, okay. Call when you're ready." I said as the doors closed and continued up the building.

Did I want to break up with him? He was sweet, despite last year. He'd really turned himself around since then. I was proud of him. He tried very hard to keep his temper in, he was doing much better in school, he never tried to push me to do anything I wasn't comfortable with. Not to mention his stunning good looks and basically god-like body. So why did I want to break up with him?

I bit my lip and tugged on a strand of my loosely curly, died, teal hair.

Stepping out of the elevator, I made my way towards Mr. Osborn's penthouse and walked into his dark room quietly.

"Mr. Osborn, you haven't taken your pills." I sighed, getting the small paper cup from the nightstand and handing them to him. "I'll get you a glass of water."

I returned a moment later with the water and waited patiently for him to finish the pills and the glass before taking the containers away.

"Is something troubling you, Mr. Osborn?" I questioned. He was unusually quiet and complacent today. Normally he would comment on the absurd color of my hair, or how I should wear more formal clothes to work, or he would knock the pills to the ground and refuse to take them.

He looked up at me and blinked. "You mean besides dying?" his voice was weaker than yesterday.

"Yes, besides dying." I smirked, crossing my arms.

He sighed and tried to sit up higher, failing several times before allowing me to help him. "My son is coming back soon. I'll have to explain everything to him."

Harry was coming back? Finally! "That's..wonderful, sir."

He must have noticed my excitement because he smiled weakly and shook his head. "You two and Peter were all very close, weren't you."

"Yes, sir." I nodded.

He held up a trembling hand. "Look at me, Jade. Look at what the disease is doing to me." I gave him a sad look, he wasn't always the nicest man, but I would honestly be sad to see him die. "I need you to promise me now, Jade."

"Promise you what, Mr. Osborn?"

"Promise me that you'll be here for my boy. Promise me you'll take care of him." I knew he cared about Harry, but sending him away to boarding school wasn't the best way of showing his affection.

I furrowed my brow. "I understand he's always been a bit of a brat, but he's nearly twenty. Shouldn't he be able to take care of himself?"

His hollow chuckle turned into a cough and I rushed to get him another cup of water, but he waved it away. "The disease," oh no...please don't say what I think you're gonna say. "It's hereditary."

"Oh." was all I could choke out.

"Promise me, Jade." he looked sternly into my eyes.

I nodded hurriedly. "I promise."