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Chapter 1: Revenge is a Bitch

It had to be one of the hardest things I had ever done. Watching Gwen Stacy pour her heart out to me; yearning to be comforted by the one person she thought she could rely on. The rain had soaked her hair through, and by the way she kept pushing it behind her ears I could tell she thought she looked like a mess. I couldn't disagree more. The wet, messy, windblown hair looked like a beautiful blonde halo framing her perfectly shaped face. The umbrella in her hands hadn't really done anything to help, the rain was literally coming down sidewise. I remember how I was briefly distracted from the real problem at hand; that was until Gwen started reaching out for me. It was clear from her choked speech I had hurt her by not being around when she most needed me, but she was willing to forget all that for a simple comforting hug.

That was the last straw. If I gave into that embrace, if I stood there in the rain with her in my arms I would never let go. And I had to let her go, I had to keep my promise to Captain Stacy, and keep Gwen safe. So I pushed her away, I told her to go and that I couldn't do this anymore. And I felt like a complete asshole doing it. I watched as her eyes showed what little hope and healing I had started to see form as she stood on my front porch, shatter. Shit, why does it have to be me who breaks her heart? And that was the last of the two of us. I had made a promise to a dying man I couldn't break it…could I? No, I couldn't.

As Peter Parker I was a nothing, just a nerdy guy with a skateboard and a love for everything science-y. Now that guy, he could break promises and no one would care. But as Spiderman, the great New York hero, there was no way I could go back on my word. Little kids looked up to me. Criminals feared my mighty fists of justice. Well maybe not that but they were afraid of the weird guy that flies around in a spandex suit. And just my luck I had made my promise to the Captain in my suit, saving the city. I made my promise to stay away from his daughter, the only girl I had really ever loved, as Spiderman.

So call me a jerk. Call me an Asshole, call me whatever you want, because you're probably right. But as much as I wish I could have called Gwen back as she walked away from me that day and begged for forgiveness, I couldn't. Gwen and I were done, we had to be for her protection. I could tell you every little detail of that five minute conversation. I could tell you she was wearing an uncharacteristically casual outfit of jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket. I could tell you that her umbrella was blue with white poke-a-dots. I could tell you whatever you want because that was the day my happy little life ended.

Three Months Later

Gwen Stacy was out for blood. She wasn't normally the violent type; in fact she hated everything about a gun. But at this moment in time she was seriously considering it. She was going to kill him. Peter Parker was the biggest prick known to man. Apparently he couldn't even let her have a pain free first week of school. Oh no, he didn't think about anyone else but himself, so why would he even consider her feelings. She stormed through the halls of the school with such an atmosphere of anger and power, people were making a path for her. Gwen was so absorbed by her evil plotting that she didn't see her best friend, MJ, no more than six feet in front of her.

"Hot Damn Stacy, what's got your panties in a bunch?" MJ sure had a way with words.

"I'm going to kill him. Just straight up kill him," Gwen mumbled in response.

"Who are you talking about?"

"I'm thinking either a quick suppressed gunshot to the head, or a chemical bath so that he can slowly dissolve to death," she continued her evil plans. MJ looked her friend up and down real slow several times without saying a word. Gwen finally snapped at her when she started poking around her shoulders and neck. "What are you doing MJ?"

"I'm trying to find where the Crazy is leaking out of in order to fix you," her friend replied, continuing her pretend exploration of her friends face and upper body.

"Well would you stop it? I have places to be, people to slowly peel the skin off of," Gwen huffed as she stomped her way purposely towards to science hallway where Peter's locker was located. MJ sighed and followed her friend on her rampage through the halls.

"Would you at least tell me what's going on. What's the problem Stacy?"

"Parker that's what the problem is. That stupid, stupid boy has finally done it. Do you know what he did to me this time?" Her friend started to answer, but Gwen cut in before she could. MJ rolled her eyes and let her friend continue. "Lily told Jake to tell Macy to tell me that Tim said to her that Richard was told by Thomas that Peter said I was nothing to get worked up about and that he should forget me. Can you believe that?" Gwen finished her story and was staring at MJ, breathing heavily.

"Wait, who said what?"

"Ug, you're no help at all, you know that right?" Her friend shrugged her shoulders and Gwen didn't press any further because that had arrived at Peter's locker. She scanned that area, quickly locating her target. Peter was desperately trying to open his locker as the couple that was always there, was making out right on it. She remembered how Peter used to rant about them all the time when they were da-….never mind. She started to march up to him, but was beat by a certain meat-head basketball player.

"Yo, Parker what's the big idea telling all the little squirts to call me Eugene?" Flash barked at Peter. However the geeky teenager didn't turn around. This just got the bigger boy angrier. Flash grabbed the back of Peter's backpack and whipped him around. "Hey Nerd, didn't you hear me…NO? Well let me make this clearer," Flash picked Parker up and threw him up against the lockers. The side of Peter's face crashed against the lockers so hard, when he turned around blood was dripping down his forehead.

"Peter!" Gwen started to rush forward but MJ grabbed her. She looked back at her and MJ gave a slow shake of her head. He wasn't her responsibility anymore. Old habits die hard, she thought.

"What the Hell Flash! Are really that insecure about yourself that your biggest weakness is your name? Come on, even I'm not that much of a wuss, and we all know how amazing I am," Peter was so angry that he was practically spitting. Gwen watched Peter take a deep breath to say something else, but he never got to. When he turned around to face Flash, his fist came so fast Gwen was sure not even Peter's enhanced senses could have seen it coming. Flash's fist collided with Peter's face to hard, the skinny brown haired boy spun around.

The punch came out of nowhere; I didn't know it was coming until it was too late. There was so much force behind it that I'm sure I looked like some cartoon character with my head spinning all the way around, a few stumbled steps, until I land (ass first) on the ground facing the wrong way. Everything hurt and I was just plain tired, so I gave up and slumped to the floor. I closed my eyes for a second and just lay there and tasted the blood in my mouth. The last thing I really remember was someone yelling my name, then….nothing but black.