Chapter 4
Gwen sat behind her mirror. She was putting some mascara on. Peter landed on the fire escape and looked at her. For a moment he forgot how angry he was. Not just angry at his aunt but angry at life. His entire life was a mess, it always has been. Since the death of his parents, he had lived with the idea that life was never going to be good. Every time something great was about to happen in his life he was convinced that it wouldn't last for long. That's why he was afraid to lose Gwen any time soon. The good times already had lasted for too long.
But as he looked at her, all of those thoughts disappeared. She was so pretty and worry-free. She had no idea about the cruel world Peter lived in every day. That was one part of why she is so pretty. When he looked at her, then for a second, just a second, he forgot the world he lived in and entered hers. The world where they were just two teenagers who were on their way to a party. Only caring about what they would wear tomorrow or who they would ask to prom.
He loved her, more than he actually should.
She stopped when something caught her eye in the reflection of the mirror. She turned around and looked at peter when she opened her window. He stepped inside her room and she gave the finishing touch to her make-up.
'Ready to go?'
'Ready to go.' She replied.
The music was loud, so loud they did start hearing it three blocks ago. The door was open and everybody was dancing, kissing, playing games or drinking.
'Parker!' Flash shouted after he saw him and Gwen. Peter just waved and looked away. Flash walked towards them and stopped in front of Peter.
'Hey man, I'm sorry about today…I….I didn't know…'
'It's cool, I'm sorry too.' Peter said easy. Peter came to have a great time with his girlfriend, not to be up sad about everything that had happened. Flash smiled en grapped both of their hands and dragged them further into Lizz's living room.
'Come on, it's time to get crazy.'
Peter looked at the little glass in his hand. Come on one more! He thought. He drank it at ones and Flash cheered. He was having fun. The headache tomorrow was gonna be so worth it. He was looking over at Gwen, she was even more wasted then he was. She was jumping up and down on the kitchen table while some girls shouted her name cheerfully. He wasn't surprised about Gwen's drunk-behavior. He had seen her drunk before. She always got loud and unpredictable. He loved it when she was that crazy sometimes. He smiled at her and she winked at him in a funny way.
'One more!' Flash screamed. Peter raised his empty glass as one of the guys refilled his and flash's . Gwen stumbled of the table and walked over to Peter. Peter threw his now empty shot glass to Flash and walked with her as Gwen led them to the stairs.
'Parker!' shouted all of the guys that he left behind. Some whistled because everybody knew what was about.
'Hey Gwen are you okay?' peter asked when Gwen had trouble walking up the stairs. She nodded and stumbled on. They reached Lizz's bedroom and Gwen closed the door behind Peter. Peter instinctively took his shirt off. Gwen stared at him for a moment her eyes tracing up and down his body. Like she did every time he took his shirt off. His body was quite muscular, nobody could blame her for looking. She came closer to him and put her head on his chest while he slipped his hands under her top and stroked her back. She hummed under his touch and traced patterns on his chest with her hands. She stepped back and took her top off. Revealing her black lacy bra. Peter couldn't help but stare and smile. As she began kissing him his brain started working again. Peter and Gwen never been any further than kissing and touching. He knew he didn't had protection with him. And he remembered how Gwen talked about not being ready yet three weeks ago. He froze under that memory. Gwen started kissing his neck and placed her hands on his belt.
Maybe she is ready now, I mean it's been three weeks since she said that. A voice in his head said.
Could be. But you know Gwen! She's drunk and not thinking strait! Stop it here and make sure she gets home safely. Said another one.
Peter would like to give in to the first voice but he just couldn't. This was Gwen, the girl he loved dearly. If she wanted to wait he would respect that.
He took her hands off him and sat her down on the bed. He grapped his shirt and her top of the ground and tried to put hers on her again while he sometimes looked unnoticeable at her chest again. And maybe again. He stood up and left the room to get his phone that he left downstairs. As he walked past the partying teenagers Flash caught up with him and held his arm.
'Parker? You're done fast.' he joked.
Peter smiled at him. 'Nothing happened Flash.' He said calmly but still smiling. Peter caught Flash staring at the left side of his face.
'Where do ya actually got that from?' He suddenly noticed.
Peter remembered that he had a deep cut on his left cheek. 'Uh…You know…Skateboarding you know.' Peter stumbled as more people tried to listen what he had to say. It seemed like a lot of people were curious of where Peter got all his bruises and wounds.
'I don't see you skateboard that often anymore.' Flash stated.
'Just sometimes… I do..' Peter said before he turned to the stairs and walked back towards Lizz's bedroom. When he almost reached the last step Flash shouted: 'Wow Parker, your leg is bleeding man!'
Shit the bullet!
Everybody looked at Peter and he felt how some blood was dripping down his leg leaving a big dark mark on his jeans.
It must have somehow started bleeding again.
'Oh I'm fine Flash thanks.' He said slightly smiling. He ran upstairs before anyone else could ask any more questions. He closed the door behind him and saw that Gwen had fallen asleep on the bed. He picked her up before leaving through the window.
When he lied Gwen down on her bed he felt in his pockets. He probably would have some angry voicemail messages from aunt May. As he felt he discovered he had left his phone at Lizz's house. In the heat of all the question he had still forgot the thing he had come downstairs for.
'Shit!' he said quietly. He would later that night come back for it.
