Philip's chubby form fills the doorframe as he looks at me and Peter semi-intertwined in the empty Biology classroom wearing a look of utter shock. Peter's arms drop from around my waist as I turn to look at Philip.

"Didn't I tell you not to call me Gwendolyn?" I say. Who does this kid think he is? "And what are you doing in here anyway? Don't you have class?"

"Actually, I'm a hall monitor during my free periods." Philip replies hastily, holding up a laminated badge that is hanging from his neck.

"Well this isn't exactly a hall, Philip is it?" Peter pipes in. I smack him in the arm and he winces, and I remember that that's the arm he got stabbed on. "Sorry Peter." I say, rubbing his forearm as he looks down at me and gives me a pained look.

"It is Philip, and who are you, exactly?" Philip replies rather snootily actually, and I feel the sudden urge to giggle.

"Peter Parker."

"Splendid. And do you happen to have study hall on this period with Ms Stacey, Mr Parker?"

"Wait. Hold up. How do you know I have study hall this period?" I say, backing away from Peter and turning to face Philip completely.

"I checked your schedule at the front desk last week, Gwendolyn."

"Don't call me that. And I'd like it if you could tell me why you would do such a thing?"

"Well, so umm, I could know when you're free to tutor me?"

I let out a scoff and grab Peter by the hand and lead him to the door way, walking at a hasty pace.

"Wait! I have to give you your detention slip!" Philip says, hurrying after me. I spin around in a huff to face him.

"Philip. You aren't giving us detention." I say, looking him in the eyes. He just looks back at me a bit funny and whispers, "Okay."

I spin around on my heel once more and head towards the library with Peter in tow. After we climb the first flight of stairs, Peter burst into laughter and plants his feet on the ground, lurching me to a stop. I turn around and start laughing too at the sheer ridiculousness of what just happened.

"Was that the Philip you've been tutoring?" Peter asks, and I nod at him between guffaws. "Well, he doesn't seem like the type to need tutoring."

"Oh really? And how would you know?"

"Well I look the type!"

"I actually wouldn't mind tutoring you."

"Hmm." He says, taking my hand into his and squeezing it tight. I loosen my hand from his grip and head towards the library. I quickly walk towards the library before Peter could cut me off, and I finally reach the library's entrance, but as soon as I'm about to set foot inside, I feel something sticky fall and me as I get forcefully pulled upwards.

I cling on to Peter as he hangs from the ceiling with a smirk on his face. "Peter! Can't you let me get to my study hall in peace?" I say, faux reprimanding him with a small smile of surprise drawn on my face. "I'd thought you'd enjoy where I'm about to take you better." He pulls me closer to him until our face our inches apart. "Hold on tight." He says in a husky whisper, and with that he starts to speedily scuttle down the hall and towards the outside of the school. He climbs out to the terrace and straight up the wall towards the roof, and after a few minutes of feeling Peter quickly climb around the school, we get to the roof.

"If you told me you where taking me to the roof I would have at least grabbed my coat." I say, but he pulls me towards him and takes a seat on the ledge, pulling me into his warm embrace, saying, "I'll keep you warm, Gwen." We sit snuggling for a while as he leans on his injured arm, so I twist my head upward to look at him. "Doesn't your arm still hurt?" He flexes it and twists it around, "Not anymore!" He says brightly. He removes his arm from around me and starts unwrapping the bandage from around his arm, and I feel a gust of wind send a shiver up my spine. After he got the last of it off his arm he pulls his sleeve down and looks at me shivering. "You look like a lost puppy, shivering like that." I give him a pointed look and he chuckles, pulling me into his arms and surrounding me with welcomed warmth.

I snuggle deeper into him and smell his special Peter smell, closing my eyes in contentment and trying to etch this moment into my memory forever. But after what seems like hours of snuggling in a comfortable silence, we both feel the ledge vibrate under us, indicating that the lesson has finished and that I have just officially skipped a whole period.

I quickly stand up and Peter stands up behind me. "I just skipped a whole class." I say in a whisper, making Peter smirk. "Isn't it exhilarating?" He whispers, and I roll my eyes in response.

"Not all of us have to be stopping bank robbers during school hours, Peter."

"But that doesn't mean that you shouldn't skip useless classes once in a while. Let off some steam!" He says, stretching out and towering over me.

"Skipping is usually a waste of time."

"This wasn't a waste of time."

He grabs me closer to him and our lips meet for a short sweet moment as the ground below us vibrates once more signaling that the first warning bell has just rung.

"Okay, Spiderman. If you could get us down without being noticed, I might be inclined to be convinced that you truly are super."