The past week had been pretty normal, ya know, if you could call Gwen following Peter around like she was some sort of crazy stalker who was obsessed with the smell of his sweaty socks normal.

It never failed, Peter,s spidey sense would go off and he would get up to leave, and Gwen would follow him usually a minute or so after he did. He had to admit though, she was pretty sneaky, if he didn't have his spidey sense then he probably wouldn't have even known she was tailing him.

It wasn't that hard to lose her, usually, all he had to do was go into the boys bathroom, where she (hopefully) wouldn't follow, climb into the ceiling and to the outside world. But it still made him nervous. Couldn't a guy leave class for forty five minutes to and hour to go turn some random carjackers face into apple sauce without everyone getting all uppity? Was that to much to ask? what is this world coming to?

Peter looked at the clock as he rushed down the hall back to art. 10:59 AM.

"Hooray! Made it back before lunch for once!" Peter thought happily as he arrived at the door to his class. When he entered, nobody really took notice of him. Except Gwen, of course. He quickly rushed back to his seat, avoiding eye contact with his blonde friend.

He sat back down and picked up his sketch book, and continued to work on his drawing. Which was a picture of an atom, because why not. As he worked he could feel Gwen's eyes burning into him, he felt like he was on trial.

After what felt like an eternity he saw Gwen turn back to her own sketchbook and continue working. He sighed in relief. Peter didn't know what had sparked Gwen's sudden stalker tendency's but its not like he was about to ask her.

Peter subtly looked over to his blonde friend, he studied her features. Her soft blonde hair, those amazing blue eyes. His eyes slowly wandered down to her chest….he being a seventeen year old boy and all, had noticed how she had… matured in that area...quite a lot actually.

Peter felt his cheeks burn red hot and quickly shifted his focus on her hands. He watched as she moved her pencil to create a drawing that he knew she would never let him see….for some reason. He often wondered what it was that she was drawing in there. MJ had told him that Gwen had amazing art skills. But no matter how many times he asked she wouldn't tell him what Gwen drew.

It kinda bugged him. Peter was the first person to become Gwens friend in the third grade, Harry was the second and MJ was the last. But somehow Gwen only trusted MJ enough to see her drawings?

*BRRRRRINNNNGGG

Everyone jumped up as soon as the lunch bell rang and headed to the lunch room to full the holes in their tummies.

After lunch had come and gone, the group of four went off to their next classes, Peter and MJ went to math. Gwen to english and Harry went to science. they sat through their classes, all hoping it would end soon until finally, at 12:25 the bell rang, telling them to go to their last class of the day. Gym.

Not one person looked to be in a mood that vaguely resembled happy. Because today was the pacer test. That's right, the test where all you do is run from one end of the gym to the other until you cant run anymore. The test that takes up the whole class period meaning they wouldn't have time for anything else.

But unlike every other kid in the history of the universe, who was either afraid of not doing well, or just didn't want to get tired. Peter was afraid of doing to well. If he didn't do well enough, then he would fail the test, but if he did to well people would get suspicious of him, especially Gwen and he sure a hell didn't want that. Peter was shook from his thoughts when they were addressed by one of the gym teachers.

"All right, this is the pacer test! Otherwise known as hells trial! The girls will be running first! So boys line up against the wall and wait for your turn, and you know the rest!" He said.

The girls groaned and made their way over to the far side of the gym, while the guys let out a cheer as they sat against the wall. Pretty soon the test had started and the girls where running up and down the gym, over and over and over again. Peter spent most of the time staring at the floor, lost in his thoughts. Again. Until Harry shook his shoulder. He looked up at his friend. "There is one benefit to this test…." Harry said, he stared at the girls as they ran.

Peter raised an eyebrow "Whats that?" He followed Harry's eyes and saw that he was staring at MJ."The girls shirts are sticking to their bodies as they run" Harry replied, still not taking his eyes off the red head. Peter rolled his eyes, and looked into the crowed of girls. "Who cares if their shirts are sticking to them?" Peter thought until his eyes landed on Gwen and he became just as transfixed as Harry was with MJ. Gwen's shirt showed off every little curve on her body, Peter felt like a dirty pervert as he watched her run….

The test was over a little to soon in the guy's opinions. The staring stopped as they all reluctantly took their places on the far side of the gym.

"The test will begin on the word start….on your mark….get ready...start"

The boys all started jogging to the other side of the gym. Getting progressively faster and faster with each lap. Some of the less healthy kids started dropping out around twenty three or so…. And eventually they started dropping like fly's. Peter was trapped in his own world, not paying attention to the test. Until he looked up and realized something…..he was the only one running…. He listened to the track to find out what lap he was on, hoping it wasn't to high….

"Number 135" the track said. Well, there goes that plan.

Peter screeched to a halt. Panic filling him. He looked around hoping against hope that nobody had noticed. Only to see everyone's eyes on him. Harry had a look on his face that seemed to be a mixture of pride and shock. MJ looked like she might faint and Gwen was just staring at him open mouthed. Peter quickly made his way to the side of the room and told the teacher his score,who just stared at him blankly. Peter then quickly sat against the wall. Not daring to look up. He could still feel everyone's eyes on him.

He was in trouble now.

Authors note: Sorry for the long wait. first i got sick with like a 103 degree temperature, then other people got sick and then I got sick again. and then school started and stuff happened. but now iv finally gotten around to updating! hope you enjoyed! please favorite, follow and review! makes me feel good about myself and it inspires me to write more!