Chapter six: Web Shooter

Lunch time rolled around and I half expected my eyesight to go, but it stayed crystal clear to my surprise. It was weird, I could read perfectly fine from any distance, and I could even see the dust particles in the air. My eyesight has been blurry since a child, it's so strange how in one night it just magically healed.

I follow Harry into the cafeteria, my eyes wandering over to the the same corner they always do. Edward is sitting over in the far corner with the rest of his family, his head lifting up as my eyes meet his. I keep my eyes glued to his as I continue to follow Harry towards a table.

"Hey man." I hear someone say, and peeling my eyes away from Edward I notice there are other people at the table.

It's those surfer dudes.

"Hey guys, you don't mind if we sit with you today right?" Harry asks them, and I look at him eyes wide.

"No problem." The guy with long dreadlocks and beads says, turning his eyes on me. "Bella, right?" He asks me, looking up and down

"Um, yes." I nod, feeling my legs start to shake from nerves.

"You look different?" He says, looking deep into my eyes, as did the other guys at the table as they notice me.

"Thank you." I say lamely, not knowing what else to say.

"Harry, you coming down to La push, there are going to big waves on Saturday?" Another guy, who I think is called Tyler asked him.

I'm just glad the focus went off my sudden body change.

"Sure. Bella do you want to come? You don't have to surf if you don't want to." Harry reassures me.

Do I want to come…

"I guess so." I shrug, watching as the guys beedy eyes focus on me again. "I'm just going to get some food." I tell him, not being able to handle all the attention.

I'm not used to talking to anyone else but Harry, and I guess Edward now as well.

"Get me a apple." He shouts out in demand at my retreating figure.

Taking a deep breath, I join the back of the line I pick up a tray. It will be nice to get down to La push, I haven't been to a beach since I was a little kid. I know I definitely won't be going surfing.

Pushing my tray away from the salad section, I go to pick up an apple, but I hit it with the back of my hand, making it roll off the side.

Something inside of me panics, like my heart begins to beat really fast in fear of the apple hitting the floor. As I rush to reach out for it, everything slows down around me, my focus zoning in on the apple. It's like a sixth sense warning me and giving me time to react. I have no clue how I managed to react so fast, but I caught the apple in my hand.

"Nice reflexes." I heard Edward say, looking up, I am met with his warm hearted smile. "Bella." He grins even wider.

"Thanks" I mumble.

I let out a deep breath, putting the apple down on the tray in front of me. I don't understand what is going on with him. He doesn't talk to me for months, then he says we can't be friends, then he is worried about me, and now he is smiling talking to me like nothing has happened.

"You know your mood swings are kinda giving me whiplash," I retort, moving past him to keep the line moving.

"I only said it would be better if we weren't friends, not that I didn't want to be." He declares, leaning towards me, as I turn to face him.

Does that mean he doesn't want to be seen with me? I guess I understand why he wouldn't want to, but I didn't think he was that low. confused, my eyebrows crease, and I lean onto my side.

"What does that mean?" I question him instead of letting my brain assume things.

He pauses for a moment, thinking.

"It means if you were smart, you would stay away from me."

"Okay. Well, let's say for arguments sake that I'm not smart. Would you tell me the truth?" I ask him.

"No, probably not." He says straight away, and I sigh, turning back to the food instead of him in disappointment. "I would rather hear your theories." He says, catching me off guard.

I look back behind me, spotting Harry looking over at us weird. I shake my head a little at him, telling him not to worry about me. I focus back on the food, taking a slice of pizza and putting it on the plate on my tray.

"I have considered..." I'm going to sound so stupid. "-nuclear radiation, and cryptonite." I say, shaking my head refusing to watch him laugh at my foolish ideas.

"That's all superhero stuff right?" He says, capturing my attention, as I move back he moves towards me even closer looking more serious. "What if I'm not the hero? What if I'm the bad guy?"

"Your not," I refuse, shaking my head. "I can see what your trying to put off-" I say, his eyebrows drawing closer in suspicion. "-But I can see that it's just to keep you away from you, it's a mask." I tell him.

I back away a little as he draws closer, the curiosity written across his face, and as he looks over my face, it's mesmerizing. The way the golden hue to his eyes swims with dark flecks of black. The way everything around me zones out of focus, but him. Not only that, but I know that look. The look of pain, that this conversation is going to far for him, that he is uncomfortable with what every secret he has. The worry that with each word exchanged between us, I could be getting closer to the truth.

I can't have him ignoring me again.

"Why don't we just-" I glup. "-Hang out?" I suggest, turning to him and watching as a smile spreads over his brooding face. "Everybody is going to the beach, come?" I ask him.

That way I won't be left on the shore alone for hours, and with strangers who I only know by name.

"Which beach?" He questions me, his smile fading slightly.

"La push." I tell him.

That makes his smile wash away, as he shakes his head putting his hand on the shelf next to me.

"I don't know. I just..." He mumbles, looking down at the floor.

"Is there something wrong with that beach?" I ask confused by his reaction.

Maybe he is avoiding hanging out with me?

He taps his fingers on the shelf, letting out a little breath of cold air, before turning around slightly towards where if family is. When he turns back, his face is blank. Void of emotions completely.

"It's just a little crowded." He says, and I can tell straight away that it is an excuse. "i never notice how brown your eyes were." He mumbles.

"Hey, Bella?" I hear Harry's voice, quickly gaining loudness, and when I turn to the sound, I see him quickly making his way over.

When I turn to face Edward, he and his family are gone. I do a small turn to look around the whole cafeteria to see if they are anywhere in sight, but there gone.

"Come on, stop drooling over Cullen, and come eat, lunch will be over any minute." Harry teases me, picking me up a bottle of water, and taking the five dollar note out of my pocket and handing it to the dinner lady.

He picks me up a knife and fork, putting his hand on my back and guiding me through the crowded cafeteria back to the table, which was now un occupied.

Thank God those guys are gone.

Harry takes hi apple, throwing it up in the air, catching it and taking a chunk out of the side.

"What did Cullen want?" He asks me, while his mouth is full of food.

"Just to see if I was feeling better from yesterday." I lied. "I invited him to come to La push with us." I tell Harry and of course he rolls his eyes.

"Of course you did." He chuckles, then his eyes zone in on something behind me, when I turn he is looking at the same girl who he was talking to on the trip yesterday with.

"I'll be right back." He tells me, whisking away, and following the girl out of the cafeteria.

I should have been mad that my best friend abandoned me to go and speak to a girl, but it made me happy. For as long as I have known him Harry hasn't had a girlfriend. It's not that he isn't good looking, it's just that he is friends with me, so all the girls in Forks backed off, afraid to be associated with me.

Good for him if he has finally found a girl.

Picking up my fork, I use it to stab a bit of my pizza People always used to look at me weird, because I ate my finger food with a fork instead. Eating the little bit of pizza I cut off, I go to put down the fork, so I can open my water bottle.

I am confused when I open my hand and the fork, doesn't fall from my grasp. Confused, I shake my hand up and down, my hand stretched out flat. Still the piece of metal does not fall from my hand. What is it stuck to?

Using my other hand, I pull the fork away from my hand with a bit of strength behind my pull, and as the fork pulls away from my hand as does something else attached to it.

"Woah." I mutter.

A string of tight webs, with white and silver shimmering colours is attached and stuck to the fork. At the end of the strands of string I notice they came from a weird sticky substance on the inside of my wrist. Where the hell did that come from?

As I bend my wrist to look at the weird substance under the like, another sting of web shoots out from the same spot, attaching itself to a abandoned full try in front of me. I'm beyond confused. In a flurry of confusion and panic, I yank on the web with all my strength, sending the tray flying, and I duck out of the way, as it flies behind me. I hear the clatter as it hits the floor and the gasp of people as they too hear it.

With the fork finally detached from my wrist I turn around, my eyes grow wide watching as soup, salad and yogurt, slides down Flashes faces, then slapping against his top before hitting the table.

Oh...shit.

I panic, as his anger filled eyes, raise up and meet with mine. The roar of laughter aimed at him making me panic even more, as the anger turns into rage.

"Swan?" He says in a way that suggest he is both angry and in disbelief that I would do such a thing.

If I knew that would happen, I wouldn't have done it.

Standing on my wobbly feet, I begin to run towards the cafeteria doors, the tray skidding across the cafeteria floor along with me, connected by the web.

"What is that?"

"She is so weird."

"Look at flash."

All the students watch my embarrassment as I escape the cafeteria doors.

As the doors close behind me, the web from my wrists yanks, and the tray is caught in the other room, with one more pull the web breaks from my wrist leaving the tray abandoned in the cafeteria.

Looking down at my wrist, I touch the sticky spot in wonder. I rush towards my locker scared out of my life, knowing that Flash will soon be coming after my blood. What is happening to me? Where is Harry?

I let out a deep breath when I am finally at my locker, and then that tingling feeling spikes in my body again, sending shivers across my skin, making my hairs rise. Everything slows down, and my sound becomes crystal clear. I can hear and focus on everything for a fly buzzing down the hallway, a spitball flying through the air, a paper plane heading down the hall and Flashes fist coming dangerously close to my head.

I manage to duck out of the way, he resounding bang as his fist connects with my locker, where my head just was. I back away, letting out deep, scared puffs of air, and his fury filled face turns towards me, and he clenches his fists at his sides.

"You think you're pretty funny don't you freak?" He snarls in my face as a group of people begin to form.

"Flash it was just an accident." I hear a girl say, and turning behind me I see the girl Harry disappeared with quickly making her way over.

"My fists breaking your teeth, that's the accident." He says looking between me and her.

I gulp, my heart pounding in my ears from fear.

"Come one flash stop." I hear the girl say behind me, standing with the crowd.

"I don't want to fight you flash." I say, making it very clear that I don't want this to become violent.

When did it become right to hit a girl anyway?

"I wouldn't want to fight me either." He says, raising his fists up and bouncing from foot to foot ready to fight.

I look around petrified as the crowd cheer him on, begging for him to beat me up. What is wrong with people? Why won't they help me?

As another tingle travels down my spine, I step to the right and lean my head out of the way, avoiding being hit once again by flash. It's like his fist came fast, but to me I had plenty of time to duck out of the way.

He prepares himself to throw another hit as I stand completely still, listening to the crowd urge him on.

He throws another punch, but on my left side this time, and I duck out of the way with no problem, watching as he becomes frustrated.

His third punch goes in the same direction, and I look up and down his arm, amazed by how focused his face is and how easy I am finding it to duck out of the way.

Woah.

I have no idea how I am doing this, but it is saving my life right now.

Flash gives up trying to hit the side of my head, and charges at me aiming to hit me straight down the middle. My whole body leans back and I am staring up at the shocked faces of the crowd as well as the girl. My body straightens back up, and I raise my fists in an attempt to defend myself.

As I face flash, I notice Harry running over, pushing his way through the crowd and standing beside the girl in shock as he looks at me. I look down at my body amazed at how I did that. I'm not flexible, I'm clumsy and I haven't got a athletic bone in my body, yet I feel full of energy and as limber as a snake.

"Help him Harry!" The girl shouts at him.

I feel a tingle rush fast across my skin, my heart pounding as I sense someone behind me ready to throw a punch. Jumping into the air, my body flips doing somersaults, and I land gracefully on my feet, my hands in front of me as I stare at the crowd in shock.

Okay...that was really weird.

"Which one." Harry mumbles, looking at me with a mouth slightly agape.

"She is all yours man." The guy who was helping flash says.

Flash pushes him into the crowd in disgust, focusing back on me, taking the few small steps towards me. My body begins to panic, as this new found energy and strength increases in my body, preparing me to fight.

He charges at me, throwing punch after punch, that I duck out of the way of each one. Using my arms, I block each upcoming punch that he throws aimed at my ribs. When I capture his wrist in my hand, I twist it back. Feeling the strength within me growing as the pain on his face increases. He yelps in pain as I keep twisting, feeling stronger and stronger by the second. Then I use my other hand to hit him square in the chest, sending him flying back through the crowd, across the hallway floor and at the feet of a teacher who knocks their tray of food onto his head.

I smile slightly straightening up, my eyes alight with this new sense of power, as I look around the sea of mortified students.

"You really are a freak Swan." One girl says, they're worried voices trail away as they go to help Flash, or wonder off to class.

My smile quickly fades as I realise what I have just done. I humiliated him in front of everyone. I have webs shooting out of my wrists... I am a freak.

"Who are you?" The girl asks me, shaking her head as she backs away with the crowd.

She's right...who am I? and most importantly, what am I?

"Bella, that was amazing." Harry boasts, grinning at me.

I stand there completely shaken to core at the realization of what is happening to me. I'm not myself anymore. Something has happened to me, and I don't know how to control it. Turning away from the crowd, quickly I run past them in fear of hurting them, or doing something stupid.

"Bella!" I hear Harry call out to me, but I just keep running.

A/N

I hope you guys liked this. I couldn't really interpret Peter's thoughts from the movies, but this is what I think was going through his head. I hope you guys liked this and are excited for the next chapter XD