Hi so I'm back from my very long very unofficial hiatus. T'was long and I missed writing this but I had no ideas. But now... now I think I have something. Anyhow SOME IMPORTANT THINGS TO KNOW BEFORE YOU READ THIS:
1- I changed up the last chapter so you have to read it mmkay? I mean this chapter will make more sense if you do. So run along and do that.
2- This story won't be completely true to the comics I'm trying to play around with some ideas..
3- I love you if you're reading this 3
*unedited*
Gwen POV
I was really trying to listen to Ms. Matthews. Personally I thought my effort was commendable, but with Peter so darn close it was a little hard. See it was easy for me to pretend that I was over him until I found myself sitting behind him staring at his broad shoulders. Ugh. His shoulders. They were just so great. They were muscular and broad and perfect to lean on when you were watching a movie. Perfect for hiding your face when said movie got scary. And I knew. From experience. I also knew how incredible they looked attached to his actual body, his strapping chest, that was covered in those cuts from last night. That chest that, wasn't too muscular and beefy but lean and defined from punching bad guys and swinging through the city and... I wondered if he lifted cause it sure-
"Miss. Stacy." Ms. Matthews' voice, sharp and irritated popped my Peter Parker paradise bubble.
"What?" I snapped not meaning to sound so angry, not even knowing why I was angry.
Maybe it was because she interrupted me, or maybe it was because I was daydreaming about shoulders that I couldn't have anymore...
"I'm not sure I like your tone ma'am."
I stared down hard at my desk my eyes raking over the words scratched into it that boasted of having big manly body parts or being in love with Donny "4ever" or claiming that someone was "heeaaa". I muttered, "Sorry."
"Can someone help Ms. Stacy out because obviously she wasn't with us. Uhm- yes. Peter!"
I barely suppressed a frustrated shriek as my eyes rolled.
"What Gwen probably meant to say was that in 1929 the crash in the stock market was caused by..."
I tuned him out as he babbled on, and decided to add something to the desk top.
I wasted no time in making a mad dash for the door once the bell rang, but before I could step out of the threshold stopped me.
"Gwen can I have a word with you?"
I glanced longingly at the door then with a reluctant sound of agreement I trotted over to her desk where she sat.
She removed her glasses before saying, "Gwen, you seem very distracted lately? Are you ok?"
I sighed, "Yes. I'm fine."
"Everything ok at home? You know... after your-
I cut her off not wanting to hear about my dad right now, "Yes. My mom's fine so are my siblings."
"And you?"
"Peachy Ms. M."
She looked at me skeptically, "You've been going to see your guidance counselor and all?"
I avoided her eyes as the lie slipped through my lips. I had skipped out on the last few sessions. I didn't want to be there. How much could you talk about a person's death? However much it was, I didn't want to.
"Ok Gwen, I just, well... I was concerned."
I tried not to scoff, "Well there's no reason to be. But thank you I guess. Now if you'll excuse me, I don't want t be late to my next class."
"Right. Have a good day."
I nodded briefly and stepped out of the classroom, only to bump into Peter.
I groaned.
"Hey, I heard what she was-
I shoved past him keeping a death grip on my books.
"Gwen."
I hurried my pace. There was no part of me that wanted to stop and chat about my feelings with Peter. Okay- I lied. There was a small percentage of me, but I was trying to suffocate it, shove it into the farthest and darkest depths of me. I didn't want to need him. I didn't want to need anyone. I wanted to be able to be mad without talking about it for once. I wanted to brood over and properly grieve over my father. If there even was a proper way... All I knew was that I hated how everyone knew about it, because everyone of him. He was a noted cop good at what he did. Everyone knew his name. That translated into everyone thinking they could get all personal with me. Everyone knowing about his death and drowning me in their worn out apologies. I wanted to scream at them that they didn't really know him. Not like we did. Like I did.
"Gwen," Peter's voice sounded strained.
"I'm gonna be late."
"Who cares?" I could feel him get closer.
"I do." I said as I willed myself not to turn around.
"I just wanted to talk to you."
His tone would've broken my heart, if it wasn't broken already. Maybe that's what made it easier to walk away even as the feeling of his lips against my skin burned in my memory.
I shoved my binder into my locker on top of all the other books haphazardly stuffed into my all too narrow space. My French binder seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back. Everything started tumbling out. I swore loudly.
"Hey do you need some help?"
I grunted a very unladylike yeah and only looked up after all my things were just as sloppily as prior, stuffed into my locker.
"Thanks."
"No problem. Hey, you're Gwen Stacy!" a girl with long dark hair, tawny complexion and dark almond shaped eyes observed.
Shrugging I muttered, "Yeah. In the flesh," just waiting for her to start rambling apologies and well wishes.
"Oh you're that girl who-
"Who's dad died? Yeah I know that thanks." I snapped.
She blinked, "Uh. Well yeah... but no. No I was gonna say you're the girl who's friends with Harry."
Now I felt stupid and unbelievably overbearing and bad-tempered. All I could say was a meek, "oh."
She only laughed, "Yeah. It's fine don't feel bad I'd get tired of people constantly talking about it too. No worries. Anyway, I'm Harry's girlfriend Hadley."
I chuckled, "Harry and Hadley... nice ring to it."
"I know right."
"Well um, thanks for the help." I cracked a smile feeling all shy again.
"Of course anytime Gwen!" she chirped as she flounced off to wherever she was going.
Peter POV
I looked down at the Xbox controller absentmindedly.
"Dude! I'm dying here! What's going on up there?!" Harry bellowed.
"Uh- sorry man."
"Kill him before he shoots me again!"
I complied quickly and contemplated quickly if I should start using weaponry.
But before the thought could even properly cross my mind I was once again consumed by thoughts of- you guessed it- Gwen. She was all I could think of. The way she pushed me away a week or two ago as I trailed kisses on her skin. Or the way I missed her. The way she was so closed off now. I had no clue why. It made me impossibly frustrated so much so I felt like I could rip my hair out, or smash Green Goblin's face in or something. I cringed at that thought when I realized I was sitting in the presence of that evil man's son- my bestfriend.
"Gwen again?"
I blew out a weary breath, "Yes."
"Dude," he groaned, "I'm really sorry man. It sucks about her. I know she had you completely whipped."
I glared at him but the effect was lost as he spun around in his swivel chair.
"Yeah it does suck about her..."
I missed the old her. I missed her carefree laugh and hated how cold and closed off she had been lately. She was impossible to approach, unlike her regular self that was like an open book. The way she had been lately made me feel like she didn't even want to be with me anymore and that- that crushed me beyond words. And that crushing sadness gave way to an engulfing fury. I wanted to demolish anything that made her angry. The thing was I didn't know what that thing was... scarily enough, that thing could've been me...
Soooo what'd you think please please please drop a review or comment or something I'd love to hear from you guys. Are you still into the story? What do you think of new moody Gwen? You feelin the angst yo? I'm trying my best to crank out some long chapters for some of my readers who find it disappointing when my chapters come to an end (I know the feeling omg!)Yeah well this is just sorta a filler chapter until I can get to a good rising action sorta intense part thing scene.. whatever. Oh! And also if you've read it and you want to review/comment for moral support and my much appreciated encouragement, I'd love to hear song suggestion that suit this chapter cause I think I'm gonna start doing this for every chapter (:
~luckyon3
