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Nove'sGirl: Hi guys! This is Nova'sGirl here. I have the honor of co-writing with DisneyGirl10! So, sorry for all you Sam fangirls out there, but Sam's gonna have a date in this one, my OC, Reagan Masters.

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Ch 9. Midnight Madness (Take One)

(Rachel's P.O.V.)

We just got back from the hospital and I hugged Peter goodbye while May helped my mom settle down. And right now, I was interrogating her.

"Okay, so remind me again why I shouldn't throw up right now?" Seriously though, I think I'm one close second to blowing up.

"Sweetheart, be reasonable. There is absolutely nothing for you to worry about."

"Uh-huh. And my mom working for a superhero/billionaire/playboy of the century is an exact reason not to have a panic attack. Of course not!" She rolled her eyes.

"Nice sarcasm, dear."

Well, that would explain the flowers . . .

"Mom, get serious! I mean, this past month you've been working for – for him! And you never told me! Why?"

"This is why! I knew you would react like this! See, that's why I wanted to wait until you were getting use to the move and this whole development."

"Mom, I'll be honest with you. This . . . I'm never gonna adjust. I mean, sure I'm doing well in school and I have great friends but . . ." I sat on the bar stool and had my cheek rest on my propped hand. ". . . I miss home. Our old home. And Grandma and Grandpa . . . even my old friends, even if they think we're . . . different. And you, and Stark, and . . . Peter," she looked curious as to why I mentioned him.

"Mom, I can't help but feel that Peter . . ." Should I say it? Should I pass the tender subject?

"What, sweetie?"

"I . . . I like Peter." The statement made her face still, neutral, which was odd. Peter was a subject my mom did her best to ignore or bring it down as fragile as possible. He was 50/50 on her standards. "But I think he's hiding something from me, or everyone in fact!"

"How so?"

"Well, he's . . .always leaving at the worst times, during school, when we hang out, he even hung up the phone one during a conversation. And over metallic bonding! Bonding, mom!"

"Okay, okay! Maybe he's got a lot of work to do. Errands, school work, helping May around the house. Everyone has a busy life, Rachel. Just because you don't see him as much as you like does not mean he doesn't care about you. He does. I know he does." Well, maybe she's right. Maybe.

"Eh, I guess. So . . . what's with you and Stark?" She flushed at his name. "Oh, nothing." I smirked. "That's not what I heard," I sang out and she crossed her arms.

"Whatever he said to you two at the hospital was highly stretched."

"Sure it was. But seriously, you sure there's nothing going on between you two? 'Cause I've never seen anyone be so into you since . . . . . . Dad." Mom flinched a bit but she relaxed. "I know, but it's nothing."

"You working for well-known famous superhero, who is also the biggest playboy of the century."

"You're exaggerating."

"Am I?" I caught her gazing off, her eyes growing heavy as a hint of a smile was coming to her face. "Mom!"

"Rachel, there is nothing going on between me and Tony – I mean, Mr. Stark." I groaned, going along with it. Especially since he asked her to go to some ball or something the same night as Harry's party. She just won't admit it. She likes him. But he's Tony Stark. The Tony Stark. Iron Man. Billionaire. Big time genius. And a thing with the ladies. Mom can't possibly feel what I think she feels for him. She can't.

The last thing my mom needs is for her heart to be broken again. It has been for six years. But to have someone of his status to break it for her . . . I won't let it happen.

I'll make sure of it.

"Rachel?"

"Huh?" I snapped out of my trance to see everyone in the limo staring at me. I blushed, embarrassed. I guess waiting outside on the porch gave me time to daze too much. Peter eyed me, rather . . . mesmerized. "Oh. I uh – I was just thinking." He sort of bought it. His eyes didn't change. He was curious. As was I.

I had my outfit planned for tonight: a tank top, black with a neon blue cat in the center, under a gray denim short sleeved jacket, paired with denim shorts, small black wedged ankle boots, and a blue stone necklace. I added some eye liner and some blush too, along with some neon blue cat earrings, plus a silver belt with a neon blue cat as the buckle. I guess that's why he was staring at me like that. I blushed red. "I thought I'd dress up for tonight. Do you like it?"

"Uh – I uh –" he cleared his throat and pulled at his shirt collar, smiling nervously. "You look great!" His cheeks were pink, while mine were beet red.

"Thanks." I hoisted my purse over my shoulder, taking his hand as he took me inside the limo.

Tonight is Halloween. My favorite holiday. The gang picked me up in one of Harry's dad's company limos. We were heading to Harry's place, where the party was being held. I'm just glad that Mom let me go. Even if I had second thoughts when she said she also had a party to attend to. At a swanky resort/club. Accompanied by Stark. Ugh! Even his name spells trouble.

Hey, if you replace the t with an h, you get Shark. Huh. Oh man, now I'm starting to get Peter's weird sense of humor. Even though it's kind of cute when he acts goofy.

We were arriving to the place. And when I looked out the window, Harry's condo (does he live in one?) was blazing with different colored lights. The place looked killer on the outside. I wonder what the inside looks like.

Well, only one way to find out.

(Reagan's P.O.V.)

Parties. To be honest, I'm not very social. I'm more of a blend-in-the-crowd type. I have a few friends, and they aren't social either. So I have no idea how I even got to be at Harry Osborne's party. He's the most popular kid in the grade, and I'm…I'm, well, nothing, to put it simply.

"Hey! Reagan!" My friend Kitt walked up to me. I was staring and gaping in amazement at Harry's penthouse, which was all decked out in Halloween-ish stuff. I don't even have the words to describe it, except…COUGH. COUGH. Ick. Fog machine fog. "This place is crazy, right?" she yelled over the music and people.

"You're telling me. I think I've even spotted, like, 12 butlers!"

"I've seen twenty. And did you check out the snack bar? DID YOU? You need to. Like, now."

"Uh, okay, then. I'll go there now."

"I'LL GO WITH YOU!"

Wow. The snack bar must be pretty amazing. Well, at this party, everything's amazing. Beyond amazing.

Wait. Oh. My. God. "Is that an actual brain…?" I point at what looks like an exact replica of a brain on the snack bar. Literally bar. Hopefully no one will be drinking…

Kitt shrugged. "Who knows. Want some of the punch? It's probably spiked…"

"GOD no, Marie! I'M FIFTEEN, for God's sake!"

"Just asking. And try some of the brain! I dare you…"

"Kitt, you've always known I'm not the kind of girl to take a dare. Especially when it comes to a very realistic looking brain that may or may not be an actual brain."

"I'd eat it." A new voice came from behind me. I turned around, and saw a black, spiky haired, blue eyed boy standing behind me, looking at the brain. "It looks fake."

"Well, why don't YOU try it?"

"It's food, so why not?"

"Your funeral. I'm gonna be the one calling the cops if you ingested an actual brain."

"Ingested? Is that even a word?"

"How dumb ARE you? Of course it is!" This kid obviously doesn't pay attention in school.

"Uh, well, I'm not some NERD who spends all of their time studying," he retorted.

I was about to murder him, but Kitt held me back. "Chill, Reagan. Obviously, this guy has nothing better to do than insult random girls. We better leave him to his lameness."

"Maybe he had too much of the punch," I commented.

"I DID NOT! I'm just- ooh, is that shiny?" He faced in a direction where I was 99.99% sure there was no unicorn.

"Yeah...too much punch..." I winced.

"WEB-HEAD! PETE! I THINK I'M FALLING!" The kid's knees gave out.

I had no idea who this web-head, or even Pete was, but against my better judgment, I found myself helping him up. "Uh...you okay? I'm pretty sure there aren't any super shiny things or web-heads anywhere in this building..."

He looked at me with his big blue eyes and grinned. "What are you talking about? There's a shiny blur right where your head should be!"

I blanched. "Yep. Let's go away from here." I grabbed his arm and yanked him towards a more secluded corner of the penthouse. "So...what's your name?"

"Sam. Ooh, shiny!" Sam reached out to touch my necklace (which WAS admittedly shiny) and I swatted his hand away.

"Well, Sam, did you drink any of the punch?"

He frowned, trying to remember. "Maybe. I don't think so. All I remember is something really sweet."

"Was is liquefied, or not?"

"I don't know! Maybe? Maybe not? I don't remember!"

"I think you should take it easy..."

He grinned. "Then why would I be at a party?" Sam grabbed my hand yanked me to the dance floor, where dozens of couples were already dancing to the live music. (Because Harry's THAT rich.)

"SAM! WHAT THE FRICK ARE YOU DOING?!"

"HAVING FUN! YOU SHOULD TRY IT!"

I rolled my eyes at this. I knew how to have fun! Just not like Sam. So...so maybe I will try it.

I started to move to the beat in the packed crowd of bodies. Sam smirked when he saw me doing this. "You know, it's easy when you just let all self consciousness go."

So maybe I was wrong about this kid. Maybe he was smarter than he looked. Or maybe I was just interpreting what he said wrong.

My face flushed. "Uh...okay..." I started to move a little quicker and more freely.

"Now THAT'S more like it, Masters!"

I cocked my head at the sound of my last name. "Huh? How do you know my name?"

Sam shrugged. "Dunno. I've seen you in school before."

Without warning, he took my arm and started tangoing(?) with me for some weird reason. I played along, even though the song was nowhere near a tango song. We were oblivious to the people around us, and didn't care about the weird looks they gave us.

So this is what not being self-conscious feels like.

I laughed. This was more fun than I had in ages. I felt so high (on adrenaline!) that I felt like I could just kiss Sam right here and now.

Not that I'd actually do that, of course...

I didn't even know if I was actually tangoing. I've never been a dancer, much less a tangoer. If that's even a word. But Sam didn't seem to care, and neither did I.

We did that for a few minutes, both laughing our heads off, and then I steered Sam over to one of Harry's uber-fancy couches. I've never been an athletic person, either.

"So...Sam...that was...fun," I said, panting. Hey! Tangoing takes a lot of effort out of you!

He grinned. "That was one thing. This is another."

He leaned in, and our lips met. Then I shoved him away, because hey, I barely I know him!

"Look, Sam, you're cute and all, but...no."

He made the most adorable pouty face ever. "But I like you!"

"YOU'VE ONLY KNOWN ME FOR LIKE, A HALF HOUR!"

"That's a good point."

"Yeah, the HECK it is! So...take it down a notch?"

"Fine...but will you still hang out with me the rest of the party?"

"Yeah. You're hot."

"So are you!"

I grinned, and so did he.

Suddenly, a figure jumped up behind the couch we were sitting on.

"BAM! NAILED IT!" I whirled around to see Kitt's freckled face grinning back at me. She was holding a phone in her hand.

"KITT?" I shrieked.

"PERSON?" Sam yelled.

"Yep! It's me, Kitt Markson, lover-boy! I'm Reagan's BFF, and don't you do anything to her, or I will personally murder you!" Kitt said all of this while still grinning, which I found creepy. But hey, that's Kitt for you!

"Yeah, sure, okay..." Sam gulped.

"Listen to the Kitt." I smiled.

"I think I will."

"Well, I'll leave you two to flirt! I've got other couples to stalk!"

Sam looked at me. "Stalk?"

"Kitt's got some interesting hobbies."

"Yeah. I noticed. Hey...wanna go join her?" He grinned devilishly.

"Sure!"

(Third Person P.O.V.)

Rachel looked at the place. And it was packed! The whole school was there. Harry must have called every single freshman up to senior to come. Glow in the dark skull shaped lanterns hung high up in the ceiling, the walls were lined with tables filled with junk food, Halloween-themed goods and candies. Rachel thought, 'this is pretty awesome!' Though she think she saw Flash put something in the punch . . .

Everyone went their separate ways. She saw Peter standing next to her. She saw a big dance floor, covered by lots of people. Her mind was screaming. 'Go on! Ask him to dance! Come on, now's your chance! Do it!' She was just about to when Peter was yanked on by MJ. "Hey, you guys made it!" She yelled over the loud music.

"Thanks to your text! But MJ, why did Harry invite the whole school? I thought it would be a small get together!" He yelled back.

"Well, he thought it'd be best if he wasn't alone tonight since a certain someone forgot tonight was suppose to be Horror Movie Night." Peter groaned and face-palmed himself. "I can't believe I forgot this year too! I was suppose to call him to let him know that was still on. I should probably go talk to him." He walked away with her, leaving Rachel there, all alone.

"Oh, it's you." Or maybe not. She turned around to see Madison in a dark purple cocktail dress, with matching heels and bracelets. And too much makeup once again. "Rachel."

"Madison."

"Where's your nerd posse? Off to be with their nerd-terage? Ha! Figures." 'This girl seriously needs to ease up on her face. She looks like a clown.'

"For your information, they're not nerds! They're people too, you know!"

"Oh, whatever! Besides, why would they even want to be with you and your kind?" Her amber eyes sliced through Rachel's blue eyes.

"What do you mean by your kind?"

"Don't play coy with me. I know you're more than who you say you are. " She started walking away before she glanced at her over the shoulder. "And pretty soon, everyone, not even Parker will want to be near you." She laughed as she went over to her group after pulling on Flash's jacket away from the snacks. Rachel's blood ran cold.

'What did she mean by that? Wait a second! Does she know? No way. Impossible. Unreal. I mean, she's probably messing with me. All snobby rich girls do that to everyone inferior to them. Like me. So, there's no way she knows of our secret. But . . . what if she does know? Mom sure wouldn't like that.'

A hand reached out to her shoulder and she yelped. She heard laughter. Familiar laughter. Meanwhile . . .

"Okay, guys. So while stalking random people, you need to remember to stay quiet. That's like, the number one rule of stalking. You CANNOT let the other people know you're there."

So, here Kitt was, giving her bestie and her-soon-to-be-boyfriend (not hers, Reagan's) a crash course on stalking. Not weird at all!

"Quiet...got it," Sam gave Kitt a thumbs-up.

"You've better got it, lover-boy, or else this thing will FAIL because of you." Kitt glared at him.

But then, after a second, she smiled, because who can stay mad for long?

"Okay, Kitt...we're good. Who are we stalking?" 'Ah. I see I've taught Reagan well, seeing she's scanning the room for potential stalking victims.'

Sam does this as well. Kitt hope she's scared him enough into obeying her. His face lights up as he spots a couple. "Hey! That's Peter Parker! Oh, man, he's got a date! He is SO gonna frick this up!" Sam is laughing hard right now.

Kitt grins her 'I'm-going-to-stalk-you grin.' "Then what are we waiting for?"

Peter and his date, who Kitt vaguely recognize as a girl from school, are close to the snack table. Perfect cover. So she motioned for Reagan and Sam to follow her there.

"Hey! That's Parker's girl! Rachel!" Sam exclaims in a not-so-quiet whisper.

Instead of saying something, Kitt silently smacks him on the back of his head.

He winces.

Reagan glares at her, but only for a moment. 'Guess she's fond of this guy...heheheh...I'll blackmail her later.' Meanwhile . . .

After talking (fighting) with Harry he brushes it aside and forgives Peter, before daring him to ask Rachel to dance. Peter tried to deny the dare but Harry's serious look made him guilt-stricken. Harry wanted to be even. What better way to do it than to see his best friend to trip over his own two feet in front of his crush. Peter gave in and saw Rachel by the snack table, a scared expression on her face.

"Rachel, are you okay? Is Madison bothering you again? I saw her talking to you." Peter has a worried frown on his face when he approached her. She tried to calm down.

She sighs. "Yeah, but I'm fine. It's nothing, really. She's just . . . ugh, I don't know. But I've faced worse."

Peter starts to say something, but she cuts him off. "Hey, you wanna go see what your friends are doing? You told me some pretty hilarious stories about them in Bio last week. Kinda makes me wanna see what would happen to them at a party."

Peter smiles. "Yeah. I guess so. The last time we went to a party, though..." He cringed. "Didn't work out. But now, who knows?" He smirks. "I think we should go find Sam. He's probably somewhere close to drunk if what I heard about the punch being spiked is true."

"I think it is. I'm pretty sure I saw Flash putting something in it," Rachel responds. "So off to Sam, I guess?"

"Yeah."

'Time to make my move!' Kitt jumps up from behind the snack table, holding up her phone where she got a recorded version of their conversation. "BAM! NAILED IT! You, sir and madam, just got KITT'D!" (Pronounced Kitt-id.)

Kitt's able to capture their PRICELESS reactions on her phone. After that, Kitt quickly shoved it in her pocket.

"Wha-? How? Why?" Peter stammers.

Reagan and Sam pop up from behind the two.

Peter face-palms. "Oh. Sam. That explains it. Jeez, have you made a 'Peter's Embarrassing Moments' scrapbook by now?" he says sarcastically.

Sam bites his lip. "Uh...possibly..." Kitt hears him mutter something under his breath, though. It sounds like "Hey! Scrap booking is fun!"

'Blackmail, blackmail, blackmail.' Kitt thought.

Rachel is just looking plain confused. So Kitt introduced herself.

"Hi, Peter's Girlfriend!" Rachel and Peter both blush at the mention of "girlfriend". They both try to say something about it, but Kitt just keeps talking.

"My name is Kitt Markson. This is my friend Reagan, and this is Sam, and they are dating and just don't know it yet. I assume you guys are the same way, whether you like it or not! So dance!"

Sam and Kitt look at each other and grin. He grabs Peter's arm, while she grab Rachel's. They drag them onto the dance floor, while Reagan goes up to the band and tells them to play a slow(er) song.

'What can I say? We make a good team.' Kitt thought.

Sam and Kitt shove Rachel and Peter together. "DANCE, MONKEYS, DANCE!" Kitt screams. 'I probably shouldn't have had a glass of that punch.'

Reagan did her job well, and a slow song is now playing. All of the couples (except Rachel and Peter) are now doing that awkward thing where you put your hands on each others shoulders or waist or whatever.

'Meh. Give 'em time.' Kitt thought.

Reagan, Sam, and Kitt stood back to watch their handiwork.

'That went well!'

So, back to Peter and Rachel, there were stunned. Unable to move. They had their hands on each other. They were very close; enough that if her mom saw it, she would split them up savagely. But she wasn't. And everyone else was doing it. She even saw Sam with Reagan and Kitt with someone else; he looked like he was done for. And maybe he was.

"So . . ."

"Yeah . . ."

"Well, if you really want to, let me warn you. I'm a terrible dancer." Rachel smiles, glad that he was being honest. On this subject. "Well, it's just one two one two, pretty simple. Just take it one step at a time. Like so." Rachel took his hand with one hand and put the other on his shoulder. His hand took her hand while the other one took her waist. "Just go back when I go forward, then go reverse." He followed her wishes and did just that; except he stepped on her foot. "Ouch!"

"Sorry! I think I have two left feet."

"Um, I think only girls get that."

"Well then, maybe not."

"Just trust yourself. Come on." He sighed and tried again. This time, he went back. She went forward. He went forward. She went back. He was doing it. He was getting it. So, he tried something new. He twirled her around and she gasped before laughing. She spun in circles on her heels and he kept doing that, making her spin like a ballerina. As he held her in his arms, Peter realized two things. That her outfit reminded him of the masked girl from that night. They both wore attire themed on cats. And . . .

She looked breath-taking in the strobe lights. Hundreds of mini circles of all the colors swarmed over them. They highlighted her best features. All of them. Her hair. Her figure. Her hips. Especially her face. As her cheeks showed dimples, as her smile grew more, as her blue eyes twinkled like tiny stars lived in them, Peter felt himself drooling. Gazing at the beauty before him.

He had to admit that Rachel was pretty. Attractive even. The most amazing person he's ever met. She may be girly but she's not afraid to get dirty even. She joins him and the guys in doing skateboarding tricks. She likes to go beyond instructions and explore the vast world of chemicals and formulas like him. She even thinks of spiders as misunderstood insects that can develop a strong yet light material; spider silk, that she finds fascinating just like the young genius. Rachel was, in a way, one of a kind.

But the more he looked at her and her spinning figure, the more his brain processed his thoughts. Rachel and that masked girl are so similar. In appearance, taste of cat fashion sense, and their voices sound . . . similar. Alike. It couldn't be. It wasn't possible. But what if it was? Just as she was suspicious of him and his other self; as Spider-Man, he was now suspicious of her and her connection to the masked girl.

"Peter, come on!" He snapped out of his thoughts. Peter was dragged to his friends when the song changed to an upbeat song. They, along with MJ, Harry, Reagan, Kitt and her tortured date, and two other hot girls with Luke and Danny, danced in full swing. Rachel grabbed his hands and pulled them in with the group. She moved her hips and shook her whole body with the girls. Her body jiggled with the beat. It made Peter want to drool again.

"Ha! Parker's drooling, guys!" Sam joked before Peter hit his elbow in Sam's gut. He choked a grunt. The guys laughed before dancing like madmen along with their lady friends. Rachel caught a look from Madison on the other side, with Flash feeling her as she swayed with her hips. It was an icy glare. Rachel tensed up when two hands grabbed her hips. She gasped. But when she was spun around, it was only Peter.

"Hey, it's just me." He teased. She smacked him in the chest, smirking. "You douche!" Sam laughed before Reagan swung him around, making him queasy. Luke and Danny danced with a blond and red-head, leaving Ava with MJ and Harry. Kitt was laughing her butt off as she swung her 'date' around like crazy. Peter and Rachel smiled at one another as he did the Moon Walk while Rachel waved her arms around, her hair bounced off her shoulders, adding a nice touch. Peter smiled more.

Just as he grabbed her hips and dipped her, she giggled, driving him to do something erratic. Something too soon. Something crazy.

He took in her red face and wet lips. He started diving in. She felt her chest tighten. His hands clutching her waist, her hands gripping his neck. She felt frozen in time as he leaned in more. Whether she wanted it to continue or stop it right there; she did not know. Especially now.

CRASH!

The glass window walls shattered, all of them, and the shards were fireworks. Everyone fell to the floor, the guys covered the girls like armor. Screams were heard. Rachel poked her head out from Peter's tight, strong arms and saw a figure. A shadow maybe? It had a cloak on. And it was floating just outside the room. Its eyes narrowed at her before it flew away.

Everyone was screaming and bustling out of there. CRASH! The lower floors' windows were being smashed too. Screams were high-pitched. The gang was almost run over. Peter lost his hold over Rachel. Giving him and the team time to blend in with the crowd, losing Harry and the girls.

"WHY CAN'T WE GO TO A PARTY AND NOT HAVE IT END IN TRAGEDY?!" Kitt hollered over the chaos.

But it also gave Rachel time to run to the bathroom. Giving her time to change as well. Who would have thought it would all fit in her purse? Rachel just prayed that Peter and the rest were alright. And that her mom doesn't find out about this.

Or else, there will be trouble.

Me: So how was that? Part 2 will be on Tony and Jenny at the masquerade ball. It will be magical, kind of like Enchanted and Phantom of the Opera mashed into one. IDK! XD

Also, check out Nova'sGirl stories as well, they're really good.

(Me and Nova'sGirl smile at each other before hugging like besties).

So, please REVIEW/FAVE/FOLLOW me and this story and I will be back with Part 2.

Nova'sGirl: And Reagan and Kitt will come back in Part 3 and future parts. ;)

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