| The Next Spider |

"Vain girl, since you love to weave so very much, why don't you go and spin forever." Then the vengeful goddess sprinkled Arachne with hellbane, and the girl's hair fell off, and her nose and ears fell off. Her head shrank to a tiny size until she was mostly a giant belly. But her fingers could still weave, and within minutes, Arachne, the first spider on earth, wove the first magnificent web. – the story of Arachne



| Chapter Three |

'With great power, comes great responsibility…'


"Mum ! I'm leaving for school…" Terry shouted from the living room.

"Okay honey… you sure you are okay ?" Sara rushed out from the kitchen. She looked very worried.

"Yes mum, I'm fine… it's not like I'm going to sleep again or something…"

"You slept for one whole day yesterday…"

"Yes, yes… I mean today is half day !" then grabbed his bag. "I'll be okay ! Just see you at lunch okay ?"

"Do you think I have the choice of saying 'no' ?"

"Nope !" he opened the door. "Bye ! Before I missed the bus !"

Sara stared at his son's shadow. It seems that something when amiss about him. But she does not know what.

He walked out of the house.

As Terry passed by Scarlet's house, he began to think about her. Then he started scolding himself. 'What's the deal man ! Stop thinking about her, its not like she has a crush on you or you having a crush on her… I mean yes, yes, that must be it. When a girl is nice to a guy, he started to think far. Let's don't be such a guy shall we, Terrence Parker !'

Then slowly, he walked. His mind was in sort of a mess. Yesterday was horrible. He missed school. Is it normal for nerds to miss school ?

He did not know.

All he knows is, he does not want to get into anymore trouble.


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"Hey Parker ! Was you sick yesterday ?" mocked Drake the first thing in the school campus.

He bit his lips and ignored it and walked to his own locker.

"Hello ? You turned mute or something is it ?"

Terry still stayed silent.

"Why ? You too scared to move ?" his voice seems to be nearing him very word he said.

Then suddenly, something… It's just something… That got all the sense out of Terry. Something that kept on telling Terry about something that will be coming towards him.

Then he turned behind and realised that everything.

Everything.

Everything had gone into a slow motion mode.

Then he saw Drake's fit coming towards him.

He slowly moved away from it, since he had the chance.

"BAMN"

It hit the edge of Terry's open locker.

"AH !" Drake's knuckles gave a small 'crack' sound and then when he pulled his fit back to himself, there was a cut near the joints, splitting and blood oozed out.

'Damn ! What did I do ?' Terry looked devastated. "I… I… I didn't do anything Drake ! I… I…"

"You …?" Drake glared hard at Terry at the top of his eyes, the other unhurt hand trying to stop the oozing.

"I…" his eyes which were wide opened. He reached his hands to his face and wanted to push up his glasses, that was then he realised that he did not wore it today. His hand went back to his original position, behind his back. He looked onto the floor. "I'm very sorry Drake…"

"Sorry ? Sorry ? What's the use ? You already injured me you, bustard !"

'Bustard…' he felt crushed.

"You… You… You ill-mannered, uncivilized little idiot !" cursed Drake.

Terry kept quiet. He has no rights to talk in anyway. He had injured him.

He injured someone.

"Doesn't your parents teach you any manners ? What ? Your mother does a low classed bitch that doesn't stays at home to teach you ?"

'Low class bitch ? My mother… That's it ! Line snapped !' Terry lifted his head a little. He stared at Drake.
A serious stare.

That was when he totally shut up. Probably his light brown eyes had somehow turned unbelievable scary. Or was it the tension that brought around the atmosphere.

"My mother is a free lance interior designer," Terry repeated quietly and then looked down again.

"So, was that to defend your mother's real job ?"

That was something Drake would probably regret that he had ever, ever said this line.

"No."

Drake looked away, despite that he had hurt his hand, he tried to irritate him more.

"TUP"

Drake was sent across the hallway right onto the water cooler, beside the toilet, right at the end.

People stared at him.

Terry left his fit hanging in the air.

Scarlet slowly walked out from the toilet.

Her eyes were filled with tears.

Terry's eyes went soften. Then he kept back his fit. He slouched once again. He looked away.

Scarlet bent down and stroke Drake's hair. "Are you okay, Drake ? Does it hurt ?"

'I'm not going to care if she is being nice to him or is she is going to despise me…'

"Terry, you moron ! I thought you were a nice guy ! How can you hit someone until this state ?" She asked with tears in her eyes, rolling down one by one.

"I didn't mean it. If only he didn't say the last line…" he answered silently.

"You are such a jerk, Terry !" she then turned back to Drake and tried to comfort him and nursed him.

Terry shut his eyes once.

His mind then sketched out Scarlet in tears.

He could not bear seeing it again, he opened his eyes and turned around. He took his books and shut the locker and walked away.

As he walked pass others, they gave causal remarks like; "Gee, Parker, you're a freak !", "Are you possessed ?"…

But they did not do anything to his mind. The only thing that was in it was, Scarlet's crying face.

'You don't care, right ? You don't like her ? She's only a frien…'

He shook his head.

' "You are such a jerk, Terry !" '

He already had fallen in love with her.








to be continued....