The bell Rang and class had dismissed for the day. He had packed up with lightning speed and ran out of the class room. He was hoping to find Mary Jane somewhere on Campus. She didn't know, but he had learned her schedule and knew approximately where she may be found at certain times. Of course, there was always a good possibility that she could be elsewhere for whatever reason. He had to hope that there was no unforeseen circumstances.

To his pleasure, there was none. He found Mary Jane just leaving her last class for the day. She did not have her normal cheery smile like she usually had on her face in public. She had the face she usually had when she stormed out of her home during her high school years, after fighting with her father. "Hey MJ!"

She immediately smiled, hoping to hide her feelings like she always did around Peter. "Oh, hi Peter! Were you waiting for me or something?"

"No, I just happened to be passing by."

"You really have a knack for that. Maybe I should be suspicious." Mary Jane laughed gently.

"So, MJ, why do you look so gloomy."

"I'm not gloomy, everything is going great!"

Peter shook his head gently. "MJ, I know you better than that. I can see in your eyes that you are not happy. I've been told that I am a great listener."

Mary Jane smiled sweetly. "That you are. I can always talk to you, and you are always there to listen. The truth is, I am starting to become a little depressed. My heart is in acting, not in holding a desk job. I feel like I'm wasting my life here. I feel like I'm trapped and there is no way out."

Peter had wanted to tell her about his day at the lab, but right now, she needed someone to listen to her. His news can wait another day. "Well, I know that this college has a drama club. They two plays every semester, and probably go on trips to see plays and special seminars. Have you thought about joining that?"

Mary Jane smiled as she looked into his eyes. "The thought had never occurred to me. That sounds like exactly what I need. The answer is so simple, and I totally overlooked it. That's what I love about you Peter. You are always there to listen and to help me in any way you can. You are very special Peter."

"I'll always be there Mary Jane."

"That's enough about me. How was your day at the science lab?"

Peter smiled. "I'm going to do it. This is a chance of a lifetime. I get to work side-by-side by one of the greatest scientists in the world, and learn everything he knows. It's more than I could ever hope for myself."

"Yes, I think it would be great for you. You give so much of yourself, and you deserve an opportunity like this. I am happy for you Peter." Mary Jane so much wanted to place a hand on his face the way she did before his Uncle Ben's grave site. "I have to get going now. I'll come by and visit sometime."

"That will be great. Maybe we can have dinner with Aunt May sometime."

"I would love that. Good-bye Peter.

Peter watched her walk of amongst the other students until he could see her no longer. He slowly made his way towards the courtyard where there was a giant fountain in front of the main academic building. Surrounding the fountain were wooden benches where several students sat and reminisced. Other students saw on the lawn or on the brick edge of the fountain.

Peter was walking past the fountain when Felicia Hardy came from one of the benches with a smile on her face, made her way towards him. "You are in the same class as I am."

"I believe so," Peter replied. "I've seen you in the lecture hall."

"I've seen you too. My name is Felicia Hardy," She reached out with her right hand.

"I'm…"

"Peter Parker, I know. I hear the talk from all the students. There aren't many students who run a near perfect average in a single class."

Peter did not reply. He had no interest in bragging about himself. "Yea. Anyway, I hear that you come from France. If I may say so, I don't hear much of French accent."

Felicia smiled. "I was born here in America. My family and I moved to France when I was eight. I know how to speak French fluently, but I am told quite often that when I speak English, I don't have a French slur in my speech."

"Very interesting," Peter replied.

"So, Peter, what else do you enjoy beside science?"

Peter had to think about that. Besides science and being Spider-Man, there was no time left for him to enjoy anything else. "Nothing much, I suppose. Just hanging around."

Felicia laughed. "You're cute."

Peter began to feel awkward. "I should get going. I got to go to work." Peter began walking.

"What do you do?" Felicia asked, walking besides him.

"I am a freelance photographer for the Daily Bugle for now. In the near future that might turn into a full time job if I work hard these next few weeks."

"Wow, that's fantastic. Then I can expect to see some of your photos in the newspaper in the near future?"

"Well, it's more of a tabloid than it is a Newspaper."

"It's still good. You can be famous someday! Your pictures may someday be found on Time or People Magazine!"

"I'm not really interested in photography as a career. I'm more into nuclear physics and a little atomic research. I am going to be in a mentorship program under Dr. Octavius who gave the lecture to us the other day."

"Really? You get to work with a great mind like him? You are the luckiest man in the world. You've got the world opening to you."

"Well, I'm lucky I guess."

"I'll let you go, I don't want to make you late. I'll see you around, sport!" Felicia said as she stopped and turned around.

Peter did not turn around, but he did take note of her calling him sport. Mary Jane had a tendency to call him Tiger, and now a girl that he just meets is going to call him sport? He had a feeling that life had just gotten more complicated.