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"I'm home Aunt May!" Peter walked straight for the fridge, pulling out two sodas and a container full of what looked like macaroni and cheese. He shoved the container into the microwave and called out for his aunt again, "Aunt May!"

Peter popped the seal on one of the cans he had set out, taking a large gulp and listening for his aunt's voice. "Aunt May?" He stopped to listen, but there was still no answer. Carrying his drink in his hand, Peter walked to his aunt's room, where he found her, asleep.

"Oh, Aunt May." Peter grabbed the blanket on the end of the bed and laid it gentley on top of the worn woman. "I'm sorry."

It was still so hard to think about Uncle Ben. Peter still searched for the man with the starred tattoo every night. But still there was nothing. Nothing but seemingly hundreds of men fitting the same description in New York City. And nothing but dissapointment.

"Mr. Parker, I would ask you to stay awake during my class, but considering that I already have asked four times this period, I don't think it would stop you." Mr. Gardner's dull voice filled Peter's ears, making him try to sit up again.

He had gotten home early that morning after going out for the entire night. And considering that it was only the first period of the school day, he was in some deep-

"Hey Parker." Jesse's happy voice came to Peter's ears, turning him to face her slightly. "Wanna sit by me at lunch?" Jesse smiled at him, her probably-bleached-white perfect smile almost painful to his aching eyes. "I just get so lonely," She batted her long eyelashes, her pale pink lips forming a small grin.

"Oh, yeah, because you only have people faking heartattacks to get a mere glance from you. That sounds lonely, alright." Peter smiled back at her.

"Oh, thank you for your pity. It is appreciated." Jesse laughed quietly, leaning in closer to Peter's desk. "Just meet me at the trophy case."

"Will do," Peter whispered in return.

Peter couldn't help but smile as Jesse waved excitedly for him from the trophy case. Skateboard in his hands, with his tray balancing on top, Peter trotted to meet the girl with the big smile.

"Hello there, Parker." Jesse grabbed his elbow, redirecting him toward her table. "If you would follow me, please."

Peter went silent as they approached Jesse's overly-crowded lunch table.

"Excuse me, excuse me," Jesse grunted, trying to fight past other tables to reach her own. Peter stayed closely behind, nodding his apologies to those who Jesse had trampled.

"Uh, here we are." Jesse motioned to her table proudly, but stopped as the large figure of Flash shifted toward them.

"Whoa, whoa, Jesse. I don't remember inviting Parker to sit with us." Flash spat out Peter's name as if it were acid in his mouth.

"Well that's funny, Flash. Because, actually, I don't recall inviting you to sit with us." The kids around the table did a number of various things at this point in the conversation. Some looked down at their trays, avoiding eye contact. Some bit their tongues in attempts not to laugh. While others openly snickered at the fool Flash had been made to look like in only one sentence from Jesse's quick mouth.

"It looks really nice out today Peter. Let's go eat outside."

"So. Are you really good at skateboarding?" Jesse moved things around her tray with her fork, but nothing had yet made it into her mouth. Peter shifted in his seat, running his fingers over the rough, black top of his board.

"I guess that depends on what you mean by 'really good'." Peter dropped the board down, rolling it back and forth with his foot.

"Like can you do flips and stuff?" Jesse lifted the fork to her nose, sniffing the pasta that littered her tray. "You know, not like X Games stuff, but... basic stuff."

Peter thought about it. Obviously he became a lot cordinated after getting bit by a radioactive spider inside of Oscorp's Classified lab. "Uh, yeah. Then I geuss you could say I'm alright."

Jesse laughed, punching Peter in the softly. "I bet I'm better that you."

Peter lifted an eyebrow. "You scateboard?"

"No. But you could teach me."

Peter and Jesse walked together to the subway and boarded into the packed train. "Holy Crap. Look at that ladie's tatt." Peter turned to look where Jesse had pointed, to see an extremely overwieght woman with a drak spider tattoed in between her pudge rolls.

"That's just sad," Jesse grimaced as she spoke, folding her arms. "Who's the spider dude anyway? He's always on the news, and I've got to say, that suit of his looks uncomfortable."

Peter let out a shout laugh.

She has no freaking idea.

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