So sorry I took so long but lately (even if it sounds like an excuse) I have come home, do homework and sleep practically all day and I have lost track of time since I usually write the story by 6 p.m. and have it upated by 7 or 8 p.m. But anyways I'm here now so down to buisness! As a warning I'm going to be out (someplace called Zacatecas in Mexico) so I don't think I can update during that time but who knows. Well I hope you like this story!

It's morning in New York Queens, cars are mad and traffic it thick, but for someone who is swinging between skyscrapers. Advantages of being blessed (or bitten by radioactive spiders) with superpowers makes life easier only in emergencies. Peter was going as fast as he could since first period was seconds from commencing and staying sleepless night thinking of what you yelled to the man that took your chastity. Four days sine that weekend, sleepless thinking of those horrid words that slipped alone worried him. It wasn't so harsh but, for Peter, goody two shoes Peter those were the harshest things he had yelled from bottom of his lungs and to the person he... well... fell in love with.

Just as Peter landed in the abandoned corner of the tall and thick bushes in the parking lot he thought he heard HIS voice yelling something about a "bitch" and his worst nightmares came to life. He had feared Wade had come to hate him. He quickly slipped into his black and red checkered sweater hideing his pale blue polo shirt beneath as he zipped the sweater high. All matching with his dark blue jeans and white converse. He only wore that sweater when he was sad. Something in black and red made him comfortable and made the pain easier. Made no sense but, not that anyone cared. Or maybe the black and red reminded him of two people he came to love. Uncle Ben wore a red checkered shirt that night... but there was someone else that wears red and black... but who? (wink)

His eyes scanned the parking lot and felt panic prickle up his collar bone to the nape of his neck. Thankfully the man that yelled had been a futball player. The type to stare down at you and make fear run up your spine. Big, bulky, blonde and tall, very tall. Almost as tall as ... HIM. Those that starred with hate those who looked nerdy and small (in compare). Like Peter. Those who hate dumb stares. Like Peter's. Those who turn in an almost wicked way and stare at you with glaring eyes. Like he was starring at Peter. Peter finally reacted and turned in a swift movement and walked fast away. He could easliy make him look stupid in a fight but, that was taking advantage of his powers and a total waste to top it off. He nearly jogged to class and just in time.

As he opened the door and scanned the room to see where the professer was a husky voice from behind starteled him to death. Mr. Parker, might I ask WHAT you are looking for? the man said from under the comb-like mustache. Peter jumped and turned with big blue eyes. N-nothing sir! I-I just erm... Think fast!... Forgot my glasses and I can't see very well, so I was trying to see if class had already started. A nervous smile twiched at the edge of his smile. To make it believable he squinted his eyes a little as he turned to see if seates were empty. It worked! The professer smiled and felt sorry for the dark eyed kid. Is that so? Well.. there is a seat up front next to... He also placed his glasses. Miss Boardman. Can you see to take the class? Peter turned and smiled shy ('cause he felt bad for the lie) Yes Sir, thank you Sir. He sucrried to the seat and took the class quietly. It was Literature. He was lucky to have read those books in a day trying to forget about the incident. He had wone the Professer's "Favorite Student" place in a day. Playing weakness and have read ahead really did work. He could have wone an Oscar to best actor!

The day flew by and Peter was ahead in evrything. Lately crime was in a minimum in scale somehow. So all Peter had to keep his mind off Deapool was read ahead. And that made Peter the nerd of nerds like it had been since grade school. His staus had dropped since his hero duties had kept him busy. He could fell the old days close. It was nice. It was early September and the winds had started to cool, to pick up and the leaves were turning colors. He pushed his hands in his pockets and shifted his shoulders as a cool breeze passed through his neck. A womans voice called to him but his headphones didn't let him hear out what was being yelled to him so he just kept strolling to the big oak tree that had a pair of benches below. ..ter!...ey!... Mister Cool! someone tugged on his headphones and ripped one from his ear. It hurt but he had felt worst. It was Gwen. She had a huge smile, a smile that hurt. He hadn't smiled like that in days... four to be exact. And when that happened he coulnd't respond to Gwen's smile in the same way and she started to think things: things that were always Peter's secrets.

He tried his best but the smile felt crooked, twisted and sad. Her delicate frowns came together and her hand rested on his shoulder. Peter? Don't tell me... What did that old hag do to you! As she yelled "old hag" heads nearly snapped to turn. Peter motioned to keep it down but that, well... had a contrary effect on Gwen. So she DID do something! What did that witch do! Are you hurt! She was married wasn't she!? How could she! At that very moment as if on cue MJ yelled from behind. The old bitch did WHAT!? Peter what did she do to you! Her hands flew to his face. She had a lover! Peter's eyes turned frantically and as every crowd all eyes on Peter. Tell me! Both chanted together. He took a deep breath and touched MJ's wrists. Nothing... That person didn't cheat on me, isn't married, didn't hurt me nor anything else you come up with. It was... well... His eyes dropped almost seeing the center of the earth. I was the one that yelled horrible things.. I... I didn't mean... Didn't mean any of them... I swear. Tears rolled down his cheeks. His hand flew startled and wipped them quickly but MJ and Gwen had already started to stare not as mad, it was more pity and pain in their eyes.

Peter... Oh, Peter.. Mary Jane slipped her hands around his neck and hugged him softly. Gwen's eys became teary, she was the first to cry when someone else cried. She also hugged him over Mary Jane's hug. After a second or two they walked to the benches and Peter told evrything that had happend. Obviously overlooking the sex part and that his partner was a man. That wasn't necessary. And just like the firts time, saying those words he didn't mean hurt just the same.

Thanks for reading! I have been told that it would be easier if I wrote the dialogues in quotation marks. If you would like me to make the changes for the next chapter please let me know. If you liked this story follow, add to favorities and comment. Anything you would like, any advices, questions or just saying how much you like ths fic. I know time hasn't been on my side but at least I'll update once a week. This promise I will update once a week. As a sneek peek thing's will get fun (wink) Wondering what will Deadpool do? Will Peter do something? Or will he just stand back and take this chance to run? Find out next time! (Felt like the ending of an anime or a cartoon!)