There was a fly buzzing around the classroom. Peter closed his eyes. The fly still buzzed around his and other students' heads. He could see the fly. Even when he wasn't looking. He could hear the fly. Even when he wasn't listening. He could feel the fly. Its wings. It's intake of breath. Its heart beat. The fly landed on his head. It then flew off and buzzed around the room again. Peter kept his eyes closed. It was driving him crazy. Trying to focus on something else, his brain, however, stayed fixed on the fly. It flew to the left, landed on the window sill, flew off, around the room, and started buzzing around Peter. Suddenly, without awareness of what he was doing, he made a slight yelping noise, and Peter then launched out his hand to the right. And caught the fly. Between his forefinger and thumb. Peter slowly opened his eyes. He then traveled his vision down his right arm, which was extended outwards, to his hands. And there was the fly. Wings still beating, only the body captured in between his fingertips. He could hear the subtle buzz. Peter then looked up at the class. Everyone was staring directly at him. He was looking slowly between the fly and the class. Everyone had a stunned expression on their face. Even Mr. Garret.

"Mr. Parker that, is um, that's a fly." Peter looked up at him and back at the fly. He disconnected his forefinger and thumb from each other, letting it go, and fly around like it was. Peter, still stunned, suddenly shot up from his desk.

"Er, um, Mr. Garret I have to go to the bathroom." Peter said, without being excused, and stormed out of the room and down the hall. He slipped into the boy's bathroom and immediately turned to his reflection in the mirror. He looked a bit sweaty, really. There were dark circles under his eyes that he didn't remember being there earlier. He rubbed his eyes and looked back at the mirror. Peter then noticed a slight glimmer on his left shoulder. It was a web. Peter took a hold of the string, and followed it as the line continued to the back of his neck. Peter abruptly pulled on it. He felt a light sting. Peter then pulled it completely out of his shirt. On the end of the gleaming, silvery line of web, dangled, a spider. A dead spider. The spider.

At this point Peter was really freaking out. He looked down at his hand on the bathroom sink. The Material had bent beneath his hand. The sink had been crushed under his freaking hand! He lifted up his hand and stared at it. What was happening to him? Peter looked back at his reflection in the mirror. He then looked around. And then at himself. He needed some air.

Peter darted from the bathroom and down the halls. Around corners. Past classrooms. Peter finally got to the exit to the school and stepped outside. He breathed in the air. And exhaled. He looked at his hands again. And admired the grass, and the clouds, and the towering buildings. He closed his eyes. He could sense the rustle of the leaves. He could count the number of leaves on a particular branch without looking at it. Peter turned around and looked at the school, the large mahogany doors, the large sign above the doors reading the name of the school. Peter sighed. He couldn't not notice anything. Peter could feel the mechanics of his analog watch moving and ticking. He glanced down at it. Peter then decided it was time to get back to class, and pushed through the doors. He slid through the halls, not making a sound as his feet hit the tiled floor. He didn't want to be caught by any staff. He kept traveling, as graceful as a spider weaving its web. That's when he felt vibrations of footsteps traveling through the halls. Peter felt a tingle in the back of his neck. He quickly hurried around the corner and stayed as close to the wall as he could. Peter heard the echo of footsteps in tiles as he pressed his back to a poster for ASB representatives. Mrs. Saunders walked right passed Peter, hugging a clipboard to her chest, and her high heels making a tap, tap, tap, as she walked passed. Once Peter could no longer hear the tapping or feel the vibrations of the shoes, he disconnected himself from the wall and the poster. Only, the poster came with him. Peter heard a rip of paper as the poster was torn from the wall. The poster was stuck to his left hand. Peter tried shaking his arm. No use. It was as if his hand was covered in glue. Peter took his right hand, and pulled the paper off of his left, with success. Only to have the poster stuck to his right hand.

"What the heck?" Peter said, quietly to himself. He violently shook his right hand, until he put his hand to the ground and stepped on the poster, tearing his hand off of it. Now that he was unstuck, he started down the hallway and toward his class. He looked back at the torn up piece of paper on the ground. No way was he going to try to put that back up. Peter turned a corner, and ran right into Gwen. How did I not sense that coming? Peter thought humorously.

"Oh! Peter, thank goodness I found you." Peter raised an eyebrow.

"You were looking for me?"

"Yeah, Mr. Garret told me to go see if you were ok, well, he first asked Ledger, but when he came back to report that you weren't in the boy's bathroom, he asked who would like to come find you and I volunteered. Where have you been? And what happened in class? Are you ok?" Gwen lifted up a hand and felt his forehead. Gwen looked utterly confused. Peter swatted away her hand.

"I'm fine! Don't worry. I just… needed some air." Peter sighed. "And as for what happened in class… that fly was really bugging me." Gwen laughed at that.

"Well Peter usually most people don't catch flies like that." She was still humored.

"Well maybe I'm not most people." Peter said, raising an eyebrow and putting his hands on his hips.

"Come on Peter, we should get back to class." Gwen smiled and grabbed Peter's elbow. They started to walk, laughing, back to their English class. They walked in silence for a little bit until Peter spoke up. They both stopped and looked at one another.

"Um, hey Gwen, uh, well," Peter scratched the back of his neck nervously, "I was, um… I was wondering, well… would you like to, well, I mean sometime would you like to, uh–"

"Yes."

"–Well you don't have to, it's just an idea–"

"Peter, I said yes." Gwen smiled. Peter raised his eyebrows.

"Oh! Yeah, um, yeah we should. Yeah." Peter nodded repeatedly, awkwardly smiling.

"Yeah, definitely." Gwen looked up at Peter, and smiled, wringing her hands together nervously at the same time. Both of them were nodding and smiling, looking anywhere but each other. "We should, um, get back to class, the bell is due to ring any second, actually. We need to get our stuff."

"Yes. Good point." Peter said, and as if it had happened when Gwen thought it, the bell rang. After speed-walking to their class and retrieving their things, they bid goodbye and parted ways. Peter then skipped to his next class.

A/N: Hey, sorry if this chapter is kind of short, but I should have a new one out hopefully tomorrow. Did I do the 'asking Gwen out' scene justice? I hope you guys like it, and thanks for reading and reviewing! Have a nice day...
~Sophie