AN: Hey guys, here's a new chapter for you. Sorry for the long wait, but to make up for it, here's a long chapter.

Chapter 9: Bitch Fight!

Monday morning I walked through the halls searching for Peter, but had no luck. I would ask his friends, but I don't think he really has any. The bell rang. Maybe I'll get him in class. I was wearing a black tank top that said, "Normal People Scare Me" with grey jeans and my black converse. My hair was down like always.
When I sat at my desk I saw him walk through the door with his head down. Almost like he was embarrassed to look up. He sat down and reached into his backpack to get something.
"That you, Freakshow?" Flash greeted, "I didn't recognize you with out that hoodie."
I ignored him and looked to the embarrassed boy next to me, "Peter?"
He glanced up, but said nothing.
"I want to say I-I'm sorry. For blowing up on you Friday. It was uncalled for and I don't even know where it came from."
He stared at me for a while before nodding with that crooked smirk, "Yeah, um I'm sorry too. That was in-"
I held my hand up stopping him, "Don't apologize. You did nothing wrong."
"Did you two losers go on a date?" Flash asked.
We ignored him again, "I do have to talk to you about something relating to what we talked about though. Would you mind if we talked at lunch?" I asked him.
"Yeah, sure. Oh! You forgot this. Aunt May wanted to make sure you got your "second skin" back," he pulled out my red hoodie along with some crumbled up pieces of paper that fell out. He handed it to me. My mouth curled into a smile, "There you are."
I put it on straight away, getting warm, "It felt weird without it."
I turned to look at him again, "Thank you."
He gave me a smile that made something flutter in my stomach. This time, I did dwell on it.

In second period, as soon as I sat with Gwen all she kept talking about was why I kept avoiding her all weekend and if I talked to my mom. I told what little I could with out exposing my secret.
"You'll be fine though?"
"Yeah. I have an appointment with Doc today anyway. So I'll talk to him."
She smiled, "That's great, Jessica. It really is. I'm glad you are looking forward to talking to him."
I nodded and gave a fake smile. I actually wasn't looking forward to talking with the shrink today.
Our teacher, Mr. McDonald came to the board and wrote "DNA model project" on the board.
"Today, you will get a partner and together you will build a model of a DNA structure and label it along with a written report on everything about a DNA strand."
I looked at Gwen and shrugged. Easy enough. We're always partners on projects, "I will choose your partner however."
The whole class filled with groans and moans. Are you serious? We can't choose our partner?
"Is there a problem?" He asked. Everyone raised a hand and there was chatter, "Alright, enough! Know that I do not care about your 'cliques' or reputation of who you hang out with."
Please partner me up with someone good. He read out names two by two.
"Jasmine Cruz and Oswald Jackson."
Please give me someone good.
"Luis Travis and Alma Grey."
Someone good, please!
"George Peterson and Jeffery Jones."
People were sighing as they got paired with whoever Mr. McDonald named.
"Renee Davidson and Summer Green."
Can random luck just give me Gwen?
"Gwen Stacy and Lana Baumgarter." Or luck can just take a shit on me. That's fine.
"Sorry," I heard Gwen whisper.
"Quentin Trent and Rose Emerson."
Someone one good! Someone I can put up with. Not-
"Harry Osborn and Jessica Drew."
Son of a Bitch!
I looked over to see Harry with a frown on his face. Great. I'm paired with someone that hates my guts for no damn reason.
"Alright get with your partners. Project is due next Friday."
I sighed as Gwen looked to me, "Maybe you'll have a new friend," her optimism didn't help. I got up and approached Harry.
"Umm Hi," he just looked at me, not saying a word. I continued, "Listen, I know me and you don't really hang out or talk to each other or are in any way relevant to each other's lives, but-."
"Just sit and act like you're doing something. Don't worry about the project. I got it. I'll give you half the credit."
"Excuse me?" I asked confused.
"You heard me. I got this."
I stepped closer, "No you don't. This is a project that two people work on. You carry half the work and I carry half the work. Now let's figure out how we divide this up."
He passed me a blank sheet of paper, "Your half can be you writing your name on this paper."
I took the paper and threw it to the side, "No! Whether you like it or not, I'm helping you with this project. I will not be some idiot you throw to the sidelines, Harry. Now where and when do you want do this?"
This seemed to peeve him judging by the look on his face. Well, this pissed me off. How dare he shoves me to the side like a useless tool. I could feel eyes on us since we were the only ones standing and making a scene.
"Fine then. My house then since I'm sure there will be more space to work," he said with a snotty tone. I rolled my eyes, "Whatever works for you."
Before I left class, Mr. McDonald called my name, "Jessica, wait up. Gotta talk to you."
I nodded to Gwen and she walked off as I went to my teacher, "What's up?"
"Are you feeling alright?"
I was taken back, "What do you mean?"
"You seem to be having emotional outbursts lately. I never get that from you. Everything okay?"
I shook my head slowly, but quickly nodded, "Yeah. I'm okay."
"Are you sure? If you need to talk to someone you can see the school psychiatrist. Have you seen him yet?"
Yet? My mouth dropped, "You're the birdie?"
He became confused, "The what?"
"The birdie. Did you talk to Ms. Danvers about me seeing Dr. Samson?"
"No, I did not."
Damn! Who the hell is the birdie?
"Never mind. I'm fine Mr. McDonald. Thank you for caring though," I left the class.
"Have a nice day."

I sat down in the not-so-comfortable leather chair in Doc's office. He cleaned off his glasses and put them back on, "How have you been since your last visit, Jessica?"

"Well, pretty darn crappy actually."

"That's blunt."

"That's... me?" I said confused.

"Why was it 'crappy'?" He took out his notebook and pen.

"Where to begin, I almost got mugged, my mom slipped out that I have a different dad, I got proposed to by a random stranger on the subway, I'm partnered up with a kid that hates my guts for a science project, and I've gained a crush on a guy that is too good for me."

Doc tilted his head, "Why is it a bad thing to have a crush?"

"Are you kidding me? After all of that you think that is the strangest?" I threw my arms up.

He waved his arms down ward, "Calm down, Jessica. We'll get to those. Let's build up to that, okay?"

I took a deep breath, "Now what's wrong with the guy?"

"Like I said. He's too good for me. He probably doesn't like me the way I think he does. Even if that's true, all I'd do is just let him down."

"It sounds like you're just love sick, Jessica. Maybe it's time you drop that barrier and let someone in."

I scoffed, "I'm not in love, okay? I'm just..." He raised an eyebrow causing me to put my face in my hands, "I'm just stupid."

"Love makes you stupid."

"Okay, can we talk about something else?" I suggested. Doc nodded his head and pulled out a pile of big cards, "Let's try this."

"What is it?"

He lifted up a card that had black ink smeared on it, "Ink blots. Cliche? I know."

I groaned, "Come on, Jessica. Now tell me what you see."

I studied the ink blot. There was a weird bulge with two smears on each side. Around it were several circles around it.

"It looks like people gathered around a turkey dinner," Doc set the card down and picked up another one. This had smears on the top and bottom of the card with an awkward circle blot in the top left corner, "A nice view."

He set that one next to the "turkey dinner" one.

This one scared me for some reason. It had sharp and pointed blots making a face.

"An angry wolf or dog," he set that on top of the "turkey dinner" card.

The next card had squarish blots all over, "A city?"

He placed that on top of the other pile. He shuffled through and took out one from the middle. This one was interesting.

There was one rounded rectangle blot surrounding two odd shaped ones. Then sprinkled with black dots.

"Two people driving in the rain," he set that on top of the dog card.

Another card was of strange triangles morphed together in the center, "A space ship?"

"Last one, Jessica," he showed me two circles of different size on top of each other. The smaller one was on top. Coming out of the bottom one was strange legs.

I rolled my eyes, "A spider, Doc. Did you put that in on purpose?" I asked.

"No. You saw what your mind wanted you to see. I personally think it's a crab."

"Sure you do," I sat back in my seat.

"What is this fixation on spiders?" He asked as he lifted one of the silver balls on the Newton's Cradle. I stared at that for a moment before answering, "Maybe it's like my 'spirit animal', Doc."

"Do you believe that?"

"Or maybe I just think spiders are cool and you're reading into this."

He held his breath and nodded once, "Of course," he went to grab the pile of cards that I guess he considered "alarming".

"Why did you see a turkey dinner here?"

"I'm hungry for turkey," I shrugged, "Jessica."

"I don't know why!" I snapped, "Why is there a deeper meaning to it? Why can't I just see friends and family gathered around a dinner talking about business?"

"They're talking about business?"

I face palmed myself, "Not the point."

"No, no, keep going with it. What other details do you see in it?"

I stared at it for a while. It felt like it was actually morphing into a clear picture. Like a memory that was forgotten. The picture was from an angle, like it was from a doorway.

"I see mostly adults at the table. There's only two kids sitting. I feel like there needs to be more with them."

"Where are they?"

"You got me. Maybe they're off being kids."

"How about this angry dog?" When I looked at the picture I could practically feel the heat of the dog's breath as it snarled.

"Yeah, it's angry. Enough said."

Doc got suspicious, "Do you know why it's angry?"

"Because it's a crazy dog that probably has rabies or something," he set it aside when he saw how upset I was getting.

"You saw two people driving in the rain in this one. Care to expand?"

I studied this one, knowing why this one felt familiar.

I saw me and Jonathan driving in the rain. He seemed to be worried about something. He did smile at me to try and make me feel safe. In that moment, I didn't feel the need to be scared of anything. Jonathan would protect me from whatever it was that he feared. There was a loud crash after.

"They crashed their car. Glass is all over the place."

Thunder claps as lightening strikes, terrifying me. The rain is cold as it touches my skin, "It's really pouring."

"...be afraid..."

I shook my head, "We're done," I stood up and grabbed my backpack. Doc stood up with me, "You didn't finish."

"I don't want to finish. That car crash that I'm seeing. It happened to me when I was eight. That's why I have such a 'barrier', okay? It was traumatic, Doc."

He didn't say anything until I reached the door, "Be back here on Thursday, Jessica."

"Yeah, yeah."

I sat with Gwen at our table as I waited for Peter to stop by. I looked around nervously to see where he was. I brought that folder with the Decay Rate Algorithm. It's in my backpack.

"Why do you look so nervous?" Gwen asked me when she set down her book. I turned to look at her, "Waiting for someone."

"Who could it be?" She asked with a mocking mysterious tone.

I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turned hoping it was Peter, but it was that blond haired, blue eyed partner of mine, "Harry?" this was surprising. He was seen with me. Outside of class. At lunch. In front of all of his "cool friends".

"Here, this is my address. Stop by today after school around four o'clock."

He gave me a piece of paper, "Oh um okay. Do I need to bring anything?"

He took a glance at me from head to toe, "No. Just bring yourself."

"Got it," I did a lazy salute. He rolled his eyes and walked off back to his territory.

"That's who you were waiting for?" Gwen asked once he was out of ear shot. I shook my head, "Uh no, actually."

"Hey!" An angry female voice called. What now? Liz Allen stomped up to me with a pissed off look, "What do you want?" I spat.

"No, what do you want with Harry?"

"Excuse me?" Okay, I'm confused. Liz's eyes were burning with hatred, "I saw you flirting with him. And why are you going to his house for a date?"

I winced my eyes at her, she liked Harry? And she thinks Harry is asking me out? I'm sorry, but that is pretty gross. I don't even know or like Harry like that. This could be fun.

"You don't mix rich with trash, so stay away from Harry!" She flipped her hair. After a moment I spoke, "Or else what?"

Liz turned around scowling at, "Just stay away."

"Or else what?" I shrugged. I looked in the corner of my eye and saw Gwen staring at me wide eyed. Liz came right to my face, "Or else I'll kick your ass!"

"What's really the problem here, Liz? The fact that he invited me over to his house before asking the school bicycle?" I felt a hard smack across my face. She slapped me. I held my hand over my cheek, feeling the heat from it. There were even thin scratch marks left from her acrylics.

I glanced up at her and stood up off the table, "Jess, don't!" Liz pushed me on the shoulders, "Do something, freak."

"Jessica, you're better than this," I turned to look at Gwen for a moment and smirked, "No, I'm not."

I then lunged at Liz pushing her down to the ground. Scraps were on the back of her legs. I was on top punching her in the face. She then bit down on my wrist and rolled us over to where she started scratching my neck and face. The little stings of the cuts when the air touched it was irritating.

Kids gathered around and started cheering and chanting. I began to pull Liz's brown hair so she came low enough for me to head bud. I was squeezing her wrist as her other hand was trying to hit me anyway it could. I back handed her head giving me the advantage to go back on top. There was tugging on my jacket.

"Jess, stop!" Gwen yelled as she bent down to try and break us up. I slightly shifted causing Gwen's arm to go by Liz's head. Liz bite down on her hand causing her yell, "Ouch!" Gwen held her hand. Peter ran up next to her, "What happened?"

"She bit me! Kick her ass, Jess!" Peter got down and tried to pull me off by grabbing my arms, but I pulled forward violently to go and hit Liz again.

After another few hits from each other, Mr. Cranston was the one that came through the crowd and saw me on top of her. This looked bad.

AN: Well, it looks like Jess will be getting in trouble for that one. One of you guys said things were boring so I decided to have Jess and Liz get in a fight.

Understand, Jessica grew up as a "normal" kid, so she's not gonna have special training or suddenly be a pro fighter. all she knows is regular school fighting moves.

It's all the action I could have for at the moment. I know you guys wanna see her in the suit fighting crime, I'll get there, I will, but I need to make the motive a little better instead of, "I'm gonna go out there just because".

So until then, let me pace myself with this okay? I'll update soon.