AN: Okay new chapter (Unless you are from the future reading this. Then Old chapter!). But yeah, surprise update because I got a writing stroke for Watch Your Step. This chapter was a little emotionally draining for me to write so I hope you guys enjoy this. Not saying you must, I just hope it's actually good.

I do apologize for grammar and spelling, but I actually edited this. So I hope nothing is wrong.

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Chapter 15: Betrayal

Four Years Ago

I held on to my arms in the cold, night air as I was walking with Gwen. She was wearing a blue dress with knee high black socks and her pair of black flats. What I was more focused on was the grey coat over her. I was dumb and decided to wear a yellow, short-sleeved blouse and black jeans. I was freezing out here. She was walking a lot faster than me.
"Gwen! Wait up!" I shouted twenty feet away from her. She turned back to look at me and saw how cold I looked, "Why don't you have a jacket?"
"Because I out-grew my purple one and didn't get one when school started up."
She shook her head at me, "Okay, no. We're going to a store right now."
"What about the movie?" I complained. I really wanted to see it, this was the most talked about movie of the year! That and I don't want to miss the trailers. They were the best part. She grabbed my arm, "It will wait. You are not catching a cold or ammonia tonight."
"Yes, mom," I teased. She dragged me to the closest clothing store. It was a simple thrift shop, nothing special about it, "We are just going to buy the first one you like and be on our way," she started to look through the racks and examined some overwear.
I rolled my eyes, being impatient. She lifted one up and put it against me, "What about this one?"
It was an orange jacket that was too bright for me to even look at. I stepped back, "I want to keep warm, not direct traffic."
She put it back, "Fair enough. This one?" it was a long black coat. I shook my head, "No!" I started to go through the racks and found a hoodie. It seemed new and was red; not too bright, not too dark. Just red. I lifted it up and showed it to her, "What about this?"
Gwen looked at it with a bit of surprise, "A hoodie? That might not keep you warm enough."
I put it on and it was a little big on me, but I was fine with that, "I'm actually pretty warm now."
"Do you like it?"
I shrugged, "I like red, but is it too weird looking?" Gwen smiled and shook her head, "No. It looks like it's saying 'I am Jessica Drew and I am here'."
I looked down at it when it was on me. I liked that, "This is the one then."

I was at my locker packing some books I will need for the day. There was so much noise in these hallways of people yelling obnoxiously or just talking loud.

"I thought we were done with Norse mythology?" I heard Harry say from behind the locker door. I slightly shut it for a second to look at him, "What are you talking about?"
He pointed at the books in my hands, "You still have a book on Norse mythology," I looked down and saw it in my arms. How the hell does this book keep getting into my backpack?
"Oh, I haven't turned it in yet. I'm going to later," I threw the book in my locker then zipped up my backpack. I looked down at his hands and he was holding a white box in one hand. There was a red ribbon wrapped around it, "What's with the box? Gift for Liz?"
Harry smirked, "No, actually it's for you."
I raised an eyebrow and set down my bag, "A gift? For me?"
"Yeah, friends do that, right? Give each other gifts or something?"
He handed it to me, "I honestly don't know the rules, but okay," I grabbed it and undid the ribbon, "You put a this on?" I held the silky material in my hand.
"It was that or a just give you a blank white box," I nodded and opened it up. I moved the blue tissue paper out the way and saw a faded-washed green fabric with black strips. When I took it out the fabric unfolded into a hoodie. I looked at Harry, surprised at what I was seeing, "A hoodie?"
"Well, you've been wearing that one for so long, I figured maybe it was time for you to have a new one."
This was actually really nice of him, but I've grown to love my red hoodie. I can't just really ignore it, but I don't want to be rude to Harry. He took the time to get me this and even wrapped a ribbon on the box. I unzipped my old red friend and hung it in my locker. I put on Harry's gift and it was very comfortable.
"How do I look?" I asked. Harry smiled, "Great. Green is definitely your color," I put my backpack on, "Think so?"
"Yeah, I really do."
I steeped in front of him and held out my arms, "I don't look like a talking plant, do I?"
Harry let out a laugh, "No, of course not," he paused for a moment and tilted his head, "Have you seen that movie?"he asked me.
I dropped my hands, "What movie?"
He snickered before speaking, "Little Shop of Horrors? It's a musical with a killer, alien plant?" We started walking to class, "No, I don't think I've ever heard of a movie like that."
"It's great! You'd love it. In fact," Harry stopped and grabbed my shoulder, "You should come over and watch it sometime."
I nodded at the suggestion, "Didn't know you liked musicals."
"I love that one. Seriously though, you should. How about tonight? My dad is going out of town. He'd leave money and we can be a couple of friends eating a shit load of pizza."
"That sounds great!" Pizza sounds so awesome right now. I smiled at first, but then it slowly dropped realizing that I can't. I have a job to do. I mean I'm not getting paid, but I still like going out at night and stopping criminals. Besides, I want to talk to Bug Boy. I wanted to apologize and thank him for my actions last night. He was only trying to help.
"I'm sorry, Harry. I'd love to and it sounds great, but I just can't go."
"What do you mean? It's gonna be fun."
"Yeah, I know, but I-," I actually have to go kill myself for not thinking of an excuse, "But what?"
"It's my mom. She's been feeling sick since yesterday. I have to take care of her," Harry rubbed his forehead, "Okay, I understand then."
"I am sorry and I really do appreciate it," I could feel Harry being upset about this. It was written on his face, "It's okay. Just—I hope your mom feels better," he started to walk off down the hall. I slammed my locker shut. I felt like I just kicked a puppy.
He really did want to do this. Do I really have to go out tonight? I mean I did cut my night short last time I went out to have fun. But someone can get hurt because you wanted to have a good time. You know what, screw it! I shouldn't have my other life take over my main life.
"Harry!" he turned back to me, "Yeah?"
"My mom, she can look after herself. I mean she is an adult," I saw his face light up, "So you wanna come over?"
I nodded, "I'd love to stop by at six."
"Sounds great," Harry turned around to walk off again, but this time much happier. I went to my class and walked passed Gwen. She glanced up at me and slightly waved. I smiled at her.
When I got to my seat Peter was already passed out in his. I set my bag down and looked forward in class. I think today I actually will try to do good in school.

"Nice hoodie," Gwen said when we were walking out of Calculus. I looked down at it real quick, "Yeah, I think I like the color green."
Gwen glanced at me, "Where'd you get it?"
"It was a gift from Harry Osborn," I kept my answer short.
"Harry? I thought he hated you?" she asked confused. I continued to walk, "I thought so too, but I guess you were right. I did find a new friend."
She let out a small smile, "That's good, Jess," she bit her lip as if she was hiding something. What's wrong with her?
"Everything okay?" I asked her. Gwen sighed and was about to speak until, "Jess!" Harry came up from behind and gave me an unexpected hug. We halfway spun around but then let me go. He was walking with Liz and she just gave me a blank stare, "Hi, Harry," I said when I got away from him. He pointed at me, "You'll be singing later!" then walked off with Liz to her locker. Gwen turned to look at me. I pointed with my thumb, "He's showing me Little Shop of Horrors later. Have you seen it?"
Her mouth opened in an irritated way, "You like Harry Osborn? That's why you have pushed Peter away?"
Whoa! Hold on there. I shook my head quickly, "No! I don't like Harry that way at all. He is a friend."
"Since when?"
"Since why does it matter?" I shrugged my shoulders, "Just because you're my best friend you have to approve of all my other friends I make? Is this because he's technically your boss?" I whispered.
Gwen's mouth dropped, "No, it's just you have really shoved Peter away ever since you and Harry became 'best buds'," Gwen made the quotation mark gesture with her fingers. I crossed my arms, "Are you jealous because I want to hang out with someone new? You and Peter seem to be 'good friends'," I copied her gesture, "because you invited him to dinner for the first time in forever. I'm sorry, I meant never. And what the hell was with that shit?"
"What shit?" she stung the last word. It's rare that I hear her curse. I think we were actually fighting?
"I don't know? Inviting Peter over for dinner without telling me, making me dress up and look ridiculous in front of him. How about secretly setting up a date so your family can be an amused audience? Any of that a useful hint?" My voice raised at the end.
"An audience? That's what you thought. Jessica, I was trying to help you further your relationship with Peter. But I guess that didn't work since you yelled at him."
I bit the side of my cheek, "Yeah, I yelled at him under a lot stress and pressure. I shouldn't have done it, but I was gonna apologize to him in class. Except he was asleep the entire time," I confessed. Gwen slowly nodded, "You still like him, then?"
I nodded, "Yeah, I do."
She looked down at her shoes, "I'm sorry," her voice broke. What now?
"For what?"
When she stared up at me it looked like she was trying not to cry, "We...kissed. After you left. I thought you hated him. He did too."
I felt my heart slowly rip down the middle. Gwen, my best friend since kindergarten, someone I pretend is my sister, the only girl I've ever loved; kissed the one guy I actually felt a connection to. They kissed.
Right now, I really want to cry. I really want to punch someone. I really want to yell at the top of my lungs, but I'm not going to. No one is going to see me break. Not if I have anything to do about it.
I nodded, "Wow, congratulations," I clapped slowly, "No, really. You two deserve each other."
She looked at me feeling guilt-ridden. I pointed at her, "You're smart. He's smart. You both can go be smart, nerds talking about science together. Don't forget to invite me to the wedding. I'm sure the vowels will be long equations," I hissed at the end. Gwen stared at me like I just stabbed her.
"Jessica, don't-."
I started to walk backwards away from her, "Am I the maid of honor? Or the maid of pity?" I turned around and hurried out of there. I didn't feel like doing school today. Not anymore.

"Ahhh!" I kicked over a silver trash can along the sidewalk. It made a loud clang noise as I walked away from it. This fucking sucks right now! I walked into an alley way to go change. I need to. I need to let this out or else I will seriously explode from anger. I pulled my mask down hard and climbed up the side of a building. I started to roof jump along the way. I wonder if Bug Boy was around. Maybe he would be down to kick some ass with me.
I jumped down another alley and landed in a puddle. Son of a bitch! My legs were now wet. I kicked the water off me hoping it would dry in five seconds. No good. I grabbed a news paper that was just laying there to soak up the filthy street water. I saw the big bolded head line.
Captain Issues Arrest Warrant for Masked Vigilantes, Spider-Man and Spider-Woman.

Oh just fucking great! Now I'm being officially hunted by my best friend's dad! Wait, I pretty damn sure it's ex-best friend now. Can this day get any worse?

I heard cop cars speed by with their sirens blaring. Maybe not. For once I'm glad crime is happening. I headed toward them.
Eight squad cars were outside of a bank. I heard a loud boom come from inside. Do they have explosives with them? I managed to sneak my way over to the building and enter through the air vent roof. I dropped down into a generator room and heard another boom. I sure hope you know what you're getting yourself into, Jessica because it sounds pretty bad.
I slid out of the door and started to crawl on the ceiling. I made my way to the main lobby where the ceiling got higher and easier for me to hide. I dangled there to see the situation.
There were two females in short black shorts and matching, short sleeved shirts with knee high boots. The design on each shirt was different. One was with a pink outline while the other was red. The one in pink one looked like a young girl, around my age, maybe younger. The other looked like it could be her mom. I mean they both had long brown hair.
The younger one was holding her fists out to a group of people, "Everyone shut the fuck up or else I swear I'll make your head explode!"
"Lana! Help me out here! The cops will come in soon so we have to leave!" The red one yelled.
"Mother! I'm trying to make sure none of these bitches try to play hero!"
I rolled my eyes and decided it was time I introduced myself. I let go of the ceiling and dropped down, "I've been called a bitch lot in my day, but not by a twelve year old."
The girl aimed her fists at me, "Get down on the ground or else I'll blast you so bad you'll be eating your own shit!"
I pointed to the older one while looking at the potty mouth "You kiss your mother with that mouth?"
"Kiss my ass, bitch!"
I teased, "Oh yeah? And who are you to make me?"
The girl's hands started to heat up with some energy, "We're the Bombshells. Which means you're f-," The blast shot out of her hands and came at me. I flew back as it hit me through the wall.
Ow.
I got up and could see the "Bombshells" blow open a hole in another wall. I went after them, "Hey!" I yelled when I was behind them, "You forgot to get arrested!" I lunged at them. The older one blasted at me and I managed to dodge it and punch her in the jaw.
"You, fucker!" the girl yelled. Another punch at the mom, "Great job at parenting," I kicked her in the stomach, "A plus work," she was thrown against the wall. I turned to see the little girl, but right when I did I was met with a bomb.
I flew all the way to the street and crashed into a cop car. Both the officers that were standing outside of it pointed their guns at me, "Freeze!"
"Hey! Hey! Point that at the sailor holding the cash!" I pointed at the girl who was trying to drag her mom. Surprisingly both cops did what I said. I'm not the threat here.
"Freeze!" They yelled again. The girl blasted another bomb toward one cop, but I managed to jump at him and got the cop out of the way.
When we landed on the ground he looked at me, "Thanks."
"Still think I'm a criminal?" I got up and started to run toward the last Bombshell. She began to unload on me with her blasts, but I would either jump over them or completely dodge it. She shot two at the same time while I was in the air. I spun my body around, landed, then did a front flip to where my feet kicked her tiny body off the ground. I got her in her chin too. That's gonna hurt in the morning.
When she landed on the ground, the girl was knocked out cold. I stood above her, "Bombshells? More like Bomb dumbasses."
The cops came around me and handcuffed the ladies. The cop I saved approached me, "You stopped them."
I turned to him, "Yeah, I did. I'll tell you right now, I'm here to help," more sirens were coming my way, but there is a high possibility the other cops won't be listening. I turned to run, "Hey!"
I looked back at the cop. He took his hat off, "My daughter is gonna love to hear this story. I'm just glad I'm alive to tell her. Thank you."
"You don't have to. Just keep her close, got it?" After he nodded I jumped on a wall and climbed out of there.

Six o'clock rolled around and I was going as fast as I could to get to Harry's. I was feeling so sore and partially deaf thanks to the 'Bombshells' earlier that I had to take a shower at home. I wore Harry's gift over a long black sleeve shirt and dark washed jeans. I did my good deed today. Tonight, I will feast on expensive, cheesy pizza and watch a cheesy musical with, right now, my only friend. I sighed at those three words.
Don't get angry right now, Jess. You don't want to ruin your last friendship you got left, do you? Are you trying to isolate yourself from the world again? Do you feel that you deserve to be alone? Don't answer that. My phone buzzed. It was Gwen, but I ignored it.
I got to Harry's penthouse and was greeted by Bernard.
"Miss Drew, pleasure to see you again," he opened the door, "Nice seeing you again too."
"The pizzas should be on their way," he shut the door.
"Goodness," I dragged out. Bernard pointed toward an archway, "Harry is in the living room setting up your entertainment."
I headed in the direction and walked in on Harry pointing a remote at a tv screen. He quickly glanced at me, "Hey, hang on. I'm trying to get this together."
I went and sat down on the comfy couch. It felt like a cloud. Damn rich people, always having the best of everything. The screen popped up a menu that had the main theme song blaring in our ears. I quickly cover my ears as the happy jingle played.
Harry quickly turned it down, "Sorry! Sorry!"
"What song was that?" I asked uncovering my ears. Harry smirked, "Trust me, you'll like it in five minutes."
He pressed play.

We were half way into the movie and I was on my fourth slice of pizza, "I can't believe you know most of the lyrics," I smiled over at Harry. He started to snicker, "I told you it was my favorite."
I took a bite of my food and pointed at him, "You have a lovely voice."
"No, I don't," he held his slice to his mouth.
"No, you should go audition on Broadway," Harry stood up and set his piece down and started to pour a glass of soda, "Right. You could be my agent then," he joked with me. He handed me a cup and then sat back down. I looked over to the front door to see where Bernard was, but he was gone. I turned back to Harry, "So where's your dad? Why is he out of town?" I asked.
Harry drank some soda, "Does it matter? He never tells me anything," I felt the bitterness in his tone. I raised my eyebrows, "It doesn't seem weird that he just left for no reason?"
"He does this all the time. I'm always here by myself," his eyes were somewhat saddened. I looked at the TV to see the characters singing a slow love song, but then turned back to Harry, "Well, I'm having fun right now."
Harry smiled, "Good. Besides, no one at school has actually seen this movie."
I let out a laugh, "Uncultured swines."
Harry stood up, "They're just gonna sing for a little bit longer. Do you want to come with me real quick upstairs. I have to show you something really cool."
I shrugged my shoulders, "Yeah, lead the way. What are you showing me?"
"It's a surprise," he offered his hand for me to grab. I did and followed him upstairs.
He lead me to down a long hallway with a bunch of pictures hanging on the walls. I pointed at one with fruits, "Still Life?"
"It's going to be," he mumbled. What did that mean? We came to these double doors and he opened them. I walked into an office where everything was made of some expensive wood. The only thing that wasn't was a leather, Rollie chair that was facing way from us. Harry shut the doors.
"I'm so glad you could make it," a voice was heard coming from the chair. It slowly turned revealing a person was sitting there. That person was the king of the crockpot throne. Norman Osborn. I swallowed the air in my throat.
"How long has it been? Ten years?"
"I don't know," I tried to keep my voice calm, "I don't remember."
Norman nodded, "Well, regardless, it's great seeing you again. How's your mother?"
"You mean is she still alive after you blasted her with a beam of radiation? Yes, she is doing great. No signs of cancer as far as we know."
"So, it seems that you know quiet a bit? Connors always knew you'd remember," I turned around to see Harry, but he tried to look away from me and kept quiet. He tricked me into coming here. He tricked me into being his friend. I wanted to throw up.
"Yeah, well. Do I get a prize? Like being able to go home?" It was worth a shot. Norman smirked in a creepy way, "But we just got you back, Jessica. Why would we let you leave?"
"Well, maybe you shouldn't have lost me to begin with."
"We never lost you. We just made sure you matured enough so we can get those amazing gifts from you."
My heart began to race, "I'm not sure how to just give them to you. I would, but don't know how."
"Let my staff worry about that," the doors open up behind me. Five guards came in and tried to grab me. I punched one, "NO! You can't do this!" They grabbed me by my arms and legs then started to carry me out. Norman kept his smile, "Actually, I can."
"I'm a person! I living person! I'm not a lab rat! No!" I elbowed another guard, but they wouldn't let me go. I managed to yanked my arm away and reach out toward Harry, "Harry! No! Help me!" I screamed, "Help! I don't want this!" He did nothing, he acted like I wasn't there screaming in fear. I felt a hard blow hit me the back of my head, turning my whole world black.

AN: Uh-oh. There seems to be a lot of trouble going on for Jess. I say she takes that hoodie and burns it! Fake friend gift! But it looks so nice on her.

I saw Captain America: the Winter Soldier on Friday and I loved that movie! What did you guys think? Let me know, but please try not to spoil it for anyone that has not seen it.

Thank you for reading. Please stay tuned for what comes next. Bye-Bye!

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