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-Gwen Stacy-
My parents freaked out about what happened. Thy had called as soon as they saw it on the news. I assured them that I was fine and that somehow Spider-Man was there to save the day. Dad didn't like to hear that but all that mattered was that I was safe he had said. I had a few scratches but nothing huge or bad happened to me.
Mr. Harrington only let us see the rest of the monuments from the ground level or within a distance for the rest of the day which bummed everyone about but he didn't want a repeat of the Washington monument. Now we're all gonna have a phobia of elevators. How exciting.
Peter finally appeared back at the hotel rooms and he had claimed that he went in search of a store but got lost. Pathetic story of you ask me but Mr. Harrington and everyone else seemed to buy it.
To be honest I was kind of glad he wasn't there. At least he didn't have to go through the accident. I know Peter well enough to know he's been through a lot. I'm not gonna lie when I say I have been asking about him. To one person in particular who's in my Pre calculus class. Aka Ned Leeds. He doesn't question me about it but he seems happy to talk about his bets friend. I learned that his parents had died long ago which was terrible. He lived with his aunt and other than that Ned just talked about how Peter knew Spider-Man. Gosh everyone loved that guy so much. Me also being part of the fan club.
Peter and I didn't talk much once we left DC. He sat with Ned on the bus and I sat in the back. I was bummed I didn't have the courage to talk to him but what else could I do. The more I looked over at him, the more I noticed he could never fear his eyes away from Liz. It was obvious he liked her. But I had already figured that out right? I never said I wanted to be anything with Peter Parker but friends. I knew what I was getting myself into so there was no point in being disappointed.
So that was my weekend. Phenomenal I know.
My mom tried to distract me with other stuff such as Homecoming. She asked if I had a date and what color I was going to where even though I've never once mentioned going. I had yet to respond to Harry's text and I don't know why I was holding back. It's not like I ever planned to go. Maybe I had just gotten my hopes up and had expected for someone else to ask me.
I felt like a jerk. Harry was my best friend through this all and here I was ignoring him. It was until I saw more text messages when I realized I was being unfair.
*Did I make things weird? *I meant as friends *Im sorry Gwen *Are you mad at me?
Those were from Saturday and it only made my situation worse when I decided not to answer. Then he hit me with these and I felt like a bad friend.
