You walked past the girls locker room and made your way to the coach's office to report Jake. You didn't want to, but it had to happen. The comments he was making at you during class were offensive and scary, and you didn't know how to make it stop.
"Coach?" you said as you popped your head into the office door. The office looked empty and bleak.
You sighed. He probably went home for the day already. You would have to talk to him tomorrow.
You turned around and gasped when you bumped into someone in the hallway. You pushed away from him immediately, and apologized out of instinct. You looked up and saw that Jake was the one you ran into, then rolled your eyes.
"Excuse me." you said.
Jake grinned maliciously. "Where you running off to, (Y/N)?" His hand reached out and touched your hip; you jerked away. "Were you looking for some fun with the coach?"
Your brow furrowed. "That's disgusting, and I'm leaving."
You took a step around him, but he threw up his arm to block you. You felt his grimy fingers around your elbow.
"If you're looking for fun, I'm right here." he whispered, his hissing voice resembling a serpent.
"Get away from me." you spit as you yanked your arm from his grip.
You walked away, feeling proud that you actually got him to listen this time. Maybe he would stop messing with you from now on.
Your thoughts are denied when you feel someone grabbing your arms from behind and pulling you back. You scream as you're yanked backward. Jake whips you around and makes you face him, his eyes now inches from yours.
"You don't talk to me that way, you little bitch." Jake yelled in your face. You screamed when you felt a stinging across your cheek, and realized he had slapped you. "You want me, you're just afraid everyone will call you a slut. But that's what you are."
He holds your wrists in his fists but you struggle to pull them free. Your face is burning and your heart is pounding. You don't want it to show, but you're terrified. You never thought Jake would do this, it's low even for him.
"Let go of me!" you shout.
"Shut up." he answers.
You wished so badly for someone to come down the hallway of the locker rooms and help you. You want to scream for help but Jake could hit you again if you do.
From the corner of your eye, you see a sudden flash of red. Before you can blink, Jake's hands have let yours go. You stand stunned as Jake lies on his back on the ground and a masked figure hovers over him. He groans in pain, over and over.
You gasp when you comprehend what's happening. There is Spiderman, straddling Jake, punching him over and over. You hear the masked man calling Jake a coward and a piece of shit repeatedly. You see blood fly from Jake's face and finally rush over to them.
"Stop, stop!" you touch his arms gently, and the mask turns to look at you. "Please, you'll kill him."
He looks at you for a long while, then sighs. He turns his head back to Jake's bloody face and bruised eyes. "You're lucky. If you ever touch her again, I'll kill you."
Spiderman stands suddenly. He turns to you and slowly reaches for your hand. You give him a confused look.
"Do you trust me?" he asks.
You stare at him for a long time, then nod slowly. You take his hand.
Spiderman pulled you down the hallway and out the gym doors, outside of your high school. He swiftly wrapped his arm around your back, shot a web, and whisked you both into the air.
