Sophia Rambeau is not someone you would describe as average.
With a brilliant mind passed down from her deceased mother, life tends to drag between her physics and biology classes at Midtown School of Science and Technology. The only real things tha...
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PETER PARKER NEVER SHOWED UP.
The entirety of Midtown was packed inside Lottie's penthouse, music and lights bouncing off the windows and ceiling as Sophia sat drinking in a corner of the kitchen, watching her classmates laugh, having a good time while all she could do was drown in her own disappointment.
Flash and his goons were blaring some trap music which was most of the reason why she'd run off to the kitchen, Lottie too busy running around being a good host to stay in one place long enough to talk to, and Harry busy shmoozing whatever girl was on his arm tonight to stop thinking about the good host.
Everything was shit.
"Ned!" Sophia shouted when the boy stumbled in the kitchen to grab another drink, throwing a grin her way.
"This party is insane, Sophia!"
"Thanks," she smiled, refilling his cup. "I'm glad you could come. I did want to ask you . . ." Hey, can I have your best friend's number because I've been waiting for him all night and want to know why he's not here? Definitely not. "Have you heard from Peter at all? He hasn't shown up yet."
