Da da da! Chapter 6! Hope you all enjoy it!

Chapter 6 Throwing phones

Other than my little run in with Flash this morning, my first day of school was an over-all good day. Peter was awesome for making sure that I got to my classes and showing me short cuts so I would always be on time. I don't know, I thought he was nice but by the end of the day I was tired of spending every waking moment with him. He gave off a vibe that he wanted to be more than friends WAYYYY too soon.

After Peter had made sure I made it across the intersection from earlier safely, (news traveled fast about my accident), he finally left me. He told me that he would have gladly walked with me home but he had to go pick something up from the store for his aunt. As he turned the corner and was out of sight I gave a sigh of relief to finally be alone. I then turned my I-Pod back on and walked peacefully home alone.

Bryan and I made eye contact as we neared the apartment building from opposite directions. We both picked up our walking paces and reached the entrance at the same time.

"Run, now." we both said simultaneously as he opened the door for me like a good little brother does. We noisily rushed up the stairs, burst through the apartment door, and changed into running clothes in record time. We made our way down to the lobby on the elevator so we could stretch and then we were on our way out the door.

"How was your day?"

"Well, I met some of the football guys in PE..." he hesitated to continue.

"And?"

"They weren't exactly the nicest guys."

"What do you mean?"

"They're only in 8th grade and they're already talking about doing drugs and drinking at some party on Saturday and," he leaned in close so no one but me could hear, " 'it'," he leaned back away as we continued to run. "I just don't think those are the type of people I want to hang with right now. I mean those are the type of guys that are ruining their athletic careers before they even get started."

I smiled at the innocence of my little brother and the wisdom he possessed that allowed him to set high standards for his friends. "Bryan, I just want you to know I'm so proud of you and I love you." He smiled as we quickened our pace.

"How about you? How was your day?"

"Let's see... I almost got hit by a semi and died, got 'rescued' then dropped 5 stories by a creep in spandex named Spiderman who can soar around on webs, got hit on then almost beat up by some jerk and his friends, then rescued by a nice guy who's really awkward and annoying but still cute in his own way." I breathed, "yeah I had a pretty boring day." We both laughed at my sarcasm than I went into deeper details about my unusual experiences as we ran back home.

Later that night during dinner I got a text from Johnny asking if he could call me in 15 minutes. As I read the text I squealed, shoved food unattractively into my mouth, and ran out to my fire escape to wait for the phone to ring. I leaned against the railing while I let my hair blow in the evening breeze for a few minutes and then sat down with my back against the wall until I drifted off to sleep after waiting for an hour. I was quickly awoken by my phone vibrating with a new text message.

Hey babe, something came up. I'll call u 2mro. Luv ya!

Did that seriously just happen? I sighed and leaned my head against the wall. I then angrily stood up and threw my phone across the late night sky. Within seconds of it being thrown something caught it and pulled it in the other direction.

"What the...?" I cocked my head and furrowed my brows in confusion. Then I was met by a face hanging upside down inches in front of my own. "Oh!" I screamed as I backed a little too hard into the brick wall behind me. "oww..." I moaned as I rubbed my back.

"Sorry, you kind of dropped this."

"No, arachnid kid, I threw it."

"For the record, It's Spiderman and why would you throw a perfectly good phone away like that?" He stuck out his hand and gave me my phone back which I was preparing to throw again from frustration.

"Because my stupid boyfriend," I chucked the phone again, "just can't seem to make time for me anymore." Spiderman shot a web, caught the phone again, and handed it back to me.

"Just so you know I'm not gonna let that phone hit the ground so throw it as many times as you want if it makes you feel better." He had flipped himself right side up and was now crouching on the railing beside me as I leaned against it.

"Nah, I'm not going to it's not worth it." I turned to go back into my room through the window but stopped when he began to speak.

"So why is it that when you make up names for me you always assume I'm young?" He was now off the railing and standing across from me on the grated floor.

"Wow, that's really off topic and because no old man would have muscles like yours bulging out of a spandex suit and your voice kind of gives it away."

"So you noticed my muscles? Do you like them?" I could sense his eyebrows wiggling under that mask as he inched closer to me. I scoffed at his comment and rolled my eyes.

"You just think of yourself as God's gift to New York Don't you?"

"Of course I do! I wouldn't have it any other way since I kind of am. I mean come on I'm smoking hot and I fight crime what more of a gift could they want?"

"Oh my gosh," I said in disbelief, "has anyone ever told you that you are a total jerk and really, really annoying?"

"No."

"Well you are." I turned hoping to have ended the conversation but he grabbed my wrist and inched closer.

"Am I, am I really?" That's it I had had enough of this creep violating me. I swung to slap him but in a flash he had me pinned gently against the wall.

"Trust me Sweetheart, you will never be able to set a hand on me unless I let you so play nice."

"Ugh! You creep! Let me go!" I tried to squirm out of his grasp but his arms were really strong.

"Hey, listen." he spoke gently as if trying to calm me down. "I don't want to hurt you. I would never hurt you, I just want to get to know you." he rubbed his neck uncomfortably as he let me go. "I may meet a lot of people while on the job but I never get to socialize with them so it gets kind of lonely. I was thinking maybe we could be friends?"

I rolled my eyes but smirked to myself as I began to climb through my window. "It's getting late. I gotta go."

"Can't I at least know your name?"

I looked back and stared into his masked eyes hoping to catch a glimpse of something other than my reflection then answered him, "It's Elizabeth."

He hopped back onto the railing and prepared to jump but looked back at me, "Good night, Elizabeth. I'll be back tomorrow," and with that he was gone.