(A.N. Okay… This is my first Spider-Man fan fiction. Might not be good at first, but I shall try. :3 Please try to correct some of my mistakes in reviews, but don't be mean about it. Anywho, on with Not the Only One!)

Saffron's POV:
"What are you doing breathing my air, Safro?" Flash growled. He shoved me into the lockers, painfully grinding my thine spine into the hard metal.

Well, before I go into the whole story of how I got bullied, I should tell you a little about myself. My name is Saffron Aria. Saff for short. Some jerks like Flash call my Safro because my hair is naturally in a small afro, no matter what I do. I have ugly, brown hair, and eyes that look as dull as unbarfed chocolate. I'm 4"5' and on the verge of looking anorexic, with a flat chest, and ribs that jut out in strange ways. I'm also a major nerd, because I have straight A+'s. I also wear wire-rimmed glasses. Basically, I'm on the bottom of the high school "pack," and I'm probably the ugliest girl at school. The whole ugly look that I so strive for is completed with braces. Oh, and that was sarcastic. You really need to learn sarcasm so I don't have to tell you.

Now, back to the more "interesting" part of this story. Me being bullied.
So, I was shoved into a locker, unable to move, and barley able to breathe.
"Flash…" I gasped, "I can't… breathe…"
Flash just grinned, "That's the point, idiot."
He's seriously planning on killing me. This is perfect. (I hope you noted my sarcasm.)
I heard someone clear their throat behind Flash's hulking figure.
"Flash, put the girl down. Seriously! Pick on someone your own size. And, stop planning on murdering innocent girls. Spider-Man probably has quite a big bone to pick with you." Peter Parker. The hottest guy at school, really nice, and supposedly witty. Plus, he's my secret crush. (Insert major blush here)
Flash spun around. Thankfully, I was free. Unthankfully, I crashed down onto hard tile floor, landing on my bony butt.
I slowly stood up, using the lockers to help my balance, then I turned to watch Flash's reaction.
"Parker, keep your nose out of my business." Flash sneered.
"I would if you didn't do it in front of everyone." Hmm, Peter is pretty witty.
Growling like some rabid wolf, Flash swung his fist straight at Peter's face.
"Peter watch ou-" I didn't get to finish because Peter dodged the flying fist, as well as several other wild swings.
"You need to work on your aim, Flash." Peter said.
"I'll deal with you later, Parker. And, Safro, Parker here won't always be there to pick your fights." With that, Flash stalked down the crowded hallway.
I slowly walked over to Peter. "Th-th-thank you for… stopping Flash for me…" I whispered.
Peter smiled, "No problemo. You should probably get to class. Don't want to miss the last class." He waved and walked over to his last class.

Be still my beating heart. Peter Parker, the Peter Parker, talked to me! The social outcast!
I walked to the office. My last "class" was helping out the secretaries.

"Oh, Saffron! We don't need help right now, so you can just go home. Thank you for coming though!" Mrs. Anderson, the head secretary told me.
"Okay. Thank you." I whispered.
I shuffled out the front doors of the school and breathed in the fresh air. No Flash to deal with, no random jerks pushing me around, life is good. Well, better. Ish. Life is betterish. You. In Seattle. Stop snickering, okay?

Feeling more confident, I strode down the street, heading to my parent's mansion. Yes, mansion. The social outcast is really the rich social outcast. I bet you never would've guessed that, am I right?
Anyway, I was walking to the mansion, when suddenly this man saunters by me. He grabs my wrist and tosses me in an alley.
"Such an ugly little girl. I should put you out of your misery." the man slurred.
Shit. He's drunk.
The man pulled a switchblade out of his back pocket and thrust it right at my neck. Stopping right by my pale skin. Taking this as an opportunity, I screamed at the top of my lungs. "HELP! ANYONE! SPIDER-MAN!"
The man stuck a finger to his lips and shushed me, spraying slimy, alcohol-scented saliva all over me. He then drew small circles on my neck with his knife.
Screaming in pain, I closed my eyes, praying that he would murder me quickly.
Only, the pain never came.
I heard a gross sounding shquip! noise and a deep yell. I peeked out at my surroundings.
A man clad in red and blue spandex was standing in front of me.
"Do you always get in so much trouble?"
I looked at him. "What do you mean? This is the first time you saved me…"
If he wasn't wearing a mask, I swear his eyes would be the size of dinner plates.
"Uh... Um… Y-you just seem like a danger-prone girl… Yep that's it…"
"Excuse me? Just 'cause you're some major superhero doesn't mean you can judge people just by looking at them. Who do you think you are?" I asked, my voice steadily rising. I was so pissed off at Spider-Man. I'm not danger-prone! Usually…
"Uh, I'm your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!"
"Uh huh."
The man in spandex sighed. "Listen, do you need a ride home or not?"
"Uh, sure?"
Spider-man grabbed my hand and jumped into the air. Then he shot a web out of his wrist, and the next thing I knew, we were swinging over the town. I squealed in fear and squeezed my eyes tightly shut.
I swear I heard my savior laughing. "Where do you live?" he yelled over the wind.
"Ya know that giant mansion on the outskirts of town?" I yelled back.
He nodded his head, "Who doesn't? You live there?"
I nodded back. "Just drop me off there.
Time skip: At the mansion
"Thanks Spider-Man. Now, I don't want to find out that you are stalking me."
SM laughed. "Of course, Saff."
I gasped, "You're already stalking me!"
"Uh, bye!" He swung away before I could chew him out for stalking.
Huffing, I turned to the mansion. While taking out the plethora of keys the front door requires, I started to singing Turning Table by Adele.
Close enough to start a war
All that I have is on the floor
God only knows what we're fighting for
All that I say, you always say more
I can't keep up with your turning tables
Under your thumb, I can't breathe
So I won't let you close enough to hurt me
No, I won't ask you, you to just desert me
I can't give you what you think you gave me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables, to turning tables
Under haunted skies I see
Where love is lost, your ghost is found
I've braved a hundred storms to leave you
As hard as you try, no, I will never be knocked down
I can't keep up with your turning tables
Under your thumb, I can't breathe
So I won't let you close enough to hurt me, no
I won't ask you, you to just des-
I didn't get to finished 'cause I was rudely interrupted by a sneeze.
I spun around to find Peter Parker. I could practically feel my blotchy blush crawl onto my face.
"Why are you here? Not to be rude…" I whispered.
Peter raised his eye brow. "You're a beautiful singer. And you live here? Wow…"
"Why are you here?" I whispered again.
"I went for a walk. Why? Did you think I was stalking you?"
Now I know I'm blushing.
"I'm sorry I've finally unlocked the door… Bye…" I squeaked. I yanked open the door and slammed it closed. Why am I not as relaxed around Peter? Because of my crush? Ugh… Such a pain. I mean, I can be rude to a superhero but not to a completely normal teen.
I sighed and walked into my mom's office. She's the manager for Oscorp, so I don't get to see her a lot.
"Hey mom. What are you working on?" I asked her.
"Oh, just another genetic engineering project. Hey, can you go to the library and get me the GE manual?"
"Yep." I ran to the west wing to find the library. Once there, I pulled at the book.
But it wouldn't budge.
I pulled and leaned back, using all my weight. Which isn't much.
Finally, something happened. Only, the book was still there, only a dark staircase appeared.
Immediately curious, I slowly walked down. With every step, a small light would turn on, helping me to see the way.
When I finally got to the bottom, I found a multitude of files with pictures of wolves that were labeled ØØ. I opened one, and a small grey thing fell out. I reached down to pick it up. As soon as I touched it, the small grey object jumped, literally jumped, and crawled into my mouth.
Stifling a scream, I tried to get it out, but it went down my throat before I could. Coughing, I dashed out of the small room.
When I got the top, I pushed the Genetic Engineering manual back to it's original position. Before I could even leave the library, my vision got fuzzy, and I fainted.

(A.N. In chapter two, find out why Peter "stalked" her. And, find out what happened to Saffron. R&R!
Peace off,
spider-man fan)