Teen-Age Spider-Girl Part 1

Josephina Johnson was an average High School student. She was one of the unnoticed kids with an knack for staying in the shadows. But that's all about to change her Senior Year when she finds herself with unnatural powers like sticking to walls and shooting webs. Can she manage to keep her status as the quiet girl, but get the boy of her dreams to take her to Homecoming, all while battling a chain of bank robberies led by someone she may or may not know? Join Josephina and her friends in their quest to find answers.


7. Pete

My next class was AP Lit.  The same class I had with Pete.  I entered the room and sat in my seat; back row, right next to the door.  Sammi’s seat was right in front of me.  Pete’s was right next to hers.  He entered the room less than a minute after Sammi and I did.

As he sat down, he said, “Hi Sammi.  Hey, Jo.”

“Hi,” I said, but it was barely audible--I had always had a quiet voice.

“Can I talk to you after class for a sec.?”  My blood ran cold.  Pete rarely talked to me except to say hi.

“Sure,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant.  When the bell rang to get out of class, he walked over to me and I said, “What’s up?”

“It’s about Homecoming.”  I’m not sure what sound it was that Sammi made--something between a laugh and a cough.  I just froze as Pete continued, “You see, I want to go, but I’m not sure who to ask.”

I hesitated for a second before I found the words.  “I think I know someone who might be interested,” I said.  It sounded more flirty than I intended, but I was okay with that.

“Really?  Who?”  I wasn’t sure if he was flirting back, or if it was a real question.  I quickly decided to stick with the former.

“Someone in our class,” I said.

He got a thoughtful look on his face, then smiled and said, “I think I know who you’re talking about.  Thanks.”  He started walking away, then turned and said, “Hey, could you tell her I like the hair?”

“Uh, will do,” I said, as he walked away.  I turned to my friend.  “What just happened?”

“Beats me,” she said, but something about her face looked suspicious.

“Sammi, what aren’t you telling me?”

“Oh, just that I told him that you wanted him to ask you to Homecoming.”


“You’re welcome.”  I just looked at her.  “Oh, you can thank me later.  But now, we’re going to be late for fourth period.”  She started walking to her next class.

I just stood there for a second then said, “He likes my hair,” and smiled.

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