Gwen quietly hummed the beginning bits of a song by The Killers as she thumbed through pages, one by one, trying to retain as much information as possible. She nibbled bits of the bright green skin off of her apple, revealing a naked, yellowy core beneath. She turned it around in her hand, examining the tiny, half-moon bite marks she left.
Realising this was a distraction, she set the apple down and picked up her book with both hands. Just as she was about to get back to reading, she noticed a very uncomfortable Peter Parker walking by.
“Hey, Peter?” She called, hoping to get his attention. Gwen moved her book from her lap and pulled her headphones out, walking over towards him. “Miss Preney’s on my case about the photos. I don’t mean to be a bother or anything, but—are you okay?”
The importance of her first question quickly dwindled away as the details of his face came into focus. His forehead was damp with sweat and he looked rather pale. “Do you need someone to take you to the nurse…?” She asked, her brow furrowed with concern.
Having almost passed by his classmate without so much as a notice, he flinched a bit when he heard his name called and almost cut her off as he turned around, blinking and adjusting the straps of his backpack across his shoulders; every move rather quick, fidgety, and nervous. Far more than usual, even for the rather quirky and awkward Peter Parker.
“Yeah?” He asked quickly, blinking again and cracking a nervous smile, trying to act as naturally as he could. There was no denying how sick he looked though. If not sick, probably that he was on some sort of drug. His forehead was damp, and in a swift motion he quickly wiped his brow as if nothing was wrong and nodded some at her concern. “Oh.. yeah, I’m sorry, I just—”
Stopping there, he shook his head some and chuckled quietly. “No, no. I’m fine.” He said just as nervously, still shaking his head some. “I just.. I skateboarded here.” Turning around a bit, he showed Gwen the skateboard strung to the front of his backpack as proof, and shook his head even more.
“I’ll get those pictures to you tonight, alright? Promise.” With his hands back on the straps of his backpack, Peter knitted his brows together, though he didn’t mean to. His vision was almost spinning, and he felt a bit off balance just standing there. Like he had to move, he took a few steps backward, but found himself unable to stand after a second and sat down, chuckling again in an attempt to hide his sickness.
Gwen narrowed her eyes, skeptical of his skateboarding excuse. He seemed fidgety and uncomfortable, not just tired from a long ride. She was really trying to remember whether she had seen him this morning or not, because she didn’t think she had. His locker was rather close in proximity to hers, meaning the two of them crossed paths to get to their respective classes daily. Also, the fact that he was just getting in on his board might’ve confirmed that, too.
“I didn’t see you this morning… are you sure everything’s okay? You—” He gave her a look; a creased brow look, and appeared to be rather unsteady on his feet. “Peter?” She asked, her voice frantic with concern. She placed a hand on his shoulder to steady him when he sat and crouched down a bit.
“You need to go see someone. Let me go with you so you don’t get yourself killed on the way.” She mumbled, touching the back of her hand to his forehead. “Yeah, no, you definitely need to go see the nurse…”