”Ben. Ben! Don’t wander off too far, son. You still need to get your schedule in order!”Peter Parker watched with a lopsided smile on his face as his son took to the ground running just as soon as he put their old station wagon in park.
”I won’t, dad! I just gotta find Connor and unghfff-” Having looked over his shoulder to speak with his dad, Benjamin didn’t even see the dark-haired boy who had just walked through the gates. There was a dull buzzing in the back of Benjamin’s head trying to warn him about the collision, but by the time he paid any attention to it, Benjamin practically side-swiped the young man. Half-running, half-tiptoeing as Benjamin tried to regain his balance until he was running backwards, Benjamin ushered out a quick,
”Sorry!” to the boy before turning around, only to bump right into a tall, red-haired woman speaking with an oriental woman.
Benjamin paused long enough in his awkward side-stepping to keep from falling over for his quick-racing mind to process the two women’s faces that he had bumped into. His face flushing a bright shade of pink, Benjamin tried to get the words out to apologize but they simply weren’t forming.
Girls. Girls! There were girls at this school! Not that he had been expecting anything different. It was just that… girl’s were hard to interact with. Much harder than boys.
Settling on just a sheepish smile and apologetic wave, Benjamin clutched the strap of his backpack before turning himself back around, trying to grab his bearings. Connor had messaged him earlier that he had arrived at the school - so he had to be here… somewhere…. Amongst all these other people.
It was only then that Benjamin could actually take into account just how many people were surrounding him - how many future classmates he would eventually be getting to know (some friendly, some not. This wasn’t
all that different from high school). Benjamin frowned as memories of swirlies came back to the forefront of his mind.
Reaching into his pocket, Benjamin fished out his phone and sent Connor a quick text.
Just arrived. Where are you at?Moving to put the phone back into his pocket, Benjamin looked down at the device with a frown, as he found that he couldn’t. The phone was sticking to his hand - or rather, his hand was forcing the phone to stick to it.
”Not this again…”Benjamin began to shake his hand lightly - but the phone wouldn’t budge. He shook it more vigorously, side to side and up and down. Still nothing. Groaning, Benjamin took his opposite hand and clutched at the phone, forcibly prying it from his open palm until finally,
snap. The front of the phone went flying (while the back of the phone remained stuck to his hand). Benjamin watched with horror as half of his phone arched up into the air, and came back down towards a group of two boys - one with striking blonde hair and the other even more so, almost white.
Even from a fair distance away, Benjamin could hear the audible
smack that sounded as the front of his phone came into contact with the boy with blonde hair’s face. The reddish tone that had Benjamin’s face looking like a strawberry drained within a single breath. God only knew why his feet carried him quickly towards the boy he had just assaulted instead of pretending it was someone else and going off in the other direction.
”I. Am. So. So. Sorry!” Wincing, Benjamin carefully peeled off the front of his phone from the boy with the owl’s face, and gave him an apologetic grin.
”Heh. Powers. Am I right?" Benjamin extended both of his arms outwards, palms facing up. However, at the word “right,” a sudden string of webs shot from his forearm, cutting through the air until it came into contact with a bench with two people sitting on it. Right between them, actually. Being pulled by the force of his webbing, Benjamin was there one moment, and gone the next. His body twisted in the air, forcing his feet to land first between the two people and sideways, his back to the male.
”Uh… h-hi!”Cold. It was suddenly very, very cold. When had that happened?
The force of his sideways landing on the back of the bench had the furniture slowly starting to tilt, giving plenty of time for the two occupants to get up but not enough for Benjamin to get himself unstuck. The bench toppled over, and Benjamin closed his eyes, awaiting the impact. When his eyes opened, he found himself right-side up, stuck in a squatting position, and a lot of eyes on him.
Red took it’s primary color on his face once more though somehow Benjamin managed to “cut” the tie that connected him to his webbing. He managed to stand himself up and take a few steps away from the bench, his intention to squat back down and lift the bench back up to set it upright.
A large, golden dog (
what? Dog?) came barreling down the walkway, jumping beside Benjamin and over the toppled bench. The absurdity and suddenness of it all had Benjamin spinning on his foot in an effort to avoid him, his arms moving closer into his body though there was a familiar tug, indicating that his webbing had once more been unleashed, and then soon a tug to follow it.
Benjamin was propelled upwards, his webbing having caught onto the top of the main gate’s entrance. Gripping onto whatever webbing he could, Benjamin had no choice but to go along for the ride, which ended up in the boy swinging around the gate multiple times both vertically and horizontally (an arm every so now reaching out to try and grab onto
something) until finally, his hand managed to grab hold of something (or some
one) soft, and… kinda squishy.
The object didn’t have him slowing down, though. It did, however, manage to move his body downwards (or was he going upwards?) until he hit the floor just beneath the sign, a warm body crashing down on top of him. Instinct had his arm reaching back to break him from his fall, his finger’s then acting like “springs” as he pushed himself to the side to expel the energy put into his fall, forcing himself and the body to roll around on the pathway a few times before slowing, putting Benjamin on top.
Blinking, trying to see through the area spinning around him, Benjamin looked down at the girl he had quite literally pulled down from on top of the gate’s entrance with him.
G-girl?
Benjamin blinked a few more times, feeling that familiar lump of words getting caught in his throat as he tried to get them past his Adam’s apple.
”S-s...s-sor-ry a-abou… about t-that.”
