Peter watched Gwen get up and dash for the door when Mrs. Albert brought up her father. He had a dark, sick feeling in his stomach.... It was his fault... It was his fault he died that night... his fault that a giant lizard mutant ran through town, killing innocent lives... And he didn't even have the honor to respect his dying wish. She didn't return for the rest of class, and as second period started, the teacher asked if anyone could get Gwen. Tim's hand shot up, and anger consumed him. He very quickly shot a string of web at his hand, and yanked it down, now being stuck to the floor. "I'll get her, sir..." Peter said. Everyone knew they were going out, although most people don't really believe it. He got up, walking down the hall and to the ladies' restroom. He opened the door, but didn't go in. "Hey, Gwen... Its Pete..." He said out. Of course it was! She knew his voice! his mind yelled at him.

"I had to fight off a lot of football players to be able to talk to you... Is everything alright?" He always had that sense of humor, even when this wasn't a funny matter... but anything to light up her spirits... and to lighten his guilty and heavy heart.