cv (ephemeras) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2013-04-30 15:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | door: marvel comics, gwen stacy, wiccan |
Who: Gwen and Billy
What: Trouble in the gymnasium
Where: Midtown
When: Recently
Warnings/Rating: There's some violence, some slut shaming, and some gay bashing in here. It's a party all around, ppl.
Gwen Stacy didn't spend a lot of time in Midtown's gymnasium. She wouldn't have gone there after final period if Harry hadn't left a note in her locker about meeting him. Well, she thought the note was from Harry. It had been tucked into one of the slots in the metal locker, and it had looked like his handwriting and been signed with his name. She didn't question it, given the things that had happened recently. Maybe Harry just wanted somewhere private to talk? She checked the schedule for the school's common areas, and she verified the gym wasn't being used in the hour after school, which just cemented her theory. He probably just didn't want people seeing her with him, and she didn't blame him. She'd thought that having sex with him would improve her social standing, if anything. But it hadn't. Flash had been right about the type of students that were paying attention to her now, and none of them were the popular guys. She'd heard what they were saying to Harry, too, in her early days back to normalcy. Some of them air-fived him for banging a nerd, but others asked him if he'd lowered his standards, and Gwen assumed he wanted to minimize the latter as much as possible. All in all, she couldn't wait for school to end in a month in a half, and she was determined to hide herself in a lab the day school ended, never to emerge. Dramatic, but true.
She was dressed in black tights, a grey skirt and a pink sweater, and she slipped her wool coat off as she pushed the gymnasium doors open. The lights were off, and she walked along the wall, looking for the switch. The distant sound of laughter reached her ears, and she wondered if she'd misread the school calendar. She knew the voices; they sounded like the football players from the subway, the ones she and Mary Jane had avoided, and she considered turning and leaving. She could text Harry and ask him to meet somewhere else, she thought as the voices neared. "Harry?" she called out, forcing strength and calm into her voice. Doubts trickled in, along with memories of the copies of internet photos that had been slipped into her locker, and the emails she'd been getting for days. She stayed calm; her father had taught her a little bit of self-defense, but Gwen wasn't the type to stick around and walk into trouble, not if she could help it. Foregoing the light switch, she turned in the dark, heading back for the door just as the lights buzzed to life behind her.