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Chapter Thirteen: New Kids

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A/n: There's a Peter Parker x Reader that has a Green Goblin storyline as well (by stardust159), and I've talked to the author about it so there's no copying claims or anything. Her story is amazing and if you like mine you'd love hers.

Second, 13 chapters in and there hasn't been a kiss yet, I promise there's romance coming soon, I just wanted it to be realistic and not have them fall in love in two chapters.

Anyways, onto the story!

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"Good morning Midtown High. Yesterday they added a vegetarian menu. So go ahead and try some yummy tofu."

Walking through the hallways I noticed more people were herding and whispering than usual. I wasn't the new girl anymore, so I wasn't causing it. There was a possibility that they were talking about the Vulture, but it had been a week since Liz left. It was old news. That meant there was either some new drama running rampant, or there was another new kid worthy of all this attention.

"That's Harry Osborn!"

"He went to a private school before this, why is he going here now?"

"Who cares, he's cute! I hope he's single."

I stopped at my locker to drop off and pick up everything I would need for my hours before lunch. Peter and Ned approached while I was finishing, MJ not far behind. They were looking at the people whispering, aware of the fuss.

"Who's the new kid?" I questioned. I spotted said new kid- I had never seen him around school before so he had to be- walking down the hallway in the direction of our group.

"Harry Oscorp," Ned fanboyed, constantly turning his head to sneak a peek at the teen, "He's the son of Norman Osborn. He transferred from some rich all boys' school."

"Norman Osborn? As in CEO of Oscorp? As in Starks greatest competitor?"

"Yeah," Peter muttered, glancing at Harry as well, "We were best friends when we were kids. But then his dad pulled him out of school and sent him to some private academy. We lost touch."

"Dude you should totally put in a good word for us!"

"He's got a nice face," MJ commented, cool as ever.

I snorted, holding a hand over my mouth to hide my grin. MJ never held back her opinions. I couldn't argue with her though, Harry was handsome. He fit the classic handsome, rich heir stereotype.

"Peter," Harry approached the group, smiling brightly, "I hope you remember me."

"Yeah! It's great to see you again Harry," Peter greeted his old friend excitedly, "This is Ned, MJ, and (Y/n)."

All of us smiled. I waved. Ned was holding back a squeal. Harry smiled back, meeting my eyes as he spoke.

"Nice to meet you all."

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Norman Osborn couldn't recall a time he had been as annoyed as he was in that moment. The board of his company had met and was discussing the actions they would take for Norman's 'failure'. How was he to know that the Vulture would fail so greatly at selling his weapons? All because of two young wannabe heroes.

"Norman, the risk you took with giving the Vulture support has lost us our street sellers. That was a large chunk of our annual revenue," a stern-looking woman with grey hair stated, "We told you it was too risky but you moved on with it, placing large stakes on it. Now with us moving to the Stark Tower we had to shut down certain floors. Those floors were the ones with your revenue."

Norman looked at the clock. 9:32AM. It was too early in the morning for this. He looked down at his coffee mug, drained already. He needed more to deal with this. Gritting his teeth he held back his burning fury. It wasn't worth it to make a scene.

"This is my company."

"You only own fifty percent. Until you come up with a way to earn us back the money we've lost, your place within the company is suspended. Perhaps permanently."

Norman stood up from his seat, eyes dark. He remained silent as he stormed out of the room. His mind was filling with fun ideas on how to enact revenge on Spider-Man and Riptide. They took out the Vulture, and in turn made him lose his spot at his company.

They'd pay for taking everything away from him.

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Water bottle halfway to my mouth, I froze in shock when Harry sat at our lunch table. He was completely casual, setting his lunch pail down and opening the zipper. It wasn't until I spoke up that he realized how weird this was. Sure, he was nice to all of us this morning, and he was old friends with Peter, but that didn't mean he was obligated to stay with our group.

"Harry, the populars are over there," I pointed out Flash's table. They were all talking and laughing together, "That's where you should be. Not here with us."

"But my friends' table is right here," Harry's tone made it clear he wasn't moving, "I've dealt with enough rich kids at the private school. It's time for some nice people who aren't snakes."

I smiled. Harry wasn't as stuck up as I thought he would be. It was no wonder why he and Peter were such good friends when they were kids, and why their friendship rekindled so quickly now that he was back. Harry and I had a few classes together, but our teachers placed him away from me so I hadn't had the chance to get to know him.

"I've heard all about Spider-Man and Riptide. Your school loves them. Have any of you ever met them in person?" Harry questioned innocently.

I choked on my water, putting a hand over my mouth so I wouldn't spit it onto the table. Our original group was mortified, struck silent by the simple question. The only noise was coming from me, coughing to remove the water from my trachea.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked in concern, completely missing the shift in tone.

"Yeah. It just went down the wrong pipe," I lied, coughing one last time. Tears stung my eyes.

"I think we've all met them before. On separate occasions. For no other reason than because they're heroes and they save normal people," MJ commented, moving her book to cover her face.

"I've met him a few times through the Stark Internship," Peter added in.

"When I first moved here Riptide saved me from being mugged," I shrugged, going with the flow.

"I met him through Peter," Ned burst out.

MJ lowered her book, "Riptide saved my... cat."

I sent MJ a confused glance. She shrugged. I wasn't sure if she even had a cat. I knew she had a dog named Noon, but not a cat.

"Wow, you guys are super lucky. Maybe if I keep hanging around you, I'll end up meeting one of them too."

The group let out a few forced laughs. Since I had moved to New York our small group had become so tightly knit that an outsider was bizarre. We couldn't openly talk about hero work or anything of the sort. Still, Harry was so excited to be near us. Harry, someone with so much potential to be the most popular guy in school. We could hold off talking about heroes for him.

Maybe a new addition to our group wouldn't be so bad.

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Norman Osborn took another swig of his too expensive whiskey. Staring up at the numerous papers taped to the wall of his hidden office extension. He had spent a good two hours typing up and printing each one of them, but it was worth the effort. Each one held a different aspect for his final plan. A plan created in between fits of drunkenness and rage. His mental state didn't matter. If anything, the depletion of it only improved his ideas.

A wicked grin grew across his face as he picked up a butter knife from his desk- used during lunch- and stabbed it into a blurry press photo of Spider-Man and Riptide, right at the center of their bodies meeting. They were close. Take one down and the other was sure to follow.

Spinning around in his office chair he stared at the pictures of the heroes on his ceiling, "Enjoy your lives while you can. They're going to be over soon enough, and then I'll be the one enjoying life."

Norman laughed until tears sprung to his eyes at the thought. De-masking New York's mysterious heroes, masquerading their limp bodies to the people who were growing weak under their watch.

Stopping his spinning abruptly he focused in on the blueprints he designed. First thing in the morning he would begin developing his suit.

"There's a new villain in New York."

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Harry and I walked along the sidewalk while Peter was talking to May on the phone in front of us. Harry was supposed to go to Peter's with us to go over the content he had missed in the units we were on. But by the sound of it, May had different plans for Peter.

Peter ended his call with May, turning back to us, "I'm sorry guys, May needs me to go to the store, and then the pharmacy."

"It's fine Peter, I can take Harry to my apartment. Go, before May starves to death without new food."

Peter chuckled. He took off down a different street than the one we were on, waving bye in the process.

"So are you new too?" Harry asked when it was just the two of us, "You mentioned moving."

"Yeah. We used to live upstate until my mom's job got transferred here. So don't worry, you've got someone to get advice from."

Harry smiled gratefully. We crossed the street and approached my building. Jess looked up from the computer when we entered, smirking.

"Another boy? What happened to the other one?"

"He had to go grocery shopping," I blushed as Jess teased me. She made it sound like I constantly had different boys over.

Passing by the front desk I nearly ran to the elevator. Harry rushed to keep up. I pressed my floor button several times before the doors actually closed.

"I'm sorry about Jess," I broke the awkward silence, "I don't usually bring boys here- not that what we're doing needs to be something that I shouldn't have done with other boys before, it's just that I really only have Peter and Ned over when we need to study and...Yeah."

Harry let out a laugh, the sweet chuckle resounding through the elevator. I flushed again, covering my face with my hands.

Harry chuckled again at my show of embarrassment, "I know what you mean."