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(view spoiler)[ There's a girl in Peter Parker's life that is driving him crazy, he's just broken up with MJ, so he really doesn't think he can handle much more in his life. Her name is Eira, she works on the same Newspaper that he does, and the two have to see each other almost daily in school. They also keep finding themselves running into each other outside of school, usually him in his spidey suit, so she doesn't even know it's him. She gets angry at him for helping her, and yells at him far too much while he's trying to do good. But in school she seems to, usually, get along quite well with him, and they click. He's very confused by this wild eyed girl, that seems far too independent to ever take an interest in a guy like him. (hide spoiler)]

Characters

-Eira
Character inspiration Hailee Steinfeld
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Junior, small, but fiery. The girl that will give Peter a run for his money

-Peter Parker
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Spider-Man(duh)

Annie
Character inspiration Raina Hein
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Spoiled brat that makes Eira's life hell, she doesn't do much to help Spider-Man/Peter either.

Justine
Character inspiration Sabina Karlsson
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Enemy #2, on the rival news team

Ryker
Character inspiration Maxence Danet Fauvel
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Enemy #1, the student body president that will lie through his teeth, as long as it makes those teeth look shiny

Shay
Character inspiration Haruna Kawaguchi
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Eira's boss, and one of her closest friends. She's a leader that expects to be obeyed, and commands the attention of those around her with ease.

Parts 1-3
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Eira Buxton shifted the bag on her shoulder, she was on her way to a press conference being held by the student body president of her school. There had been two stabbings at their school in the matter of a week, the student body president was holding a press conference to reassure the students at Hiltmore High, that everything was going to be okay, and there was nothing to be afraid of. Eira didn’t believe that this was true, she fully believed that they were all in danger, but she wouldn’t voice that just then, she would get everything the handsome Ryker had to say on camera, and then edit it, and write her own piece about it all for the newspaper later. She was part of the camera crew for the news club, but also a writer for the student paper, so she wore many hats in the school.

The reporter, Annie Seely, was already at the school steps, waiting on Eira, and the president himself. She had on a pretty, ruffled, sky blue, skirt, as well as a button up, white, collared shirt, and light brown boots. Her straight as a board hair was pinned back, giving way to all the angles of her face. She looked as cold as she acted, Annie wasn’t one of the easiest people to get along with, but Eira did okay, mostly because she ignored all of Annie’s rude comments, and sometimes gestures. Eira was just there to work the camera, not to be a friend, enemy, or supporter of the senior in question.

She noticed their rivals, the other newscasters, were there already as well. Billy, and Justine, were already setup. Sometimes Eira thought it was crazy that they even allowed another newscasting club to exist, but the Dean claimed that it was healthy competition, that the real world would be holding the same situation, so they should get used to it early. Eira was all for their club, HHNC, but she was biased. WBTW, which was the rival club, they were either boring, or lying, in Eira’s opinion. They never stuck to the truth if there was even a little bit of juicy gossip around their subject in question. Annie could be a cold hard bitch, but at least she kept to the facts, and didn’t waver, even for a rumor.

Eira quickly setup, all the while Annie was complaining about Billy and Justine, and how they could be there on time, so why couldn’t Eira? Eira didn’t mention that she was actually a few minutes early, so the others had to have been there way early. She just nodded her head at certain times of the rant, and kept her lips pressed together. There was no point in disagreeing with Annie, it was better to just get setup, and her on camera, as fast possible. Eira handed Annie her earpiece that would allow her to communicate with the station as she reported on the speech.

Ryker showed up almost fifteen minutes late, the reporters made sure that their audience was aware, anything to go against the president. Honestly Eira didn’t know how the moron had gotten student body president, he was a liar, lazy, and downright annoying. They filmed him saying things like, “There’s absolutely no reason to be scared, these were isolated incidents and won’t happen again.� How did he know that? They could happen again, since when could he predict the future? “Keeping in pairs isn’t just stupid, its being paranoid. Live how you have been, and if you want to walk alone, then do it.� Again, who was this guy, and how much bad advice could he give out in one standing? We wrapped it up with him blowing kisses to the cameras. Annie looked pissed, as did Justine, while Billy and I packed up our equipment and got ready to edit the video footage that we’d both just taken.

On her way back to the station, which was located in the media building, she ran head on into Peter Parker. Eira was falling to the side, but he caught her and set her back on her feet, Eira glared at him, like it was his fault that they’d bumped into one another, even though it so wasn’t. Eira hadn’t been paying attention, it was completely her fault, she and Peter were on the paper together, he took the pictures, while she wrote. Normally she would give him a friendly smile, or a nod, but she was in a bad mood from the press release, instead she bumped his shoulder as she pushed past him, and ignored his, “Hey.� Comment altogether.

Upon entering the building, Eira was bombarded by her boss, Shay, and she didn’t like the feeling that gave her. She liked things to go smoothly, for her life to be at a slower pace than what her boss liked. Shay claimed that Eira should have already been in the editing room, getting the video ready, that WBTW was probably already airing their piece, Eira scowled. There was no way in a cold, blue hell, that they were airing their piece already. Shoving a hand through her curls, Eira skirted around Shay and headed up the stairs, two at a time, towards the editing room. Eira was really getting tired of everyone telling her what she should do, and not letting her just 'do' what she needed to on her own accord.

Part 2

Editing took all of an hour to finish, that hour caused Eira to be late for her next class though, and it had her yelled at, again, by her boss. Eira ran to Lit class, her boots clicked on the tiled floors of the hallways as she went. She was glad she had opted for practical that morning, with her shin high, black boots, jeans, and Def Leppard tee. Eira burst into her Lit class, almost 45 minutes late, a whirlwind of girl, she made her way to a seat in the back, the last one left. Mr. Rogers gave her a dirty look as she sat down, he cleared his throat before continuing whatever lecture he was giving. Eira pulled out her homework, and passed it to the front, through her peers, and then bent over her book, trying to catch up on the chapter they were discussing, it was going to be a long day.

She was almost done with the assignment when the segment she'd been editing came on the television overhead. She sat back, tapping her pencil softly as she glared at the television. Ryker was nothing but a joke, and no one seemed to see it but her and her boss. Everyone else was enthralled by the president, even in her classroom! The girls were drooling, and the boys were giving all of their attention to the tv, like the guy was a god or something, which couldn't be any further from the truth.

Lunch didn't come quickly enough, but when it did come, Eira breathed a little easier. She chose pizza, salad, a brownie, a jug of milk, and a banana. When she plopped down opposite of Shay, she received an annoyed groan from her boss.

"What? She rose her dark brows at Shay.

"What do you think? Look at all of that," Shay gestured to the overloaded tray in front of Eira, "It's not fair that you're going to eat all of that and not gain a pound! Me? I have to eat this," She pointed to her single salad in disgust, "If I want to keep a trim figure, and don't" She held up a hand in protest before Eira could get a word in, "Tell me that exercising would benefit me more than a salad. I don't have time for exercise, I have a paper, and a channel to run."

Eira hadn't been planning on telling Shay anything, but whatever. This was an ongoing problem between them, Eira enjoyed food, so she ate it, and she didn't really care what others thought, or if she gained a few pounds over a fried oreo. Thankfully her metabolism wasn't too terrible, so she didn't gain tons with her eating habits, yet.

After school Eira headed to her favorite café, Black Box Coffee Company, it was usually packed, but it was the best café in New York City, in her opinion. She was walking there from school, she had her bag slung over her shoulders, and a camera crossways that banged against her hip with each step she took. It was as she was turning onto the street that the café resided on, that she heard a commotion behind her. She turned to look, someone was running towards her, a guy, probably ten years older than herself, and he looked like he hadn't showered for days. Eira moved out of the way, assuming that would save her from being run over. The guy stopped long enough to pull her in front of him, and shoved her towards the street, where an oncoming car was, there was no time for breaks, or reflexes. Eira shut her eyes, hoping for the best, but the collision never came. She peeked one eye open, to find herself face-to-face with a masked hero, Spider-Man.

Part 3

The masked guy had a grip on her, and they were kind of hanging out in the air above the sidewalk. Eira shifted uncomfortably, though she was appreciative of his saving her, she was irritated at the same time. Why was he still holding her? He should have already put her down, instead he was staring at her, or so she assumed, since his bug like eyes were turned in her direction, and their faces were oh so close.

Eira cleared her throat, "You can put me down now." Her tone wasn't exactly demanding, but it wasn't soft either. He grunted behind the mask, and slowly lowered her to the ground, she squirmed out of his arms as he neared the ground, "Er, thanks, I guess." She ran a hand through her hair, wondering what the protocol was in such a circumstance. Most journalists would be ecstatic over being rescued by the famous Spider-Man. Eira wasn't like most journalists, she saw Spider-Man as a creepy guy that stalked people at night. Though, to his credit, he'd just rescued her during the day. So maybe she would have to re-evaluate her theory on him. The thought of him having his arms around her though, a chill went down her spine, it still weirded her out. She gave him a curt nod and continued on her way, her body was a little jittery, presumably from the adrenaline rush after the encounter. She hoped she wasn't supposed to stick around afterwards, for a police statement or something. Hopefully Spider-man was going to take care of the idiot that needed to see a hot shower, sometime soon. Perhaps with police officers present, if Spider-man had his way.

Eira made it to the café, ordered her favorite, mocha latte, and sat down in a corner to start working on her next story for the paper. She had all of the proper word doc apps and such on her phone, so that she could work from anywhere, and it was so much easier than lugging her laptop around.

She'd been planning on writing about homecoming, but she was beginning to wonder if instead, she should write something that referred to the whole super-hero thing. Maybe something that referred to being a teenager, and having the role of one of the super-hero's, and all of the responsibility that went with it. Or, she could write about how creepy of a guy she thought Spider-man to be, how she believed he was a just a vigilante that needed to be swept off the streets. Her boss wouldn't go for that though, she was sure of it. While Shay was her boss, and best friend, she wouldn't allow Eira to crush the hearts of all the girls that were in love with Spider-man.

Eira spent two hours at the café, pouring over different stories that she could put in for the last column of the paper that needed to be filled. She ended up writing a piece on the therapy of dogs, and how they could benefit even the youngest of children, it was kind of blah, but she wasn't in the mood to write anything extraordinary. She finished up and headed home, where she knew dinner would be waiting, as well as chores. Eira lived with her mom and step-dad, and two half-siblings. The family was pretty close, she supposed, especially the four in question. But she kind of alienated herself from the family, intentionally. As much as they tried to include her, she just didn't feel like she had a place, so she tried to keep to herself as much as possible. Which wasn't hard with all of the school functions she attended, and being on the newspaper, and part of the camera crew for the news.

Three buses later, and a short walk, she was home. There was dinner in the microwave, fried chicken and mashed potatoes, and dishes were waiting in the sink.
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Part 4-5
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Annie was waiting outside of the doors to the school the next morning, Eira held her breath, hoping that she wasn't the one that Annie was waiting for, no such luck. Annie fell into step beside her as she entered the hall, Eira let out the breath she'd been holding.

"Why didn't you tell me that there were pimples next to my lip? And why in the hell did you not edit them out? What kind of editor are you anyway? Oh and Shay wants to see you asap, I don't know what about so don't ask, she just told me to give you this," She handed Eira a white cup with a lid, presumably coffee, "And to tell you to get your beautiful behind over to the media building right away."

The warm cup in her hands did little to calm her nerves, what did Shay want? And if it was such a big deal, why hadn't she texted her? They had cellphones for a reason, hello? Her pace increased, the closer she got to the media building, and someone fell into step beside her, Peter. She gave him a curt nod, one he awkwardly returned, and they walked the rest of the way to Shay's office in pure silence.

Shay was sitting on the edge of her desk, looking through some papers, coffee in hand. She looked so much older than her years, the setting was so much more than just a teenage girl in a high school building. Eira respected this girl more than most, and she couldn't help but aspire to be her at times. She flopped into one of the chairs in front of the desk without permission, seemingly without a care in the world. Peter carefully sat down in the other free seat, his movements careful, which irritated Eira for some odd reason.

Shay set her coffee down and laid the papers on her desk, "This week we're getting ready for homecoming, and everyone is going to be expecting us to cover that for the main portion of our segment on tv, as well as the paper. There's been another stabbing though, and I expect both of you," She eyed them seriously, "To on top of this. We've got to alert the public that this is much more serious than our dutiful president makes it out to be, or even the police for that matter. They're trying to underplay everything, when they should be a lot more cautious." Frustration was evident in her voice, Eira felt sympathy for her friend, and boss. She felt the same way, and did not see her own campus as safe.

"What do you need us to do?" Eira's voice was steady, she wouldn't show any fear, or nerves. The job of a journalist was to dive deep into the bed of the story at hand, even if it was dangerous.

"Maybe we should let the authorities, and the actual news cover all of this," Peter's tone was quiet, and he looked concerned. Eira wanted to reach out and slap him. Instead she let Shay take lead.

"Maybe you shouldn't be working for me, this is real life Parker, if you can't handle it, then go be bestie's with Ryker and pretend the world's all okay," Shay spit out, her small hands were curled into fists, her stature rigid.

"I'm just saying that there are better people qualified to handle this sort of thing, maybe Spider-ma-" Eira interrupted him.

"Maybe Spider-man can be someone else's stalker for a change. Just stop Peter, either you're in, or you're out, either way, it's no skin off my back," Eira folded her arms over her chest, glaring at Peter.

"I'm in," His grumble could be barely heard, it wasn't like they had a gun to his head or anything, so why was he even participating if he didn't agree? Eira huffed, blowing hair out of her face as she did. Shay proceeded to give them new assignments, both for the paper, and the news channel. Eira would be with Annie a lot more than she was comfortable with, but it was all part of the job.

Part 5

The next day was going to be full of interviews, and calling the police station to try and get some answers on the latest stabbing, so Eira spent the rest of that day catching up on homework and assignments that she'd been putting off. She stayed late at the nearest library, finishing everything up. Her mom didn't give her much hassle when she returned home at almost midnight, of course her mom was distracted by other things, the kids, her husband, and her job at Tommy Hilfiger. She was constantly trying to come up with new scents, so the house could sometimes be overwhelming in smells. Thankfully Eira had the only bedroom downstairs, so it rarely reached her room. (hide spoiler)]