Lonely… I’m so Lonely… I Have Nobody…

You’d think after hot, steamy, passionate sex with your ex you’d think that you would be able to get in contact with them, right? A call? A text? A fucking carrier pigeon?

But nope. I’ve been trying to get in touch with Gwen all day to try and make sure she was ok but I hadn’t heard anything from her. I wasn’t blocked, at least I don’t think I am, but I’m definitely being ghosted… which kind of stung.

Waking up that next day was already a bitch without the idea that I’m being avoided. My body was aching like crazy, though I’m not sure if it was the hardcore sex or having an elevator dropped on my head, Harriette was gone so I missed my alarm and was already running late, and I learned my favorite pair of leggings had a hole in them right above my ass crack!

…I guess that could be fun for a different occasion but not for classes!

I made it to my first period about 10 minutes late, which my professor wasn’t exactly too thrilled about, but I found my seat and stayed quiet and out of the way the rest of the period. Though, my head was on a swivel as I tried to find some familiar faces in the class.

No Harriette and no Gwen. It wasn’t like either of them to miss class unless something is going on… I started to worry, before I got slightly distracted at the sight of Liz giving Faith a handjob in the back of the class like… really? I’m all for public sex but this is a bit of a stretch.

As class got out I was once again shoving my face in my phone as I sent a text to both Harriette and Gwen and getting no response from either of them. I was starting to get worried now. Did something happen to them? With all the weird shit happening in the city recently… I hope they aren’t in danger!

But once again, I got a little distracted as I picked my head up and saw a very delightful sight walking across campus.

Mary Jane was strutting her way through campus like a model on a catwalk, wearing what I could only assume was some super high quality, expensive fashionista dress that she looked absolutely incredible in. At first my face perked up and a smile grew across, but then I remembered… she is also avoiding me right now

My mind flashed back to that night inside the bathroom, worshipping this woman like the Goddess she is and then… leaving her? God I was an absolute fucking idiot. Sure, I had some business I needed to attend to but that was Spider-Woman, not Petra. It’s not like I could explain the difference to her.

But still, this was the first time I’d seen her since. Maybe if she gave me the chance I could talk to her and tell her what really happened? Or, you know, make up another lie. I picked my head up and started to make my way towards her, but got interrupted when someone else got to her first.

“Sup babe~?” A woman with dark black hair, tall, toned, grabbed MJ by her ass which just made her squeal in delight before she was pulled into a deep, lustful kiss.

I recognized the woman from Faith’s instagram page, she was a linebacker for our football team. An absolute adonis of a woman… and as I saw MJ break down into a giggle fit, watching her cheeks turn about as bright red as her hair, I knew she agreed with that sentiment.

Feeling all of the wind get pulled out of me at once I froze in my tracks as I watched the two women for a couple more seconds as they chatted and walked away, with this woman’s hand firmly planted on MJ’s ass. I felt the wind taken out of me, my heart sank, and I was about ready to head back to the dorm and crash for the rest of the day when-

DING!

My eyes widened slightly as my phone buzzed and quickly I pulled it out, hoping for a response from Gwen… but no such luck. I saw Aunt May’s beautiful face light up my home screen as an iMessage appeared from her. I small smile grew on my face as I opened the message.

“Hey Petra! Sorry for the bother, is there any way you can come to FEAST today? I need some help with a special project! Love you! xx”

Part of me wanted to tell her no and sink back to my dorm, but then my heart started to sink more at the idea of neglecting Aunt May. Plus, who knows, maybe getting off campus is exactly what I need? I texted her that I would be there soon, gave one last glance towards MJ, before turning around and heading towards the bus station.