Peter Parker Friend Romane & Geschichten

“His name is Brice Peterson. The last I heard, he was in New York now.” Brice fucking Peterson. Holy shit, that name was a blast from the past. He used to be my best friend in grade school, then all the way through high school, but we grew apart after that. If what my father was saying about him was true and Brice was the kind of guy responsible for what my father referred to as Marissa’s ‘dark and battered past,’ it was no wonder we’d grown apart.

Peter was furious. “He’s my friend!” Vale gritted her teeth upon hearing Peter calling her hostages. “No, you don’t understand, Vale! That man is in a gang! How could you possibly be a friend with someone like him?” Peter spat. “What gang?” Vale pretended to be confused. Her confused and curious face caught Peter off guard. He hadn’t meant to expose what he really do to his sister. “I-I didn’t say he is in a gang! I-I said he is a bad guy!” Peter stammered trying to cover up his slip up.