Peter didn't understand why they had to move from the city to a town two hours driving away from it. New York city was his home. But according to his aunt this was better for him. He'd been acting really strange for a while and with the death of his uncle it was time for a change. She thought so anyway. Peter didn't agree. He finally was getting somewhere with Gwen. Now he was nowhere. Worse part was he had already been severely lacking in friends in New York, now he was spending his last year completely alone with super powers he still didn't completely understand.

There was no way he could easily find answers now as Oscorp was back in New York. Not in this shitty town.

Every thing about it he hated so he kept mostly to himself. Like he loved to do anyway. It wasn't until a few weeks in that he began to feel a little comfortable. Enough that he was bringing his camera to school again snapping pictures here and there.

On his way to his final class of the day Peter suddenly found himself face to face with a student. One that was talking to him. Still he looked back, as if there was another Peter this guy could be talking to.

"Yeah, peter." Then he remembered. Stilinski. The one with the smart-ass comments but sucked at lacrosse. He'd seen a game.

"You are on the lacrosse team right?" Pushing his glasses up his nose he couldn't help but grin a little.