This was mortifying – no, this was the definition of mortification.

Ellie Jones was on the complete, devastating side of giving everything up and ringing her mother to take her home and never going outside ever again. Two things she was completely sure of:

One, she wasn't quite sure how it came to this. Ironic?

Two, she also wasn't quite sure if she'd done her algebra homework that same day, and if not she was in for hell of a lecture from Mrs. Hectors.

Ellie was sure she wasn't completely sure of these things, a paradox that sent her mind into overdrive more than it already was.

You're probably wondering: 'What's got Ellie Jones so utterly mortified, more than usual that is, that she's half considering to give up every last bit of her dignity to get out of her situation?'

The answer is simple, really. Or, in Ellie's case, not so simple. It was as if everything went into a downwards spiral of Ellie-hate; maybe today was fuck-Ellie day. Wait, forget that last part.

It was a sunny day, one that was warm and rustled trees with a cool breeze. It would probably be overly-cliché to pretend that this had anything to do with Ellie's situation, but in all honesty it didn't. Ellie just hated the day with all her might – and not because of the raging sun beating down on the back of her neck, and not because it was a Monday (Okay, partly). Ellie was casually resting atop a tree branch at the front of her school, struggling to get a few more minutes shut-eye before the bell rang for class.

It would've been perfect, too, until she'd fallen out of said tree.

She landed on her stomach with an alarmed grunt and thud. One of the girls standing nearby her fallen mass even screamed in fright. Ellie would have probably laughed if she hadn't been knocked breathless, until somebody jogged over to her to help her up.

"Goddamnit, Ellie!" It was her best friend, Sarah. As she grabbed Ellie by the elbow almost too roughly, she heaved her up and helped her dust off some leaves and grass. "You know, one day I'm just going to leave you laying there like a dork."

"Maybe I wouldn't be laying there like a dork if gravity didn't exist." Ellie shot back with a grumble. She rolled her shoulders and stretched dramatically before shooting Sarah a panicked look. "Did we have algebra homework?"

Sarah simply shrugged and tossed her sandy hair behind her shoulder. "I seriously worry about you sometimes. You'd get yourself killed without me."

Ellie snorted as they made their way into the school building. "I'm not that clumsy. I think you're overplaying it just an inch." Ellie held her index finger and thumb closely together to emphasize.

Sarah was already on her phone texting away and ignoring Ellie. It wasn't surprising, in all honesty, since Sarah was a complete social fanatic. She was probably tweeting out about how one of her dumb friends had just fallen out of a tree, or how badly she was craving Oreos or something. Ellie honestly would never understand - it wasn't like she could gather up enough money to buy herself a new backpack, let alone a phone.

To get more to the point, falling out of the tree wasn't the only thing that darkened Ellie's day. It was also failing a test in History, spilling her juice-box down her hoodie at lunchtime, and her withering bag strap snapping at the end of the day. It was as if Ellie Jones was a beacon for bad luck and clumsiness, and it wasn't just that day, either. All her life Ellie had been a clumsy person, but today decided to be especially mean to her, for whatever reasons she was unsure of. Maybe Ellie Jones was just a very unlikable person for the world.

In the afternoon, Sarah convinced Ellie to go into the city with her to see her jerk-off boyfriend, who worked as an apprentice at Oscorp. Ellie and Damien didn't exactly get along, to say the least – their interactions always ended up with Ellie threatening to kick Damien's man-hood in and Damien cowering smugly behind a pissed off Sarah. Every. Time. And the thing was no matter how many times Ellie got close to beating him up; Sarah continued taking her with her to see him. It was a never-ending cycle that Ellie really, really wished would end.

In Ellie's smart opinion, Damien was a dick.

The only thing slightly great about visiting him at Oscorp was their coffee, which was fucking delicious. If Ellie could stay there every day just drinking their coffee she'd probably take the chance. She was in love with it, and probably not in the healthy human-object relationship way.

When Sarah and Ellie walked through the doors of Oscorp, Sarah routinely told her the same thing she told her every time they did this. "Be good." Her words were emphasized with a manicured finger jutted towards her face.

Ellie inwardly scoffed every time – it was typical Sarah, to act like Ellie was a child. Maybe she wasn't as mature as Sarah was with her long face and tall figure, but she wasn't a kid. She simply gave Sarah a grin and thumbs up, hoping that this time Damien wasn't too much of a jerk, for both her and Sarah's sake. "Sure thing, bucko."

Like always, Oscorp intrigued Ellie, but it wasn't like Ellie was smart enough to understand anything but the material billboards and information desks could offer for the tour groups. Even then she wasn't 100% sure what was going on. Then again, it wasn't as if she had any aspirations to become a scientist lately, but she still felt some kind of importance and amazement every time she strolled around.

Sarah grabbed hold of Ellie's elbow and stopped her for a second. A tour group was listening intently to something a guide was saying beside them. "Wait here, I'm going to go look for Damien."

For some reason, today was the day that the universe decided, 'Hey, let's really fuck up Ellie Jones' day!', which is why what happened next happened. Ellie wasn't exactly listening when Sarah had announced her leave, instead she was listening to the tour guide and reading something off a sign. The next thing she knew Sarah had totally abandoned her at an information sign to look for Damien. Ellie had no sense of direction, that was a given, and the fact that Oscorp had like, three hundred floors scared her. She had always followed Sarah around these places, and even sometimes Sarah got lost, but they always found Damien without much trouble in the end.

This time, looking around at her surroundings and the people in white lab coats and tour groups hustling together around different windows, she was pretty damn sure of it. She was lost. She was lost and she was craving that delicious coffee at the same time. Why did the universe decide to hate Ellie Jones on that day, you ask? Nobody knows. Maybe it was the fact it was a Monday.

Someone grabbed her arm harshly, and for a second she was almost sure it was Sarah again until a woman's voice said relieved, "Oh, good. You're here."
A middle-aged woman came into view, looking pretty panicked. She wore a grey blazer and tight black pencil-skirt and looked pretty important. Her lips were painted red and were downturned into a serious frown.

Ellie just blinked.

"Mr. Osborn is waiting for you right now, please follow me."

Ellie was about to explain. Honest.

It was only that panic started to flow through Ellie like a disease and she froze in place, eyes wide at this woman. Words couldn't formulate in her mind for her to say anything, so even if she wanted to explain, she couldn't. Her mouth simply hung open like some dead fish.

It was a big mistake. A huge misunderstanding on the woman's part.

Ellie just needed a few seconds to form a sentence – a way to explain that she was just a lost teenager looking for her friend around this billion dollar organization – but the woman obviously wasn't having that. She gripped Ellie's arm tighter and pulled her along with her to the elevators, and although Ellie tried her best to resist the woman only gripped tighter.

The lady pushed Ellie into an elevator with her and read out a floor number, before rolling her eyes at Ellie's obviously disheveled appearance. "I don't understand why he wants them young. What is a flimsy, rebellious teenager going to do for an organization like this?"

The words choked in her throat, but Ellie somehow managed to force them out. "Ma'am, I don't-"

"Of course: the younger, the fresher. Whatever that means," the woman scoffed. Finally, she seemed to actually look at Ellie's face in scrutiny. "A little makeup will do it." She seemed to mutter it to herself, though a part of it was obviously asserted towards Ellie. Ellie should've felt insulted, but instead was too focused on panicking on what the hell was waiting for her on the other side of the elevators.

The waiting seemed like a painful eternity, of Ellie breathing sharply and trying to figure out a way to explain her situation to the woman without coming off as rude. Except all that formed in her head were jumbled up sentences and words. If Ellie could get any more confused, she would probably become Neville Samson from her Spanish class. Finally the doors opened, rewarding Ellie with the sight of a long hallway with an expensive looking door at the end and a combination pad.

The woman gripped Ellie's arm again (Ellie bit back the urge to spit a profanity at the woman - her arm was becoming seriously bruised) and she dragged her towards the door. She swiped her ID tag across the lock and typed in a combination before the door unlocked with a loud click. Ellie's heart was probably going to explode out of her chest with how hard it was beating. She really wished this was some type of joke played by Damien, except she knew even he wouldn't dare try this. She didn't understand a thing that was going on - what the hell was the woman talking about? Ellie was struck with sudden social awkwardness and confusion that she lacked the ability to say anything except silent, inward curses at her throbbing arm being abused by the woman's sharp nails.

The woman knocked and opened the door, not before adjusting her skirt and straightened her jacket, and Ellie was met with a dozen pairs of aged eyes on her. Men and women, all looking extremely professional, were all seated at a conference table, looking extremely displeased at their interruption. They all adorned expensive looking suits and blouses, hitting Ellie with a sudden self-consciousness of her own useless blue hoodie and jeans.

"Mr. Osborne's new assistant has arrived," The woman announced, giving a polite smile to everyone. She released her grip on Ellie before shooting her a glare, and left the room. Ellie stood frozen to the spot, stage-fright kicking in from all the eyes on her. She still didn't know what the hell to do, to say, or to think. Assistant? She wasn't an assistant, nor had she applied to be an assistant, nor had she applied to be an assistant for the head of fucking Oscorp!

This was all a mistake. Just a big mistake.

Deep breaths, Ellie.

Just- Explain. Think of something, anything.

In front of all these people.

Damnit, where was Sarah?!

A throat was cleared, jolting her out of her conflicting thoughts. "Ah," a smooth, young voice murmured. Ellie looked directly down the conference table and saw him – the – Harry Osborne. Her breath caught in her throat. She'd seen this person one too many times on television and in magazines and newspapers, and here he was in the flesh, and there she was being wrongly assigned his assistant in the middle of a probably important conference. "I see you're finally here. Care to give a name?" the words were laced with unmistakable smugness and a smirk.

Yep, that was it.

Ellie made sure to mentally note down this day as the most mortifying day of her entire life. Not only that, but she was really fucking sure the universe hated – no, loathed her.

The words left her mouth in a trembling squeak. "Ellie."

Harry Osborn's lips pulled up into a cheeky smile.

Ellie Jones was truly - well and truly - fucked.

[A/N]: Sorry if the first chapter seemed a bit quick or rushed, everybody hates first chapters. This was kind of just to set the idea of the story, where everything starts in the next chapter. I also hope my OC doesn't turn out to be too Mary-Sueish, because God knows how much I hate Mary Sues as much as the next person. I just really loved Dane DeHaan's Harry Osborne in Amazing Spiderman 2, so I felt something needed to be written involving him. Anyway, please review and tell me what you think!