DISCLAIMER:
[1] I do not own. [2] I have no money.
The importance of these statements : Don't sue!
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I am apologizing in advance. This fic, is extremely pointless Kietro fun. Why Kietro? Because Kietro fans are so adamant, loud, and demanding. Sooo.... I gave in and made a little ficcy-that doesn't involve too much ooc-ness from both parties. Besides..... I'm not really a writer, but an artist, and I stole someone else's muse. Please review, or flame, if that's your style. But be specific so I can I do better. AS ALWAYS: SUGGESTIONS WELCOME. *Cough*slightlyinterfic*cough*
The bell sounded, and throngs of students bustled into the halls and to their lockers. Kitty sighed as she turned the combination to her door lock, remembering how late last night's Physics homework had kept her up. She knew that her training sessions were going to show poor reaction time, but the assignment had been fifteen percent of her grade.
She shivered as she felt the cold rush of air against the back of her neck. She lifted her chin as she opened her locker door, keeping her gaze steadily forward.
"Hey, Pretty Kitty," The all too familiar taunt rang in her ears. She bristled unconsciously, failing to ignore it as she dug into the pile of books. She had to restrain herself from lashing out, thus unable to focus on the task at hand, as she continued to search in vain for her notebook.
"Look Pietro, that was really lame even back when the brotherhood was still a threat around here. So if you don't mind--" She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, as she tried to calm her flustered nerves.
He grinned at her frustration, and leaned against the locker next to her, lowering over her shoulder.
"Now, now, we wouldn't want little Miss Perfect to break a nail, would we?" He cut her short and reached over her shoulder, snatching the notebook from her grasp.
She spun to face him and her brow knitted in frustration and the young speeddemon.
"But I wouldn't worry too much. The brotherhood is back, and better and ever. And not even your little crush and Lance matters anymore, so we won't be going easy on you."
"Whatever, I've got a class if you don't mind. I'm sure even you can remember school. " She phased the notebook free, and started down the hall, following the disappearing crowds. "Shouldn't you and the other dropouts be learning how to, like, flip burgers or something?" She tossed a glare over her shoulder.
Pietro sped in front of her, causing her to bump into him and nearly lose her balance. He stared down at her, fuming.
"Look here you goody-two-shoes x-geek. Principal Kelly has just taken sides in a little war in which he--"
He was interrupted by the bell. Kitty growled angrily. "Great! Now I'm late for physics!" I so don't have time for this, she thought to herself.
Pietro's mouth opened to make another jibe, but was met with the sickening sensation of his body sliding through matter, as Kitty pushed him out of the way, phasing him into the girl's bathroom.
[1] I do not own. [2] I have no money.
The importance of these statements : Don't sue!
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I am apologizing in advance. This fic, is extremely pointless Kietro fun. Why Kietro? Because Kietro fans are so adamant, loud, and demanding. Sooo.... I gave in and made a little ficcy-that doesn't involve too much ooc-ness from both parties. Besides..... I'm not really a writer, but an artist, and I stole someone else's muse. Please review, or flame, if that's your style. But be specific so I can I do better. AS ALWAYS: SUGGESTIONS WELCOME. *Cough*slightlyinterfic*cough*
The bell sounded, and throngs of students bustled into the halls and to their lockers. Kitty sighed as she turned the combination to her door lock, remembering how late last night's Physics homework had kept her up. She knew that her training sessions were going to show poor reaction time, but the assignment had been fifteen percent of her grade.
She shivered as she felt the cold rush of air against the back of her neck. She lifted her chin as she opened her locker door, keeping her gaze steadily forward.
"Hey, Pretty Kitty," The all too familiar taunt rang in her ears. She bristled unconsciously, failing to ignore it as she dug into the pile of books. She had to restrain herself from lashing out, thus unable to focus on the task at hand, as she continued to search in vain for her notebook.
"Look Pietro, that was really lame even back when the brotherhood was still a threat around here. So if you don't mind--" She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, as she tried to calm her flustered nerves.
He grinned at her frustration, and leaned against the locker next to her, lowering over her shoulder.
"Now, now, we wouldn't want little Miss Perfect to break a nail, would we?" He cut her short and reached over her shoulder, snatching the notebook from her grasp.
She spun to face him and her brow knitted in frustration and the young speeddemon.
"But I wouldn't worry too much. The brotherhood is back, and better and ever. And not even your little crush and Lance matters anymore, so we won't be going easy on you."
"Whatever, I've got a class if you don't mind. I'm sure even you can remember school. " She phased the notebook free, and started down the hall, following the disappearing crowds. "Shouldn't you and the other dropouts be learning how to, like, flip burgers or something?" She tossed a glare over her shoulder.
Pietro sped in front of her, causing her to bump into him and nearly lose her balance. He stared down at her, fuming.
"Look here you goody-two-shoes x-geek. Principal Kelly has just taken sides in a little war in which he--"
He was interrupted by the bell. Kitty growled angrily. "Great! Now I'm late for physics!" I so don't have time for this, she thought to herself.
Pietro's mouth opened to make another jibe, but was met with the sickening sensation of his body sliding through matter, as Kitty pushed him out of the way, phasing him into the girl's bathroom.