Pietro Maximoff peeped out from behind a locker, leant against a wall and sighed in relief. He'd lost her…finally. He smirked to himself. But then…
"Pietro…" a shrill voice called down the hallway. And the smirk was wiped off his face. He turned, she'd seen him. It was to late.
"Courtney…hi." he said, trying to sound pleasantly surprised
"Hi. Ok, this might seem a little like forward, you know, me being the girl and everything..," she giggled incessantly while twisting her bleach blonde hair coyly round her finger, "but I was wondering if you were like seeing anyone at the moment…I mean, you know, I'm sure you haven't forgotten that um…moment we shared at prom… and well I really kinda… well… like you Pietro- do you wanna like go out sometime?"
Pietro swallowed. This was it. The moment he had been dreading since prom. This girl, however annoying she was, had friends in high places. Namely cheerleaders. If he said the wrong thing, she would more than likely go around bad mouthing him to every hot girl in the school, and Pietro knew only to well how fiercely loyal girls could be. So what could he say? Certainly not the truth: 'Hey, yeah about that… My date for the evening dumped me so I was pissed off and drunk. And you were the first vaguely attractive blonde that wandered into my eye line, so you know….' No- that most definitely would not go down well. He looked around desperately for some way out. And then suddenly before he could stop them, the words rolled off his tongue..
"Actually, I'm seeing someone." The moment he said the words he felt like kicking himself. Of course he wasn't seeing anyone, he had barely had time to talk to a girl, so busy had he been avoiding Courtney.
Courtney looked put out and vaguely surprised.
"Oh… Who?"
Again Pietro found himself scanning the hall for some means of escape. He could see none. But then his eyes rested on a girl fumbling with her locker keys. Kitty Pryde. She would do…she was the only vaguely plausible possibility present. He sped over to her and draped one arm casually round her shoulder.
"Kitty Pryde." He said smiling sweetly at Courtney.
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Kitty knew something had gone strangely wrong with the universe when Pietro Maximoff started putting his arm around her. In fact, shock was the main reason why she didn't throw off his arm in disgust as soon as it came in contact with her body.
She blinked, confused at Pietro. He glanced at her quickly, his mouth was set in a confident smile but his sapphire eyes were begging with her to play along. So for some reason, unbeknown to herself, she did. She smiled at Courtney not really sure what else to do.
"Kitty?" asked Courtney condescendingly, looking down at the younger girl and making her feel about 2 feet tall.
"That's right," Pietro answered, obviously slightly relieved that Kitty hadn't thrown him across the hallway in repulsion, "my one and only, pretty Kitty."
Kitty, frowned at his smarmy words- the nickname she despised sounded even worse coming out of her rivals mouth. Courtney looked at Kitty to confirm Pietro's statement. She nodded- she didn't trust herself to speak.
The blonde junior eyed them suspiciously for a moment and then shrugged.
" Well whatever Pietro," and then stepping closer to him she added in what she liked to think was a seductive whisper, "But make sure you call me when you get rid of this pathetic try-hard." With that she turned and stalked away.
As soon as she was out of sight Kitty ducked out from Pietros arm and glared at him.
"And what the hell was that?" she demanded.
Pietro smirked, "Keep it down baby- people'll think we're having a lovers tiff.."
Kitty sucked in her breath, praying for the patience to deal with this loser.
"You know what- Fine Pietro don't tell me, have it your way. Just don't expect me to do it again." she was about to turn on her heel, when Pietro grabbed her arm quickly, a worried a expression on his face.
"No, no- Look I know that must have been uncomfortable, me just putting you on the spot and everything but you've gotta understand- that girls a serious Glen."
"A Glen?"
"Yeah a Glen…you know- Glen Close- Fatal Attraction???" he attempted to explain, but seeing the confused look on Kittys face he gave up. "Kitty- Just pretend to be my girlfriend for a couple more days ok. See I know Courtneys type- she'll lose interest in about a week, but if I remain unattached till then she'll pounce on me! Stalk me down like some sort of giant praying mantis with giant, fake, blonde hair."
Kitty wrinkled her nose, "Why me? Why couldn't you pick some other girl? You know I hate you."
"Thanks Pryde I don't really like you either, but look around- the cup of choice wasn't exactly overflowing."
Kitty looked around the hallway. She had to agree- It was empty apart from themselves, a rather pale, dumpy girl from Kitty's science class and the tall scary person from senior year, who could've been a boy or a girl- nobody was quite sure.
Pietro, not quite sure what this lapse in uncivil conversation meant, carried on with himself,
"I mean come on Pryde…Most girls would say yes in a heartbeat. Especially one like you." He knew that last part was a mistake as soon as the words left his mouth.
"Oh and what's that supposed to mean? Actually no- forget I asked. I'd rather die than do any sort of favour for a obnoxious, pig-headed, vain, selfish little boy- such as yourself." She spat out, flushing angrily and turning around, walking quickly away.
Pietro didn't bother following. He actually felt bad about what he'd said, and if he hadn't felt bad it would have been a hell of a lot easier to apologise.
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"Pietro…" a shrill voice called down the hallway. And the smirk was wiped off his face. He turned, she'd seen him. It was to late.
"Courtney…hi." he said, trying to sound pleasantly surprised
"Hi. Ok, this might seem a little like forward, you know, me being the girl and everything..," she giggled incessantly while twisting her bleach blonde hair coyly round her finger, "but I was wondering if you were like seeing anyone at the moment…I mean, you know, I'm sure you haven't forgotten that um…moment we shared at prom… and well I really kinda… well… like you Pietro- do you wanna like go out sometime?"
Pietro swallowed. This was it. The moment he had been dreading since prom. This girl, however annoying she was, had friends in high places. Namely cheerleaders. If he said the wrong thing, she would more than likely go around bad mouthing him to every hot girl in the school, and Pietro knew only to well how fiercely loyal girls could be. So what could he say? Certainly not the truth: 'Hey, yeah about that… My date for the evening dumped me so I was pissed off and drunk. And you were the first vaguely attractive blonde that wandered into my eye line, so you know….' No- that most definitely would not go down well. He looked around desperately for some way out. And then suddenly before he could stop them, the words rolled off his tongue..
"Actually, I'm seeing someone." The moment he said the words he felt like kicking himself. Of course he wasn't seeing anyone, he had barely had time to talk to a girl, so busy had he been avoiding Courtney.
Courtney looked put out and vaguely surprised.
"Oh… Who?"
Again Pietro found himself scanning the hall for some means of escape. He could see none. But then his eyes rested on a girl fumbling with her locker keys. Kitty Pryde. She would do…she was the only vaguely plausible possibility present. He sped over to her and draped one arm casually round her shoulder.
"Kitty Pryde." He said smiling sweetly at Courtney.
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Kitty knew something had gone strangely wrong with the universe when Pietro Maximoff started putting his arm around her. In fact, shock was the main reason why she didn't throw off his arm in disgust as soon as it came in contact with her body.
She blinked, confused at Pietro. He glanced at her quickly, his mouth was set in a confident smile but his sapphire eyes were begging with her to play along. So for some reason, unbeknown to herself, she did. She smiled at Courtney not really sure what else to do.
"Kitty?" asked Courtney condescendingly, looking down at the younger girl and making her feel about 2 feet tall.
"That's right," Pietro answered, obviously slightly relieved that Kitty hadn't thrown him across the hallway in repulsion, "my one and only, pretty Kitty."
Kitty, frowned at his smarmy words- the nickname she despised sounded even worse coming out of her rivals mouth. Courtney looked at Kitty to confirm Pietro's statement. She nodded- she didn't trust herself to speak.
The blonde junior eyed them suspiciously for a moment and then shrugged.
" Well whatever Pietro," and then stepping closer to him she added in what she liked to think was a seductive whisper, "But make sure you call me when you get rid of this pathetic try-hard." With that she turned and stalked away.
As soon as she was out of sight Kitty ducked out from Pietros arm and glared at him.
"And what the hell was that?" she demanded.
Pietro smirked, "Keep it down baby- people'll think we're having a lovers tiff.."
Kitty sucked in her breath, praying for the patience to deal with this loser.
"You know what- Fine Pietro don't tell me, have it your way. Just don't expect me to do it again." she was about to turn on her heel, when Pietro grabbed her arm quickly, a worried a expression on his face.
"No, no- Look I know that must have been uncomfortable, me just putting you on the spot and everything but you've gotta understand- that girls a serious Glen."
"A Glen?"
"Yeah a Glen…you know- Glen Close- Fatal Attraction???" he attempted to explain, but seeing the confused look on Kittys face he gave up. "Kitty- Just pretend to be my girlfriend for a couple more days ok. See I know Courtneys type- she'll lose interest in about a week, but if I remain unattached till then she'll pounce on me! Stalk me down like some sort of giant praying mantis with giant, fake, blonde hair."
Kitty wrinkled her nose, "Why me? Why couldn't you pick some other girl? You know I hate you."
"Thanks Pryde I don't really like you either, but look around- the cup of choice wasn't exactly overflowing."
Kitty looked around the hallway. She had to agree- It was empty apart from themselves, a rather pale, dumpy girl from Kitty's science class and the tall scary person from senior year, who could've been a boy or a girl- nobody was quite sure.
Pietro, not quite sure what this lapse in uncivil conversation meant, carried on with himself,
"I mean come on Pryde…Most girls would say yes in a heartbeat. Especially one like you." He knew that last part was a mistake as soon as the words left his mouth.
"Oh and what's that supposed to mean? Actually no- forget I asked. I'd rather die than do any sort of favour for a obnoxious, pig-headed, vain, selfish little boy- such as yourself." She spat out, flushing angrily and turning around, walking quickly away.
Pietro didn't bother following. He actually felt bad about what he'd said, and if he hadn't felt bad it would have been a hell of a lot easier to apologise.
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