Author's Note- I know all cheerleaders aren't evil, but if other authors can use the 'blonde's are stupid' stereotype I can use this one.

Second Note- 'The harem" is a term that I take from what my friends and I use to refer to these girls who drool over my ex AKA the male-slut. AGAIN- it's not a slur on cheerleaders.

But That's Not Enough

Everywhere someone's getting over
Everybody cries and sometimes
You can still lose even if you really try
Talking 'bout the dream like the dream is over
Talk like that won't get you nowhere
Everybody's trusting in the heart
Like the heart don't lie
-Matchbox Twenty

The next week

Remy approached Kitty who was sitting watching an old movie in the rec. room. "Bonjour, petite chat," he smiled flopping down next to her.

"Hi," Kitty smiled. Since Lance had left the real Kitty was starting to emerge and the real Kitty was beginning to notice that Remy was extremely cute. Unfortunately, the depressed and hurt Kitty made sure that all she did was notice. Not to mention that Kitty had noticed Rogue looking at Remy when her friend thought no one would notice. "How's it going?"

Remy rolled his eyes and sank down in his seat. "Boring. What do y' do for fun around here?"

"Swimming, pool, video games..."

"Remy has done all of dose t'ings," he said waving a hand dismissively. He suddenly brightened up. "Want ta go to a club tonight, petite?"

Yes! real Kitty yelled. "I don't know," Kitty said hesitantly.

"Please," Remy said with an adorable pout that he knew worked on half of the women that he had met. "Remy don' want ta go alone." She chewed on her bottom lip obviously thinking about it.

"Okay," she said giving in finally.

"Merci. Six good for y'?"

"That'll be totally fine," Kitty smiled up at him. He stood back up and walked back out of the room.

Later that night

"Ready, ma chérie?" Remy inquired looking Kitty over as she walked down the stairs. She was dressed in a tight pair of flares and a pink tank top.

"Yeah," she said slightly nervous. He walked to her and kissed her cheek.

"Y' look trés belle," he murmured.

"Um... thanks," she said blushing. John and Pietro were also standing with Amara, Jubilee, and Rogue.

"Dere be too many of us for one car," Remy said.

"I'll take someone in mine," Pietro said. Pietro had a brand new red sports car. It was a thunderbird convertible.

"I'll go," Kitty said before thinking. Pietro raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, Kitty-Cat," he nodded. They walked out to the cars and he went around to unlock her door for her. She looked at him for a few seconds. "What?"

Kitty shrugged. "Nothing, I was just wondering what you've, like, done with the real Pietro."

"Would it help if I said I was hoping to get a look down your shirt when you sat down?"

"Immensely," Kitty said. "Thank you."

"You are one very strange girl," he said shaking his head. He got into the car and started it, putting the top down. Kitty turned slightly studying him for the first time since they had left the mansion. He was dressed in a simple pair of black jeans and a white wife-beater that was tight enough to expose his abs and chest, complimented by a back silk shirt he left open. He put the top down and they took off.

Kitty wasn't at all surprised to find that Pietro sped all the way there. What did surprise her, however was that she enjoyed the ride. He got out and walked around once again opening her door for her. Kitty saw many girls turning to Pietro several waved. "My public," he sighed.

"Gag me," Kitty said rolling her eyes.

Pietro smirked looking down at her. "With what?" She looked at him blankly for a second then slugged his arm.

"Pig!"

"Ow." Instead of getting angry he slipped an arm around her shoulders. Kitty started to shrug out of his embrace but saw the angry looks on the faces of his "fanclub" which mostly consisted of cheerleaders. Taking a deep breath and remembering Riley from her old school, she slid her own arm around his waist. Surprising herself she slid her one hand into his back pocket. The others arrived and walked over.

"Dis be interestin'," Remy smiled raising an eyebrow at them

"I'm just trying to piss off the harem," Kitty shrugged.

"Harem?" Pietro mused. "I like that, but I didn't know you could use such big words, Pryde."

"I didn't know you would know what it meant."

"Ooh, good one, been practicing?"

"Screw you."

Pietro smirked leaning in close. "Name the time and place." Kitty phased so his arm fell through her. "That's just rude."

"I'm going inside," Kitty said raising her head and ignoring Pietro. The others followed her in. Pietro stuck with the others while Kitty walked straight onto the dance floor.

"Dat should be illegal," Remy remarked.

"What?" Pietro asked.

"A fille dat good dancin' alone." Pietro followed Remy's gaze and could only think of one word: damn. Kitty danced completely unaware of the world and any eyes on her. Her moves were seductive but the way she had her eyes closed and the innocent smile on her face showed that she didn't know that. She was good.

He had a feeling that this was one girl who could keep up with him. Not even realizing that he was doing it he walked over to her and raised an eyebrow extending a hand. Kitty frowned in confusion but took his hand allowing him to tug her into his arms, her back to his front. He ran his hands down her sides slowly then over her stomach until they rested around her. He felt Kitty shiver and grinned.

She turned in his arms and wrapped her own arms around his neck. They moved together in almost perfect harmony. Pietro had to fight off the natural reaction of having a beautiful woman rubbing against him. Much to his relief a slow song started.