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Entry number fourteen:

Big time Facepalm night. BIG. TIME.

As I'm tip-toeing down the hall, I totally know it's a bad idea. But do I stop? No... why would I?! I'm on a roll with bad ideas tonight. Besides, this will all work out better for me if I just don't think at all.

There's one person in this mansion who can make me feel better right now, and she ain't around. So the next best thing is to find someone who can boost my self esteem. And there's nothing better than not only knowing you're desirable, but also knowing that your stupid ass ex isn't 'getting any', and you are.

He wanted me to prove it after all...

Hindsight is totally 20/20. I guess I should have had hindsight.

So I get to his door, trying to muster up as much of the little sex kitten I know I hide so well, and hesitate as I decide how I should knock. Too slow, and you sound... well slow. Too fast and you seem desperate... don't wanna look too desperate... (I'm rolling my eyes right now)

Before I even have the chance to knock, I can hear the sound of his voice on the other side of the door. Talking to someone. A woman. I can't catch a freakin' break! This is just friggin' wonderful! All I wanted was one stupid night with one stupid guy and I can't even get THAT right. So rather than leave and go sulk in my room like a normal person would, I smack my head against the door like a MORON. I hear the talking stop. And then silence. Horrible... horrible silence. If I move, he'll totally hear me and swing the door open catching me IN THE ACT of totally eavesdropping! So I hold my breath and squeeze my eyes shut, hoping that it's not totally impossible to spontaneously combust. And for some reason, in that very moment I had some kind of rare stroke of luck.

The door behind me opens and I hear in a deep, baritone voice "Katya?"

My saviour! Colossus! I spin around and leap through his open doorway, tugging him along with me before promptly closing the door.

I'm all like "OMG Peter! Thank you!"

To call the look on his face 'confused' would be a gross understatement. He furrows his brow and is like "Are you looking for Rogue?"

My face reddens as I realize that possibly, Rogue DID have a secret boyfriend after all. And his name is Piotr Rasputin. I start stammering like a total moron, struggling to find a way to explain this. If Rogue thinks I'm snooping on her, she'll totally rip my head off. But if anyone finds out I was stalking Gambit... I'll rip my own head off.

I finally manage to say "No, why would I be looking for her here?"

His face eases into a disarming smile and he shrugs. "No reason I suppose."

Okay Kitty, breathe. Right?! I mean, I just totally walked away from death row there. He's giving me an out. Or so I think. Before he says this:

"Were you looking for Remy?"

D'oh. Rather than answer, I totally do the, eyes cast downward in a sheepish look of total guilt. Kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar kinda look. You know?

At this point, I'm just praying he doesn't want me to explain myself. But Pete's never been the kind of guy to push. Or so I think. Before he says this:

"Is everything alright? I thought you were on a date with Lance."

Another d'oh. So I give the short "It ended early" answer, rather than spill my guts to this poor guy who has no real interest in what I'm doing in his hall, and just wants to know why I hastily invited myself into his room.

By this time I feel rude for just staring at the floor, so I look up at him once I've finally regained my composure, and try to smile. And he totally frowns. All concerned like. And I'm all like... what...? And then he goes "Do you want to talk about it Katya?"

Of COURSE I want to talk about it! I want to spill my guts to my best friend who has mysteriously disappeared. I want to tell my sob story to Gambit and hope that he'll take pity on me and offer sex. Wow, that's pathetic. Was I really going to do that? So by now I am well BEYOND my breaking point, and rather than tell Pete that I'm fine with a forced, polite grin, I feel my lower lip start to quiver.

And before I know it, I've totally spilled the beans... as I blubber like a little tool over my own pathetic life. I told him everything. Like... ev-er-y-thing. The dake, Rogue's mysterious absence in my dire time of need, my god-awful date with Lance, the guy who felt me up in the movie theater, the mustard stain on my ass, (leaving out the part where I totally know he has the hots for her and am not totally convinced that they aren't having a torrid affair) and worst of all... my desperate attempt for companionship at Remy's bedroom door.

Ugh.

After what totally feels like, a millennium of silence, I finally look up at him, totally expecting to see his judgmental stare. Instead, he smiles again and asks me if I feel better.

I nod. Totally dumbfounded by his simple reaction to it all. And then I'm like... "Oh my gosh... you must think I'm some kind of disgusting, pathetic... slut."

He shakes his head and says "Not at all. But I do think you're too good for Lance. Set your sights higher Katya, you can do better than him. And as far as Rogue goes... maybe you should just ask her where she's been going. Maybe she's ready to tell you."

I love the way he says my name. It's so much better than Katherine, or Kitty. It's like a tiny little poem or something. Katya.

So I thank him all timidly and head towards his door. Before I leave he's like "If you can't find Rogue and you need to talk, my door's always open."

Gosh. He's such a sweetheart. Totally and completely. I even almost forgot about my embarrassing night. So now, I'm back in my room all cozy in my PJ's, waiting for Rogue to get back so I can confront her face to face about her secrecy. Geeze... Pete is totally like, the perfect guy. An Edward Cullen supreme. Sparkly and all. So, I found comfort in like, the last place I'd ever expected to find it. AND, I totally made a new friend. I mean, Pete and I were friendly and all before... but not to the point that I'd like, completely bare my soul to him. Y'know? It's nice to know I have someone else I can talk to.

Whoever he ends up with is one lucky chick.

TOOTLES! ~Kitty