A/N: Only just realised that I never uploaded this chapter last night, oops, I did upload the document though so here have the chapter that was meant to be uploaded last night! I'm sorry for missing a day, I really thought I'd uploaded it!
Hi hi! Another installment we can all cheer about, I hope you enjoyed the last chapter, I'm sorry if I ended up giving any of you heart attacks. It was only partly my intention, I promise ^^ Almost hit 20,000 readers, again, that's just crazy and I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that this many people have bothered to read something that I've wrote, it's just mad!
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CHAPTER TWELVE
I need someone who
Sees the fire in my eyes and
wants to play with it
It would have taken me too long if I'd stripped, dived, grabbed him and got back out again so without even thinking I used my powers. I know that later on I would probably kick myself repeatedly for using them but this is Pietro we're talking about, I couldn't just let him die. And so I used my telekinetic powers to make him float upwards and towards the side of the pool, he was heavy and therefore I felt myself straining quite a bit.
At the institute it wasn't really one of my most important abilities to them and so I'd only ever practiced picking up stuff like plastic cups. They wanted to concentrate on my abilities that allowed me to get information and stuff like that, "you're a spy, not a soldier," they would always tell me. And if I still didn't get the message then they'd… no, that's not important right now.
I fixed my mind on Pietro and my heart broke at the sight of him, he was pale. I mean, he's always been pale, but there was something different about his shade now. I pushed his wet hair out of the front of his face, revealing his current monotonous features. So far I'd just been running on impulse, which is something Pietro is probably better at them me. I take months of planning before I go through with anything, and yet here I am, rushing to think of a way to save him as swiftly as possible.
What if he was already dead? No, I can't think like this, I have to try.
Using my very limited knowledge of CPR, I bent down and opened his mouth, squeezing his nose. Next I placed my lips against his surprisingly warm (and soft) lips, beginning to blow air into it. Or at least, I'd begun too until suddenly I felt him begin to kiss me. He tilted his head slightly so that our lips would fit together like a puzzle and one thing led to another, soon our tongues were fighting for dominance and his hand had found itself on the back of my neck. As he tried to push me closer into the kiss my hand found it's way into his hair, beginning to playfully tug.
I don't know why I kissed him or how I allowed the kiss to transform into a full on make-out session. The happiness that bloomed within me when I felt him stir just seemed to take over me and when he started kissing me I didn't mind, because I was going to kiss him out of joy.
Do you ever just experience these perfect moments? These unbelievably, almost magical, moments? Where all the troubles seem to fade away and your mind willingly just concentrates on this one certain thing; that's what kissing Pietro did, he made me slip into some sort of coma where all I could see was this bright light and all I could feel was a warmth coursing through my body.
It didn't last though, of course it didn't, I woke up from the coma and was hit by a rocket of memories. I had a mission, a mission that once completed will lead me to leaving Pietro and forgetting this 'friendship' forever. And of course, there's the fact that I don't know if he's even my friend with the way he's been acting recently. Then there is also the fact that Pietro had obviously pretended to be drowning in the pool and I should be angry at him, not kissing him.
I parted from the kiss, jumping back up and putting on the best scowl I could form. Once we broke, Pietro laid stunned for a few seconds before breaking out in a boisterous laugh. I punched him on the shoulder, "it's not funny!"
He just continued to laugh, bending over and beginning to hold his stomach as though the laughter was causing him pain (right now, I hope the laughter is giving him a lot of pain). "You-" He started but had to stop because the giggles wouldn't let him get any words out, a few more minutes passed of him just laughing. The snickers letting an echo fill the large swimming pool. "You give great mouth to mouth," finally he managed to get words out through the giggles but they just infuriated me more, I decided this would be a good time to start punching him. Repeatedly.
The beatings managed to stop him from laughing and soon he was cursing, trying to stop my flailing arms from damaging his arm anymore. No doubt he'd wake up with a large bruise tomorrow. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry! Have mercy!" He cried out, finally being able to catch a hold of my wrists.
"What the hell Pietro!?" I hollered with an unpredicted abrasive tone. "First of all I go round to your mums and hear you've disappeared, and then I find you pretending to be dead in the bloody swimming pool?! Do you know how worried I've been?" I tried to get my wrists free once more to go and hit him again but my strength didn't match up to his and so he'd easily gained the upperhand.
He looked like he wanted to laugh more but thankfully he knew better and instead he just shrugged his shoulders. "I'm going to a party, I think you should come with me." Pietro changed the subject, beginning to look around the swimming pool for something, though I suspect he was just trying to avoid eye contact.
Just as I was about to answer he disappears as he speeds to the other side of the swimming pool, returning back with a giant bottle of vodka. I'm not sure whether it's new or not but three quarters of it was already gone, he went to hand me the drink but I declined his offer. It's become pretty obvious now that he was moderately drunk. "Will you still go to the party if I say no?"
"Of course I'm still going to go," he scoffed, giving me this look that made me feel so belittled. There it was again, that sense that really I meant nothing to him. Maybe I was just fooling myself with this friendship.
"Will you at least tell me why you're acting like this?"
"Eskimo," he began, reciting that bloody nickname and reminding me how I got. "I can say with complete honesty, that I've never felt better." He said, and if the tone hadn't implied that the words which slipped off his tongue were lies, than the fact that he straight away drank more vodka after speaking made it clear enough for me.
Something was wrong with Pietro and I couldn't just leave him on his own for the rest of the night, god knows what havoc he'd end up creating without me there. Sighing, I took a hold of the mostly empty vodka bottle from his hands and finished the drink off, slamming the empty bottle down onto the ground and cringing at the bitter taste. Once I'd finished scrunching up my facial expressions I moved to stand up, "let's get going then."
"Wait, wait," he cried, stopping me before I'd exited the pool. "I want to show you something."
The crooked grin on his face worried me slightly and before I could stop him from trying anything, I found myself being held bridal style in his arms. "What the hell are you doing Pietro?"
"Peter, my name is P-E-T-E-R." He slurred and I just shook my head, pushing him to tell me his plan with a glare. "I'm going to go fast." He explained lamely, I still managed to catch on though.
I was going to stop him at first but realised that this was probably really important for him. No one else could understand how it felt to run at such high speeds and this was my chance to apprehend what he experienced on a daily basis. "Fine, but you need to hold my head or else I'll get whiplash."
"Right," he nodded, actually agreeing with me on one thing. He cradled my head closer to his body, "you ready?" I looked up into his eyes and was surprised by what I saw. Looking into his eyes, I was reminded that he was a child, another innocence that has been plagued by this planet just as much as I have. There was something else, a shimmer of something which I wished hadn't been such a familiar shine. It was the same shine I'd get in my eyes when I'd hide away from my room because I knew no one else at the institute could understand the harrowing pain which cursed my heart. I vaguely remember nodding my head before we'd begun to speed off, and it was honestly astounding.
It wasn't even like we were running fast, it just felt like everything around us had slowed down. In seconds we stopped outside of a house that was booming with people and music, the exterior of the house was already covered entirely by passed out drunks. There was also one or two pairs of people making out on the grass but I awkwardly ignored them.
Pietro grabbed a hold of my hand and began to pull me into the building, much to my dismay. I was instantly hit with the smell of weed and sweat, people were practically stuck together in the hallways, pushing their crotches against one another. It almost reminded me of this ritual I learnt about at the institute, this cult in the sahara use to rub their crotches against one another and sacrifice one child, I think it was so all the woman in their village would get pregnant. If I see any babies here I'll be sure to save them before they're sacrificed.
"Why are we here, Pietro?" I asked in a huff, not enjoying how I was being squished roughly against his chest.
He looked down at me like I was crazy for even asking such a question, "why does anyone go to a party?" He rhetorically asked whilst turning around and grabbing two cans of beer, easily opening them both and handing one to me. "To get as drunk as possible." He answered himself as he began to down the entire can.
Once finished he let out an unflattering burp and threw the beer can back down on the floor, moving to grab another one. This was certainly dangerous territory, I've never been around Pietro this drunk before and I was worried sick about what he was capable of in this condition. I grabbed the can before he could begin to drink from it, pushing it downwards whilst it was still in his hand, "please don't drink anymore Pietro, you're already pretty drunk."
"Did you not just hear me?" He pushed my hand away from the can, "'pretty drunk' isn't good enough for me, I want to be as drunk as possible!"
"Pietro-"
"Christine!" He cried, and we both turned to the right at the same time, spotting the entirety of the C crew stood together. "Just the girl I wanted to see!" He began to move towards them before I even had time to stop him, and so I reluctantly followed behind.
He threw his arms around Christine's shoulder and nibbled slightly at her neck, "Pietro," she giggled. Though I was more interested in all the jaundiced gazes that were being sent her way from the rest of the C crew.
"Hey guys," I greeted but they only nodded back, fixated on the pair in front of them that were beginning to caress one another. As far as I knew, Christine was the only girl left of the C crew that hadn't allegedly had sex with Pietro. Not that I care.
They'd begun to whisper into one another's ears and I couldn't really tell what they were saying, I just kept trying to keep up a conversation with Candy. Turns out she's actually quite a nice person when she's not trying to make Cindy proud of her all the time, we even managed to joke to one another. It's not like I hated the C crew or anything, even though they were continuously dominating everything I did, I knew that I still had quite a lot of freedom seen as the way I was treated at the institute was like being a prisoner.
When I turned back, I found that Pietro and Christine had gone missing. A sharp pain hit my stomach when I realised exactly where they'd probably gone. "You shouldn't worry you know? We can all see that Pietro's totally crazy for you." Candy said, grabbing my arm and patting it as though she were trying to reassure me.
"I'm not worried, Pietro can do what he wants. I think it's more obvious that Pietro doesn't like me, at all." I said with a joking tone, trying to hide how obviously in pain I was. All I wanted to do right now was go to bed, not only was I incredibly tired, but now I also felt quite dejected and it wasn't a fun way to feel.
She began to shake her head wildly, "that's not how it is at all!" She yelled, almost angered by my denial of her statement. "First of all," she began, starting to list things with her fingers, "you're the first friend he's had since the start of high school. Second of all, his attendance has gone way up since you started. Third of all, this is the first person he'd slept with since you got here and normally he'd have had his way with about ten woman already. And fourth, are you blind? Do you not see the way he looks at you all the time?"
I'd slowly reclined back in my seat, slightly disturbed by all the things she was telling me. For some reason, I simply couldn't believe her though. I was about her when the running theme of the night struck me once again and I found myself being interrupted by multiple sirens getting louder and louder.
"Police!" Someone cried and before I knew it there was a stampede filling the entire house.
I didn't even think twice about it, there was no way I was going to leave without knowing that Pietro was safe and out of this damned house. I pushed my way through the crowd and managed to reach the first bedroom, opening it I found a couple having sex. My heart stopped and I'm pretty sure some invisible figure was grabbing it and crushing it with his bare hands, "t-the police are here." I managed to choke out, they quickly stood and started slipping on their clothes. They moved to stand in to the light, revealing that they were actually just complete strangers.
Blushing, I let the room in a hurry and found myself bumping into Christine. "Where's Pietro?" I asked instantly, not bothering to beat around the bush.
"The fucker passed out before we could even take our clothes off," she whined, her lips forming a pout.
I blinked at her, hiding the glee that seemed to burst within me. "Okay, so, sorry about that. But what room is he in?" Huffing because I wasn't going to entertain her complaints, she pointed the room behind her and walked around me. "Thank you," I called, finally allowing the smile to slip on my lips.
The room was so dark when I entered it and it took me a bit to find the light switch, which isn't good considering that I needed to get out of here as fast as possible. Once I turned the light on I found him passed out completely on the bed, still fully dressed, thank god. Gently, I began to push on his shoulder, "Pietro," I called in a sing-song voice.
When he didn't start responding straight away I began to push harder, and finally he started respond with some murmurs, "five more minutes."
"Come on Pietro, work with me here." I wrapped my arms around his waist and started pulling him to his feet, "I just need you to get out of this house as fast as possible, the police are here." I realised that I was speaking to him like a child but somehow it had actually begun to work and he'd begun to move along with me, out of the house and onto the streets behind the building just as the police had entered the house.