*Here we are! Chapter 2! I like this chapter. Hey, maybe you will too.
Chapter 2
"Hello?!" Tabitha Smith shouted. "How'm I supposed to take a frickin' shower if there's no damn water?"
As many could see, the young girl was not a happy camper.
Apparently, neither was Pietro Maximoff. He gritted his teeth very hard and fought the urge to run upstairs and strangle the girl. She had to be the most annoying person in Bayville. No, the most annoying person in New York. NO, definitely the most annoying person on all the world. She just never shut up. Never. Hello this, hello that, hello hello hello! He had never heard a word he loathed more than this one. Or a person, for that matter. Did she not understand? Could she not comprehend their looks of hostility? They....did.....not.....like....her! She was annoying, she was a brat, and she never shut her mouth longer than a second.
He took a deep breath in a futile attempt to calm himself, but at that exact moment, the same obnoxious voice called out, "helllooooo! Anyone alive down there? Yoooo-hooo!!!"
He clenched and unclenched his fists.
"Yo, is murder always a crime?" Todd muttered out of the corner of his mouth. The two boys were sitting side by side on the lumpy old family room couch, along with Lance and Fred, who were both sprawled on the floor. The four were watching tv, or at least trying to. Every five seconds, that evil, evil, EVIL girl would shriek, "hellooo?", and than make an uncalled for snippy little remark about something completely random. It really gave one homicidal urges.
"Okkkk! I'm ready to get down there and sock someone a good one if one of you don't frickin' answer me!"
"And I, to you," Pietro growled under his breath. "All in favor of throwing her out the window? A high one, perhaps?" He raised his eyebrows hopefully.
"Too kind. What about a hanging?" Lance offered.
"I say we stone her," Todd said enthusiastically.
"But we don't got no drugs, man!"
There was a momentary pause.
"No Fred." Todd said matter-of-factly, shaking his head.
"But how're we supposed to stone her if none of us got any weed?" The larger boy protested.
"No Fred." Todd repeated, patting his friend on the arm sympathetically.
"You know who really deserves to be stoned? You know WHO is really responsible for all this?" Pietro cried suddenly, his eyes gleaming fanatically. He glowered at each of the members of the Brotherhood for a long time.
"Um....sure, yo," Todd said, shrugging. "The person we're talkin' about?"
"NO!" Pietro said passionately. "Isn't it obvious? The traitor is amongst us, idiots! We've been betrayed!"
The three other boys eyed each other suspiciously. They had no idea what the hell Pietro was talking about. Lance briefly wondered if the younger boy was on something.
"Guys! Isn't it clear? Isn't it obvious? It's -"
"-I'm sorry!"
Three pairs of eyes turned dubiously to the large boy sitting on the floor, his face crumpled like a wounded puppy's.
"I'm sorry!" Fred wailed again. "I didn't mean to!"
"Er....mean to do what?" Pietro asked warily.
"I don't know!" Fred cried. "Aren't you accusing me of something?"
"Um....where'd you get that idea?"
"Well, everyone seems to know who you're talking about and I don't know and....why do you all hate me? I deserved to be stoned!" He threw a hand upon his heart and sniffled.
"Um....Freddy...I'm not talking about you."
"Oh. Really?"
"Yeah."
"Oh. Ok."
"It's Lance!" Pietro cried, regaining all of his delayed passion and pointing an accusing finger at the older boy, who looked shocked.
"Huh? What'd I do?"
"You let this...this beast into our house!" Pietro replied coldly.
"Yeah, what were you thinkin', yo?" Todd piped up. "She's takin' over! She's never gonna leave, yo!"
"My point exactly." Pietro said firmly. "You deserve some deep punishment."
"Guys, guys. Hold on." Lance held up his hands in a gesture of peace. "Are we forgetting that I don't like this girl either?"
"But you invited her!"
"I did not. She showed up at the door."
"Oh, shut it!" Pietro groaned. "Don't try to fake us out now, you Brutus-boy. You invited her that one day and that's why she came!"
Lance shrugged helplessly. "She was hot. I've got hormones, doesn't everyone? Besides, I didn't think she'd actually come."
"Well you-" Pietro started to retort, but quickly slammed his mouth shut as he heard thundering footsteps on the stairs.
*And enter, the beast* he thought grimly.
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The newest member of the Brotherhood, also known as Tabitha, rolled her eyes at the ceiling and glared at her nails. She was bored out of her mind. Not to mention she really, REALLY hated her new home and her new roommates. Honestly, they had to be the stupidest people she had ever met in her entire life. Stupid, worthless little wannabe punk boys that were so incredibly hostile and unwelcome toward her. She tried to be perky and she tried to be nice. After all, she was only trying to add some flavor into their stupid little lives. Honestly, she almost felt sorry for them.
*I'd almost rather be with the X-men* she thought sullenly, picking at her nail polish. *At least they know how to treat their guests* She sighed loudly and flopped over on the bed. At least the room was nice. But it did get boring after holing up in there for close to three hours. And there was nothing else to do in the house. She couldn't even take a frickin' shower! Jesus, was she asking for too much? Just a little running water?
*I am normally a VERY tolerant person* She thought reasonably. *I can take what I get and I always make the best of it. But, goddammit, this is too much!*
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It was Monday afternoon and another day of school. Pietro Maximoff sat very bored in his Intro. To Business class, drumming his nails against the desk and sighing loudly. He normally liked this class a lot, there were always buckets of good looking cheerleaders throwing themselves at him, and it was always fun flirting with them. Even though they did get annoying after a while.
But today, he didn't know why, he was in an unusually bad mood. Perhaps it was the stupid, stupid blonde girl's presence in the classroom. She usually never irritated him; he hardly even noticed she was there. But today.......argh, today, why couldn't she just go away? Just seeing the back of her head made him mad. Why did she have to be so.....so.....stupid?
"And then, I was like, no way! That color is, like, so 1956!" He tore his eyes from Tabitha and attempted to pay attention to the red haired girl beside him, Emily something or other.
"But, then, she was like, oh my God! This color is so not 1956! More like, 1988, and like, that's totally cool, you know what I mean?" Emily something or other burst into a fit of giggles and flipped her hair in his face, bombarding him with the incredibly strong stench of perfume.
He coughed slightly and forced a laugh. He had no idea what the hell was so funny. As a matter of fact, he didn't see any sort of joke whatsoever in what she had just said. This one was a bigger idiot than the rest of them. But he plastered a pasty smile on his face just the same and pretended to turn his gaze back to the teacher, who was rambling about something completely unknown to the entire class.
He found his eyes slowly drifting back toward the blonde girl two rows ahead of him. She was staring out the window, her head propped on her hands and an irritated scowl resting on her face.
*Huh, so what's she so pissy about?* He thought sulkily, glaring at her back. For some reason, just seeing her mad made him mad. He had no idea why.
"Peety, honey, are you paying attention?" A ring-adorned hand tapped him lightly on the shoulder, and he turned around to find himself face to face with the brownish-colored way-too-glossy lips of Emily something or other.
"Oh, yeah," he muttered. "Listen, Em, I've got a huge headache so could you let me alone for a little while?" He hoped desperately that she would get the message that she was supposed to shut up.
Unfortunately, she wasn't very smart. "Oh, no, Peety sweetie! Are you ok? Oh my God, let me take you down to the nurse!" Before he could protest, she called out, "excuse me? Like, Pietro here is soooo incredibly sick. He like, absolutely has to go down to the nurse! You don't, like, understand!" She turned sorrowful eyes to the teacher, then grabbed Pietro and hugged him tightly to her chest. "Are you ok, honey?"
*Aside from your silicon boobs being in my face, all's well* He thought broodingly. Not that he would usually mind being pressed up against some girl's boobs. But at the moment, he really wasn't in the mood. Not to mention she smelled like shit.
"Mr. Maximoff looks all right to me," the teacher said frostily. Apparently, he was watching the whole hugging scene with utmost disapproval on his face. At least that's what Pietro could see from his face being squashed against Emily's sweater.
"Oh my God! You have to let him!" The ditz squealed indignantly. "This is like, child abuse! I am so gonna report you! You, like, can't stop us from going!"
"Emily, relax," Pietro said, alarmed, and pulled himself away from her. "I think I'll live."
"Are you sure, Peety?" Emily asked, her foundation-loaded face crinkled in worry.
"Yeah." He turned away, irritated. Jesus, the girl was stupid.
He immediately noticed that Tabitha was turned in her chair and she was staring at him with revulsion written upon her face. He felt his temper flare up. God, WHY was she so annoying?!?!
"Got a problem, Tabby?" He demanded loudly, dragging out her name.
She glowered at him but didn't say anything, and whirled back around in her chair, her arms crossed across her chest. Pietro settled back in his chair, too, a feeling of odd pleasure taking over his senses. He had no idea why.
*God, do I need a life* He thought sadly.
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BAM! The locker door flew back open. It was the end of the day, and Tabitha Smith was very, very angry. She had never been so angry in her entire life. In fact, she could hardly remember a time that she had been angry at all. For what reason, she did not know the cause of her anger. It couldn't possibly be because of what Pietro had said to her during class. He hadn't even said anything bad. Just annoying.
*So WHY, exactly, am I so mad?* She thought furiously, slamming her locker shut again. It flew open, again. *Ok, so Pietro is a cocky-ass baggage of shit. Aren't all my roommates? WHY do I frickin' hate him so much?*
"Argh!" She verbalized. Some people stopped in the hallways to frown at her.
*Ok, so he obviously hates you a lot more than the other three do* She thought reasonably, ignoring the skeptical people watching her. *And you hate him more than you hate the other three. But.....no need for this sort of....pissiness. He isn't even that bad! WHY do I hate him?!?!* She slammed her locker with her fist for no apparent reason and tore off down the hallway, not too sure where she was going.
*Where are you going, stupid?* She thought as she found herself in the deserted upstairs C-wing. *Heading back down now....* She started to head back down the stairs, but a familiar head of bright white hair caught her eye and she paused. *Not him! What is he doing here?*
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*Not her! What is she doing here?* Pietro thought angrily. *Isn't it enough that she lives with me? Why won't she just stay away during school hours?* He glared in her general direction, and noticed that she was glaring in his general direction, too.
"What're you staring at, Blondie?" He demanded rudely, scowling at her. She stared at him with loathing written all over her face and walked over.
"You know what? You are such, an ass!" She said, then realized how incredibly random that had just been. *Oh well, he is an ass.*
"That hurt," he sneered, turning around so he was face to face with her. "And I, in turn, will call you a bitch." *Haha! Take that!*
"Oh my God. You don't understand how much I want to hurt you right now," Tabitha said, her voice shaking. She took a step closer.
"I've wanted to hurt you since you set foot in this house," Pietro replied smugly, and he in turn took a step closer so the two were toe to toe.
"I hate you!"
"I hate you!"
"I wish you would die or something!"
"At least I wouldn't have to look at your ugly face if I died!"
*Ok, I sound like a little kid,* they both thought, alarmed.
"You know what, leave me alone!" Tabitha shrieked. "Stop following me around-"
"I'm following you? Ha! You're the one that came up here-"
"You- God I hate you!"
"Go die or something!"
For a moment the two stood, toe to toe, glaring each other down, faces bright red with fury.
*Urgh, I wish he'd go to hell,* Tabitha thought, glowering into the angry boy's eyes.
*I hate that little bitch* Pietro thought, scowling into the angry girl's eyes.
Both of them looked up to feel the other's lips upon their own.
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Chapter 2
"Hello?!" Tabitha Smith shouted. "How'm I supposed to take a frickin' shower if there's no damn water?"
As many could see, the young girl was not a happy camper.
Apparently, neither was Pietro Maximoff. He gritted his teeth very hard and fought the urge to run upstairs and strangle the girl. She had to be the most annoying person in Bayville. No, the most annoying person in New York. NO, definitely the most annoying person on all the world. She just never shut up. Never. Hello this, hello that, hello hello hello! He had never heard a word he loathed more than this one. Or a person, for that matter. Did she not understand? Could she not comprehend their looks of hostility? They....did.....not.....like....her! She was annoying, she was a brat, and she never shut her mouth longer than a second.
He took a deep breath in a futile attempt to calm himself, but at that exact moment, the same obnoxious voice called out, "helllooooo! Anyone alive down there? Yoooo-hooo!!!"
He clenched and unclenched his fists.
"Yo, is murder always a crime?" Todd muttered out of the corner of his mouth. The two boys were sitting side by side on the lumpy old family room couch, along with Lance and Fred, who were both sprawled on the floor. The four were watching tv, or at least trying to. Every five seconds, that evil, evil, EVIL girl would shriek, "hellooo?", and than make an uncalled for snippy little remark about something completely random. It really gave one homicidal urges.
"Okkkk! I'm ready to get down there and sock someone a good one if one of you don't frickin' answer me!"
"And I, to you," Pietro growled under his breath. "All in favor of throwing her out the window? A high one, perhaps?" He raised his eyebrows hopefully.
"Too kind. What about a hanging?" Lance offered.
"I say we stone her," Todd said enthusiastically.
"But we don't got no drugs, man!"
There was a momentary pause.
"No Fred." Todd said matter-of-factly, shaking his head.
"But how're we supposed to stone her if none of us got any weed?" The larger boy protested.
"No Fred." Todd repeated, patting his friend on the arm sympathetically.
"You know who really deserves to be stoned? You know WHO is really responsible for all this?" Pietro cried suddenly, his eyes gleaming fanatically. He glowered at each of the members of the Brotherhood for a long time.
"Um....sure, yo," Todd said, shrugging. "The person we're talkin' about?"
"NO!" Pietro said passionately. "Isn't it obvious? The traitor is amongst us, idiots! We've been betrayed!"
The three other boys eyed each other suspiciously. They had no idea what the hell Pietro was talking about. Lance briefly wondered if the younger boy was on something.
"Guys! Isn't it clear? Isn't it obvious? It's -"
"-I'm sorry!"
Three pairs of eyes turned dubiously to the large boy sitting on the floor, his face crumpled like a wounded puppy's.
"I'm sorry!" Fred wailed again. "I didn't mean to!"
"Er....mean to do what?" Pietro asked warily.
"I don't know!" Fred cried. "Aren't you accusing me of something?"
"Um....where'd you get that idea?"
"Well, everyone seems to know who you're talking about and I don't know and....why do you all hate me? I deserved to be stoned!" He threw a hand upon his heart and sniffled.
"Um....Freddy...I'm not talking about you."
"Oh. Really?"
"Yeah."
"Oh. Ok."
"It's Lance!" Pietro cried, regaining all of his delayed passion and pointing an accusing finger at the older boy, who looked shocked.
"Huh? What'd I do?"
"You let this...this beast into our house!" Pietro replied coldly.
"Yeah, what were you thinkin', yo?" Todd piped up. "She's takin' over! She's never gonna leave, yo!"
"My point exactly." Pietro said firmly. "You deserve some deep punishment."
"Guys, guys. Hold on." Lance held up his hands in a gesture of peace. "Are we forgetting that I don't like this girl either?"
"But you invited her!"
"I did not. She showed up at the door."
"Oh, shut it!" Pietro groaned. "Don't try to fake us out now, you Brutus-boy. You invited her that one day and that's why she came!"
Lance shrugged helplessly. "She was hot. I've got hormones, doesn't everyone? Besides, I didn't think she'd actually come."
"Well you-" Pietro started to retort, but quickly slammed his mouth shut as he heard thundering footsteps on the stairs.
*And enter, the beast* he thought grimly.
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The newest member of the Brotherhood, also known as Tabitha, rolled her eyes at the ceiling and glared at her nails. She was bored out of her mind. Not to mention she really, REALLY hated her new home and her new roommates. Honestly, they had to be the stupidest people she had ever met in her entire life. Stupid, worthless little wannabe punk boys that were so incredibly hostile and unwelcome toward her. She tried to be perky and she tried to be nice. After all, she was only trying to add some flavor into their stupid little lives. Honestly, she almost felt sorry for them.
*I'd almost rather be with the X-men* she thought sullenly, picking at her nail polish. *At least they know how to treat their guests* She sighed loudly and flopped over on the bed. At least the room was nice. But it did get boring after holing up in there for close to three hours. And there was nothing else to do in the house. She couldn't even take a frickin' shower! Jesus, was she asking for too much? Just a little running water?
*I am normally a VERY tolerant person* She thought reasonably. *I can take what I get and I always make the best of it. But, goddammit, this is too much!*
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It was Monday afternoon and another day of school. Pietro Maximoff sat very bored in his Intro. To Business class, drumming his nails against the desk and sighing loudly. He normally liked this class a lot, there were always buckets of good looking cheerleaders throwing themselves at him, and it was always fun flirting with them. Even though they did get annoying after a while.
But today, he didn't know why, he was in an unusually bad mood. Perhaps it was the stupid, stupid blonde girl's presence in the classroom. She usually never irritated him; he hardly even noticed she was there. But today.......argh, today, why couldn't she just go away? Just seeing the back of her head made him mad. Why did she have to be so.....so.....stupid?
"And then, I was like, no way! That color is, like, so 1956!" He tore his eyes from Tabitha and attempted to pay attention to the red haired girl beside him, Emily something or other.
"But, then, she was like, oh my God! This color is so not 1956! More like, 1988, and like, that's totally cool, you know what I mean?" Emily something or other burst into a fit of giggles and flipped her hair in his face, bombarding him with the incredibly strong stench of perfume.
He coughed slightly and forced a laugh. He had no idea what the hell was so funny. As a matter of fact, he didn't see any sort of joke whatsoever in what she had just said. This one was a bigger idiot than the rest of them. But he plastered a pasty smile on his face just the same and pretended to turn his gaze back to the teacher, who was rambling about something completely unknown to the entire class.
He found his eyes slowly drifting back toward the blonde girl two rows ahead of him. She was staring out the window, her head propped on her hands and an irritated scowl resting on her face.
*Huh, so what's she so pissy about?* He thought sulkily, glaring at her back. For some reason, just seeing her mad made him mad. He had no idea why.
"Peety, honey, are you paying attention?" A ring-adorned hand tapped him lightly on the shoulder, and he turned around to find himself face to face with the brownish-colored way-too-glossy lips of Emily something or other.
"Oh, yeah," he muttered. "Listen, Em, I've got a huge headache so could you let me alone for a little while?" He hoped desperately that she would get the message that she was supposed to shut up.
Unfortunately, she wasn't very smart. "Oh, no, Peety sweetie! Are you ok? Oh my God, let me take you down to the nurse!" Before he could protest, she called out, "excuse me? Like, Pietro here is soooo incredibly sick. He like, absolutely has to go down to the nurse! You don't, like, understand!" She turned sorrowful eyes to the teacher, then grabbed Pietro and hugged him tightly to her chest. "Are you ok, honey?"
*Aside from your silicon boobs being in my face, all's well* He thought broodingly. Not that he would usually mind being pressed up against some girl's boobs. But at the moment, he really wasn't in the mood. Not to mention she smelled like shit.
"Mr. Maximoff looks all right to me," the teacher said frostily. Apparently, he was watching the whole hugging scene with utmost disapproval on his face. At least that's what Pietro could see from his face being squashed against Emily's sweater.
"Oh my God! You have to let him!" The ditz squealed indignantly. "This is like, child abuse! I am so gonna report you! You, like, can't stop us from going!"
"Emily, relax," Pietro said, alarmed, and pulled himself away from her. "I think I'll live."
"Are you sure, Peety?" Emily asked, her foundation-loaded face crinkled in worry.
"Yeah." He turned away, irritated. Jesus, the girl was stupid.
He immediately noticed that Tabitha was turned in her chair and she was staring at him with revulsion written upon her face. He felt his temper flare up. God, WHY was she so annoying?!?!
"Got a problem, Tabby?" He demanded loudly, dragging out her name.
She glowered at him but didn't say anything, and whirled back around in her chair, her arms crossed across her chest. Pietro settled back in his chair, too, a feeling of odd pleasure taking over his senses. He had no idea why.
*God, do I need a life* He thought sadly.
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BAM! The locker door flew back open. It was the end of the day, and Tabitha Smith was very, very angry. She had never been so angry in her entire life. In fact, she could hardly remember a time that she had been angry at all. For what reason, she did not know the cause of her anger. It couldn't possibly be because of what Pietro had said to her during class. He hadn't even said anything bad. Just annoying.
*So WHY, exactly, am I so mad?* She thought furiously, slamming her locker shut again. It flew open, again. *Ok, so Pietro is a cocky-ass baggage of shit. Aren't all my roommates? WHY do I frickin' hate him so much?*
"Argh!" She verbalized. Some people stopped in the hallways to frown at her.
*Ok, so he obviously hates you a lot more than the other three do* She thought reasonably, ignoring the skeptical people watching her. *And you hate him more than you hate the other three. But.....no need for this sort of....pissiness. He isn't even that bad! WHY do I hate him?!?!* She slammed her locker with her fist for no apparent reason and tore off down the hallway, not too sure where she was going.
*Where are you going, stupid?* She thought as she found herself in the deserted upstairs C-wing. *Heading back down now....* She started to head back down the stairs, but a familiar head of bright white hair caught her eye and she paused. *Not him! What is he doing here?*
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*Not her! What is she doing here?* Pietro thought angrily. *Isn't it enough that she lives with me? Why won't she just stay away during school hours?* He glared in her general direction, and noticed that she was glaring in his general direction, too.
"What're you staring at, Blondie?" He demanded rudely, scowling at her. She stared at him with loathing written all over her face and walked over.
"You know what? You are such, an ass!" She said, then realized how incredibly random that had just been. *Oh well, he is an ass.*
"That hurt," he sneered, turning around so he was face to face with her. "And I, in turn, will call you a bitch." *Haha! Take that!*
"Oh my God. You don't understand how much I want to hurt you right now," Tabitha said, her voice shaking. She took a step closer.
"I've wanted to hurt you since you set foot in this house," Pietro replied smugly, and he in turn took a step closer so the two were toe to toe.
"I hate you!"
"I hate you!"
"I wish you would die or something!"
"At least I wouldn't have to look at your ugly face if I died!"
*Ok, I sound like a little kid,* they both thought, alarmed.
"You know what, leave me alone!" Tabitha shrieked. "Stop following me around-"
"I'm following you? Ha! You're the one that came up here-"
"You- God I hate you!"
"Go die or something!"
For a moment the two stood, toe to toe, glaring each other down, faces bright red with fury.
*Urgh, I wish he'd go to hell,* Tabitha thought, glowering into the angry boy's eyes.
*I hate that little bitch* Pietro thought, scowling into the angry girl's eyes.
Both of them looked up to feel the other's lips upon their own.
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