*Hey! Ok, I realize the chapter title is frighteningly lame. I just had a sudden desire to stick "dude" in. Dunno why. Any who, Pietro and Tabitha have a bitch fight, Lance gets very angry, and Todd is viciously antagonized and attacked. Sounds exciting, huh? By the way, I was hoping to keep the F word out of this ficcie, but um no can do! I like to cuss! And cuss! And cuss some more! So...sorry. R/r, people!

Chapter 3
Tabitha had no idea what came over her. One second, she was wishing Pietro a happy death, and the next....she was making out with him? Totally incomprehensible. But yet....it was happening, and she made no effort to pull away from the white-haired boy's burning lips. He was kissing her with fierce desire; hot lips pressed against her own as they fell apart and came together again for another kiss. She was overcome with a strange sultry rush, and she shoved him against the lockers, completely subdued by lust.
Meanwhile, Pietro was telling himself how sick and wrong this was. This was Tabitha! The loathed Tabitha! The one he wanted to severely damage! And yet, here he was, his body pressed against hers as they kissed with inexplicable emotion.
It took a minute for the two to realize what the HELL they were doing. Both teenagers stepped - no, leaped - back in shock and stared at the other with angry expressions.
"You - what the hell did you DO?" Pietro shouted, his normally pale face an interesting shade of purple. "You - you sicko!"
"I can't believe you jumped on me like that!" Tabitha was yelling at the same time. "My God, you pervert! You're disgusting!"
"I jumped on YOU? Like I would ever! I couldn't even move out of the way fast enough the way you attacked me!"
"You - you're twisting this whole thing around! I can't believe you fucking KISSED me! Who do you think you are?!"
"I - ARGH!!! I am merely the victim, here! Geez - you're so disgusting!" Pietro hurriedly wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "Don't ever touch me again! Damn that was nasty! You're the most disgusting girl that's ever jumped me in my entire life!"
"You - you--" Tabitha sputtered, her face purpling with rage. "I'M disgusting?! YOU'RE disgusting! You're possibly the worst kisser I've ever kissed - er, that's ever kissed me! In fact, you are!"
"So you admit that you kissed me first?"
"What?! You little dipshit pervert! Just because you can't get a girl any other way, YOU have to go and fucking ATTACK them! Then go claim that they kissed you first!"
"Cuzyoudid!" Pietro shouted.
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did NOT!"
"Did TOO!"
*God he's so immature! Why can't he just admit that he wants me?* Tabitha thought, annoyed.
*She needs a massive life! Watch, she's gonna try and kiss me again* Pietro was thinking simultaneously.
"You know what? I am so not putting up with this - this - stupid shit anymore! I'm so out of here!" Tabitha yelled angrily, kicking the ground.
"You do that!" Pietro retorted. "And try not to MAIM me next time you see me, if you don't mind. I don't go that way."
Tabitha turned on her heel and glowered at him. "What the HELL is that supposed to mean?" She demanded.
Pietro smiled innocently. "Meaning, Idon'tgofortrashyslashignorantslashstupidslashannoyingslashuglyslashjustplainworthlessgirls! Take your pick!"
Tabitha narrowed her eyes. "I'm not ugly!"
"So you think," Pietro replied, glad that he'd struck a nerve.
The girl looked like she was about to explode. "You know what - argh! I hate you so much! I hate you behind words! I hate you more than the devil! I hate you more than - than -" She sputtered, trying to think of something she hated more than him.
"Me?" Pietro suggested graciously.
"YES! ARGH!! GO TO HELL, DAMMIT! DON'T EVER TALK TO ME AGAIN! YOU'RE EGOTISTICAL, SELF-CENTERED, AND AN UGLY BASTARD! SO THERE!!"
Pietro rose up indignantly. "Who're you calling ugly, ugly?"
"You, ugly!"
"What? I don't see cheerleaders flocking you every morning!"
"That's because they all have bad taste!" Tabitha screamed. She pointlessly kicked him in the shin.
"Ow! Stupid bitch!" Color was returning to Pietro's calmed face and he wore an angry expression indeed. "You-" He reached forward and pulled the teenage girl's hair.
"OW! Don't you know how to treat a girl?" Tabitha reacted by kneeing him where it hurt most.
"FUCK - SHIT - DAMN! Bitch, get back here!" Pietro started hobbling down the hall after the blonde haired girl, who had taken off down the hall after severely hurting the young boy.
"HA! You wish!" Was Tabitha's only reply.

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"Man! Where the frig is he?" Todd Tolensky cried in a frustrated voice, slamming a fist into the dashboard.
"Does he know we're supposed to meet here at the end of the day?" Fred asked reasonably from the backseat.
Todd rolled his eyes. "No! We've only been doing it for the past year!"
"So? People can forget sometimes. I almost did last week."
"Yes, because that's YOU, Fred. Pietro, on the other hand, never forgets. I can guarantee it." The younger boy strained his neck impatiently, scanning the steadily emptying parking lot for his white haired friend. "Where could he go, yo? There's only so many places in this stupid ol' school..."
"We could just leave without him," Fred suggested philosophically.
"No - well, actually....yeah! Yo Lance, why don't we just leave?"
The dark-haired boy shook his head. "Let's just wait a little longer. Maybe he had to get something."
"That usually takes forty minutes, huh Lancey?" The younger boy said sarcastically.
"Yeah - huh?! Shut up, Todd!" The older boy half-heartedly swatted his scowling friend in the face.
"Ow! Yo! That was totally uncalled for!"
"HEY! What the hell are you doing, Bug Boy?!"
"THAT was for my face, yo, and THIS is for - ahh!"
"Take that! Now enough-"
"Haha! You - holy shit! That hurt, yo!"
"GUYS!"
The two squabbling boys turned in surprise from their little wrestling match to gape at Fred in the backseat, who was looking distinctly annoyed and amused.
"You're both stupid and mentally dysfunctional," he announced.
"Thanks, yo! Same goes for you, man," Todd replied, flashing the other a dazzling smile.
"That was scary."
"Aw, shaddup. When was the last time YOU flashed anyone your pearlies, Lancey-boy?"
"You didn't even have pearlies to begin with-"
"And you don't either!"
"You've never seen 'em so you wouldn't know."
"And I don't wanna!"
"OKAY! Why don't we all do the impossible and actually go and look for Pietro?" Fred demanded haggardly.
The other two looked horrified. "But - that's just wrong -" they both sputtered.
"Um....why?"
"Because! It is. Let's just wait here," Lance said.
"Yeah, besides, what if we run into Tabitha or somethin', yo? She'll want to ride in the car with us..." Todd shuddered at the thought.
"Hey, I wonder where that girl is, anyway?" Lance said thoughtfully, tapping his chin. "I told her to meet us out here after school."
"You actually INVITED her to ride home with us?" Fred demanded incredulously. "What are you, stupid? That's just sick and wrong!"
"Ok, ok," Lance said, alarmed. "I dunno. I just thought since she's part of the Brotherhood now we may as well start treating her normal...."
"Even though we all hate her, yo!" Todd finished. "Damn, Lance! You can't treat her normal! Then she'll think we actually want us to stay or somethin'!"
The older boy rolled his eyes. "She knows perfectly well we don't like her. And she doesn't like us either."
"So why doesn't she just go away?"
Lance threw up his hands. "I don't know! Do I look like a mind reader to you?"
"Definitely not, yo," Todd said in a slightly perturbed tone.
"Are we just gonna sit here and argue all day?" Fred demanded.
"We're just waiting for Pietro!"
"Obviously he's not coming!"
"No shit, Sherlock, when did you figure that out?"
"So why are we still here?"
"Not too sure." The shaggy haired boy turned to Lance. "Let's get outta here, yo! Being stuck here with you two must be getting to my head."
"Lance, Todd, Fred. What are you doing here?" The three bickering boys looked up in surprise to the reproachful stare of none other than Scott Summers, who was standing outside Lance's open window. Kitty and Kurt were closely in tow.
"Nothing! What are you doing?" Lance immediately sneered at his arch enemy.
"That, would be none of your business," the auburn haired boy replied in a dignified voice, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Then what we're doing is none o' yours." Lance scowled.
"Those three are obviously up to something," Scott said decidedly as if they weren't even there. Kurt and Kitty nodded in agreement.
"What? What the hell, Summers! Is it a crime to sit in a damn car?"
"When it's you three, yeah."
"You think we're planning to blow up the school or something?" Lance shouted, outraged. Todd was worried for the boy. He looked pretty stressed.
"Yo, man, it's all cool," he said cautiously, patting his friend on the shoulder.
"You know what? I can't take this shit anymore. I'm outta here." Lance swung open the car door with some emotion, making the X-men jump aside to avoid being knocked down. He got out of the car and started heading up to the school.
"Um....yo?" Todd asked questioningly, watching his friend's retreating back.
"Hey, let's follow him," Fred urged, getting out of the car himself.
"What are you doing?" Scott demanded, stepping in front of Todd's door so he couldn't escape.
"Um...leaving?" The shaggy haired shrugged. He tried to push open the car door. "Yo! What're YOU doing? Let me out, goddammit!"
"Not until you tell me what Lance is up to," Scott shook his head firmly and anchored his body right up against the car door. "X-men, don't let him get away." He nodded for the other two to block the other doors.
"FREDDY! A little help, here!" Todd hollered, wondering where the heck the large boy had gone. He was nowhere in sight. "Argh!" He uselessly slammed himself into the door. "Ow! Shit! Stupid bastard! Get! Out! Of! Here! Yo!" He crashed against the door so hard that Scott was toppled off balance, the door swung open, Scott fell to the concrete, Todd came tumbling out of the car, and.....
"Ow! You stupid pervert! Get off of me!" The shaggy haired boy was for some reason pinned under Scott and not the other way around. "Let go a'me!" He struggled uselessly against the other boy's vise like grip.
"What's so important that you're so desperate to leave?" Scott wondered wisely, ignoring the younger boy's cursing and ranting and raving.
"You - stupid - homo!" Todd gasped. "Friggin - get - off - now or you'll pay, yo!"
"Really," Scott humored the shaggy-haired boy.
"Just - because - you can't get chicks, yo!" Todd wheezed. "Doesn't mean - you can start hittin' - on me! Cuz I don't go that way -"
"Er....am I interrupting something?" The two squabbling boys looked up into the bemused face of Fred. He had a look of deep concern in his eyes. "Um....Todd, is there something you want to tell us?"
"Tell you? What! Hell no, yo! This sicko just decided to pounce on me!" The younger boy cried, looking utterly terrified.
Fred looked at Scott than back at Todd again than back at Scott. After a moments pondering, he unceremoniously plucked the auburn haired boy up and casually tossed him aside.
"Hey!" Scott protested before being dropped in a messy heap on top of the car.
"Are you ok?" Fred asked Todd cautiously, staring at the crumpled boy on the concrete.
"Just peachy," Todd grumbled. He painstakingly sat up and rubbed his chest. "I think Cyke over there cracked a rib or two."
"You're all right," Fred shrugged. "Get up and let's go find Lance. Or Pietro." He offered a helping hand toward the younger boy, who merely scowled.
"That's all I get, yo! The guy wrestled me to the ground and was SITTING on me, goddammit, and all you can say is you're all right?! How about a 'poor, poor Todd' or 'I hate Summers'! Some friend I have!" Todd pouted and crossed his arms across his chest.
"Sorry, Todd," Fred said resignedly. "Poor, poor Todd! I hate Summers! How's that?"
"It sucks," the younger boy said firmly.
Fred sighed and rolled his eyes. "Listen, are you gonna sit there all day? Cuz if you are then I'm going up to the school without you."
"Ok, ok, I'm up," Todd sulked, standing up dramatically and groaning as he did so. "Geez, I'm in pain, yo. Maybe if SUMMERS the fat ass hadn't SAT on me....Yo! Stop it!" He struggled uselessly against the meaty hand clamped over his arm. His large friend was dragging him up to the school. "Stop it, Fred! I can walk, you know! Let go, yo! EURGH! WHY IS EVERYONE SO DAMN MEAN TO MEEEEEEE!!!!" His voice held a desperate note to it as he was hauled into the school. Meanwhile, back outside, a very peeved Scott Summers and two perplexed mutants sat on Lance's car.
"X-men, suit up," Scott said finally after a minute's silence. "This is gonna be rough."

************END OF CHAPTER 3******

*Enjoy? Chapter 4 will be out in...a week? Two weeks? Three weeks? Four? Five? Six? A year? A millenium? Never? Er...as you can see, I'm demented. I'm unusually hyper. That's why this chapter is so screwy! REVIEW, DAMMIT!