"So," Kitty spat out sarcastically, "did you have fun with your new boyfriend, Princess?!"
She was so surprised, that she literally stumbled back a couple of feet, and would have fallen straight on her behind had she not been wearing flat-heeled tennis shoes.
"How...how did you know?" she finally choked out in a strangled voice, while mentally shooting down the idea to just turn on her heels and run away from the furious freshman.
"'Gee, I don't know," Kitty replied sarcastically. "Hmm, let me think, could it have anything to do with the fact that Pietro couldn't wait to throw it in my face?!"
A confused expression lit up the other girl's face upon hearing the last part of Kitty's sentence. Pietro? What could he possibly have on her and Lance...? Her heart sank, as she remembered the two 'girls'--Patricia and Tori--from the wrestling arena. Patricia and Tori indeed, she thought to herself bitterly, as she realized that they had simply been Pietro and his buddy Todd in drag...erm, disguise. A sudden thought crossed her mind, as inwardly her brain screamed, Oh, my God, Pietro shaves his legs!, remembering the sleek legs to die for that the platinum-haired 'Patricia' had proudly sported. Oh, my God, Pietro shaves his legs! she repeated silently to herself, as she grunted under her breath, "Hn, should have known that." Hmm, I wonder what type of blade he uses...her mind began to wander off.
"Ahem," Kitty's pointed voice brought her back to reality, and she turned around to face her undoubtedly soon-to-be-ex-friend, who raised an eyebrow and commented snidely, "I'm sorry, is this too boring for you? Are you so used to confrontations like these because you steal other people's boyfriends on a daily basis?"
At this remark, the other girl let out an indignant huff, as she pointed out in a clipped tone, "Might I remind you that you and Lance were on a break?!"
"Well, well, well, somebody's been watching a bit too much Friends lately, now hasn't she?" Kitty retorted. The other girl's eyebrows nearly flew off her head, offended.
"Are you suggesting that I...that I just seduce guys into sleeping with me right after they've broken up with a complete and total airhead?!" she snapped, furious.
"Look who's talking, you...you...you filthy, dirty, disgusting, skanky, brutal, bottom-feeding, trashbag ho!" Kitty, who couldn't come up with a better insult herself, decided to steal one from Chris Jericho (she'd remembered the particular insult from the one time when she'd agreed to watch wrestling with Lance).
"WHAT?" the other girl hollered in outrage, unwittingly quoting Stone Cold Steve Austin and Lance's favorite pro wrestler. Apparently, Lance was the center of their argument to the last detail, to the point where the two girls were even basing their insults around him.

At that moment, Scott and Kurt walked down the stairs to get a late night snack, but promptly stopped mid-way upon hearing Kitty snipe, "Well, at least I'm not the one who hangs up some Creed poster in her room just to drool over a shirtless Scott Stapp!" Intrigued, and perhaps just a little bit intimidated, the two boys decided to stay planted where they were and watch, awaiting the impending catfight that was soon to occur, sooner or later (Kurt was showing signs of curious eagerness at the prospect of a catfight, Scott was just relieved that Kitty had said the last name Stapp after 'shirtless' and 'Scott').
"No, you're just the one who kisses very bad headshots of J.C. and Justin good-night, each and every night, right before you go to bed!" the other girl retorted, shoving Kitty with one hand. Kitty huffed, furious, and snarled back, "Well, at least I didn't cry my eyes out when the radio started playing With Arms Wide Open for the gazillionth time!" while shoving her former friend right back.
"Yeah, well at least I didn't cry my eyes out while MTV was playing that ridiculous Bye Bye Bye video for the fiftieth time in ten minutes!" the other girl snapped, returning the freshman's favor but much harder and with both hands now, sending Kitty sprawling backwards and nearly crashing into a nearby sofa. Kitty, after regaining her balance, hopped up, and shrieked, "You take that back!" before dealing a hard slap on her opponent, right on the cheek. The thunderous sound resounded throughought the living room, and watching upstairs, Kurt cringed and was secretly relieved that Kitty had flatly turned him down each and every time he'd tried the latest pick-up line on her. The other girl staggered a bit, then sprung up, face flaming scarlet both from fury and from the blow that had landed squarely on her cheek.
"Why you...!" And she slapped Kitty right back.

Slap! Slap! Those seemed to be the magic sounds, as they promptly unleashed a full force catfight, with an outraged and red-cheeked Kitty spearing her ex-friend to the ground and attempting to wring her neck like a wet towel while repeatedly banging the hapless girl's head against the polished redwood floor. The other girl managed to turn the tables, kicking Kitty's knees out and more than happy to return the favor. Meanwhile, the manly and fearless leader of the X-Men, Scott Summers and his happy-go-lucky sidekick, Kurt Wagner, stood frozen in their spots on the staircase, watching with eyes wide open and mouths agape.
"Gee, catfights aren't that fun to watch when you're up close," Kurt muttered, as Kitty tried to choke the daylights out of her opponent with her own hair.
"Hn," Scott grunted intelligently, not knowing what else to do. After a while, Kurt spoke up, nearly shouting to be heard amidst the shrieking and screeching.
"Erm...shouldn't you be stopping them?" he asked uncertainly, staring with round gold eyes at his leader. Scott reddened, before mumbling something incomprehensible under his breath.
"What? What did you say, I couldn't hear you!" Kurt raised his voice a notch, flinching at the sound of a thunderous slap being dealt.
"Why don't you stop them?" Scott retorted, taking the spotlight away from him. Kurt coughed. He cleared his throat. He poked his foot around the floor, seemingly fascinated by the polished rosewood. After a good five minutes of fidgeting, he finally grunted out sulkily, "Yah, well, I am man enough to admit that I'm too scared of getting my butt handed to me on a silver platter by two gorgeous yet extremely dangerous ladies."
"Hn," Scott grunted, and inwardly agreed rather reluctantly with Kurt's words, deeming it un-leaderly to admit he was scared of two girls who seemed to think that hair-tossing and slapping was the best way to settle an argument.
"Well, we both agree that we should at least do something to stop this," he finally spoke up. Kurt watched the catfight raging full-force below, and nodded.
"Right," he agreed. "Someone should stop those two. Only problem is, I don't think there's anyone brave enough in this house to willingly step amidst the catfight..."

At that moment, Bobby Drake, looking enviably relaxed in his white-and-blue hockey jersey and contentedly munching on a fresh red apple, appeared at the head of the stairs.
"Hey, guys," the new recruit called out cheerfully, a big, sunny smile lighting up his face, obviously unaware of the carnage below. He added cheerfully, "Just going downstairs for some milk!"
Kurt and Scott exchanged meaningful looks and grunts, before simultaneously nodding and turning around, eyeing Bobby with frightening, intense looks on their faces. Bobby began to look nervous, as he warily backed away from the two older recruits and their bizarre expressions.
"Um...what are you going to do...buddies?" the poor kid asked nervously.

"Ready? One, two, three!"
And with that, Scott and Kurt, who'd picked up Bobby and was aiming him like a battering ram, promptly threw the hapless X-kid right down the stairs and into the midst of tangled limbs and mussed hair.
"Aaaah!"
Even Scott and Kurt had to cringe at the heartbreaking--albeit far too girly--scream that came before a solid thud. The girls, meanwhile, reacted as though they hadn't even noticed that a boy had just landed amidst them, and the catfight ensued. Scott and Kurt watched on in dismay, noting that Bobby's manly presence had failed to stop all the hair-pulling and mad shrieking. If anything, he seemed to contribute to most of the shrill screeching himself.
"Ow! Hey! Don't do that, that's my favorite jersey! Hey, what the...! Okay, okay, not the hair, anything but the hair...Yeowch! Who knew girls could punch? No, no, not that way! Okay, I think that last slap was unnecessary...Eep! Not there! No, not there! Anywhere but there! My hair! Ow! Hey, cut that out...!"
Finally, in a feeble attempt to stop the madness, poor Bobby curled himself up into a tiny ball and coated a solid layer of ice around himself, freezing out the slapping and hair-tossing.
"Don't freeze yourself, you idiot, freeze them!" Scott and Kurt barked in unison. Bobby huffily unfroze himself, and muttered, "I just can't do anything to please you, now can I?" while grudgingly complying with the older recruits' orders, as he stretched out both hands and gently touched the floor.

Apparently, ice was the only thing that could help the two girls chill out. Or maybe it was just simply the fact that it would be kind of difficult to carry on a catfight when both combatants were frozen to the floor from the knee down.
"Hey!"
"What the...!"
Bobby unfroze himself and stood back, admiring his work, then eeped and stepped out of the way as the two girls glared daggers at him. Meanwhile, the manly Scott and Kurt had very bravely stepped out from their hiding place, now that both girls were firmly frozen to the floor.
"So, uh...either one of you care to explain why you were trying to kill each other down there?" Scott, having taken the duty upon himself as the leader, spoke up hesitantly. Kitty struggled to free herself from her icy bonds, then gave up when Bobby's handiwork refused to crack even an inch, and tossed a death glare in her former friend's direction.
"Why don't you ask her?" she spat out nastily. "She's the one running around stealing other people's boyfriends!"
The other girl let out an indignant huff.
"For your information, you plainly told me yourself that you and Lance were history!" she pointed out in a clipped tone. "Or are you just turning from an ex-girlfriend into an obsessive mother because your own love life's so pathetic?"
"Oh, look who's talking!" Kitty snarled. "You're the one who's been secretly mooning over someone else's boyfriend while making a shrine out to some rock star!"
"First of all, a few posters does not count as a shrine, and second of all, if you and Lance were so much in love, how come you were always kissing those boy band posters?" her ex-friend hurled back acidly.
"Oh, you were always a jealous old hag of me and Lance...!" Kitty began to shrill, at the same time that the other girl started shrieking, "You're just a pathetic, flat-chested brat who's got nothing better to do than kiss stupid posters...!"
Kurt and Scott held their hands over their ears as the noise level in the room increased dramatically--yet once again--while glaring accusingly over in Bobby's direction and growling in one voice, "Can't you just freeze the upper half as well?"
Bobby shrugged helplessly, both hands firmly clamped over his ears as well.
"Not unless you want them both to get hypothermia," he shouted back, struggling to be heard above the shrilly screeched insults that were flying back and forth.

"What is going on in here?"
The stern, obviously adult female voice seemed to turn on the Off switch of the noise level, as both girls topped their shouting match and fell into guilty silence while the bravely cowering boys stopped their whimpering, already knowing who had spoken but still looking over in the voice's direction anyway. Ororo Monroe, a.k.a. Storm, swept the chaos with a disapproving look in her blue eyes. Next to her was Professor Xavier, quietly sitting in his wheelchair and wearing an obviously disappointed frown on his face, having already found out what the trouble was all about. Ororo, meanwhile, looked from one guilty face to the other, and patiently repeated her words.
"I'll ask you once again," she began, softly but firmly. "What is going on in here?"


Well, as promised, here's the latest installment of my ongoing ficcie. Sorry it took me a bit longer than expected to update, you see, I spent two days watching the tape of the live kickoff to the Creed concert (mmm...Scott Stapp in leather pants *switches to smitten schoolgirl mode*), and then when I was ready to wear down my keyboard, I found out I had to write a stupid paper for Spanish! Yecch! Oh, well, at least I finally updated, albeit a bit later than I promised. Forgive me? Pwetty pwease? -_-