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? -_-
