A/N:
just mosying along here... got it almost finished on looseleaf but i still gotta type it all up... ah well, at least grade 11 math class is good for something. :) I sit waaay in the back corner and write the entire class. It's perfect. It's a pretty easy, yet boring, class.... woah, off topic... anyhoo, enjoy the third instalment. :)
All Because of Valentine's
Part Three
Pietro made his way clumsily down the hallway; his head down. He felt a dull ache in his foot, which was presently stationed in a cast. He felt embarrassed with the irony of it all. Pietro Maximoff, speed demon extrordinaire... in a cast and crutches. Nuts. No more running... no more basketball... Everything went by slow. Excrutiatingly slow.
He groaned inwardly as he saw Evan Daniels coming towards him.
"Oh shit," Pietro frowned, "Oh please no... Evan can't see me like this... I'm so... so... imperfect!" Pietro felt like crying, but refused himself that luxury. "I... I feel so... so weak..." Pietro closed his eyes, silently wishing Evan away and cursing Lance for forcng him to come to school.
"Uh... Pietro?" Evan said, touching the boy's shoulder.
Pietro jumped at the light gesture and stumbled. He dropped his crutches and fell forwards.
Ung his relatively quick reflexes, Evan caught Pietro in his arms before Pietro hit the ground. He held Pietro in his arms for a short time, gazing into his eyes and ignorng the setled bruises on his jaw.
"Woah," Evan thought in awe, "Pietro has really beautiful eyes..." He shook his head, as if releaving himself from the thought, and, quickly recoving the crutches, pulled Pietro to his feet.
"Are you okay?" Evan asked. Pietro nodded slowly, eyes wide, "Good then. kept trying to talk to Lance and Todd ad Fred but nobody would tell me anything and was afriad you were dead or something but I'm happy nw cause I know you're alive and okay and I uh..." Evan stopped, blushing slightly as he relized that he was rambling.
"Uh.. uh... I'm okay..." Pietro replied, stunned at Evan's behavior.
"Um... What happened?"
Pietro's eyes cast downwards, "I was beat-up..." His voice was barely above a whisper.
Evan, after recovering from the initial shock, was surprisingly enraged. "Who did it?" Evan asked, eyes bazing.
Pietro just looked at him.
"WHO. DID. IT!" Evan repated in a yell, catching the sideways glances of more than a few passer-byers.
".....Wolverine....."
"Logan... why?"
"I...I don't know..."
"........."
"I should go to class..."
"I'll find out."
Pietro, although shocked at Evan's words, continued on to class.
Blinded by pure outrage and resentment, Evan strode purposefully twards the exit door, fully intending on skatebording back to the X-Mansion to give Logan a piece of his mind.
"Evan!" called a farmiliar voice from behind him, "Evan, like, wait-up!"
"What do you want, Kitty?" Evan asked, sighing.
"I, like, totally just saw Pietro," Kitty replied, "I.... I...." She collasped against Evan, bawlng into his neck and shoulder, "I have something to confess...."
"Confess? Why?" Evan asked, somewhat intrigued and overly confused.
"It's about Pietro..." Kitty replied, "I have to confess abot Pietro..."
"Pietro? Why? Why me? What about Pietro?"
"I have to confess to you... I have to..."
"Alright," Evan replied solemnly, "Aliright, what about Pietro do you need to tell me?"
A/N:
Dumm dumm dummm!!!
And the plot thickens..... So whaddya think?? Rules? Suks? Give up writing entirely?
just mosying along here... got it almost finished on looseleaf but i still gotta type it all up... ah well, at least grade 11 math class is good for something. :) I sit waaay in the back corner and write the entire class. It's perfect. It's a pretty easy, yet boring, class.... woah, off topic... anyhoo, enjoy the third instalment. :)
All Because of Valentine's
Part Three
Pietro made his way clumsily down the hallway; his head down. He felt a dull ache in his foot, which was presently stationed in a cast. He felt embarrassed with the irony of it all. Pietro Maximoff, speed demon extrordinaire... in a cast and crutches. Nuts. No more running... no more basketball... Everything went by slow. Excrutiatingly slow.
He groaned inwardly as he saw Evan Daniels coming towards him.
"Oh shit," Pietro frowned, "Oh please no... Evan can't see me like this... I'm so... so... imperfect!" Pietro felt like crying, but refused himself that luxury. "I... I feel so... so weak..." Pietro closed his eyes, silently wishing Evan away and cursing Lance for forcng him to come to school.
"Uh... Pietro?" Evan said, touching the boy's shoulder.
Pietro jumped at the light gesture and stumbled. He dropped his crutches and fell forwards.
Ung his relatively quick reflexes, Evan caught Pietro in his arms before Pietro hit the ground. He held Pietro in his arms for a short time, gazing into his eyes and ignorng the setled bruises on his jaw.
"Woah," Evan thought in awe, "Pietro has really beautiful eyes..." He shook his head, as if releaving himself from the thought, and, quickly recoving the crutches, pulled Pietro to his feet.
"Are you okay?" Evan asked. Pietro nodded slowly, eyes wide, "Good then. kept trying to talk to Lance and Todd ad Fred but nobody would tell me anything and was afriad you were dead or something but I'm happy nw cause I know you're alive and okay and I uh..." Evan stopped, blushing slightly as he relized that he was rambling.
"Uh.. uh... I'm okay..." Pietro replied, stunned at Evan's behavior.
"Um... What happened?"
Pietro's eyes cast downwards, "I was beat-up..." His voice was barely above a whisper.
Evan, after recovering from the initial shock, was surprisingly enraged. "Who did it?" Evan asked, eyes bazing.
Pietro just looked at him.
"WHO. DID. IT!" Evan repated in a yell, catching the sideways glances of more than a few passer-byers.
".....Wolverine....."
"Logan... why?"
"I...I don't know..."
"........."
"I should go to class..."
"I'll find out."
Pietro, although shocked at Evan's words, continued on to class.
Blinded by pure outrage and resentment, Evan strode purposefully twards the exit door, fully intending on skatebording back to the X-Mansion to give Logan a piece of his mind.
"Evan!" called a farmiliar voice from behind him, "Evan, like, wait-up!"
"What do you want, Kitty?" Evan asked, sighing.
"I, like, totally just saw Pietro," Kitty replied, "I.... I...." She collasped against Evan, bawlng into his neck and shoulder, "I have something to confess...."
"Confess? Why?" Evan asked, somewhat intrigued and overly confused.
"It's about Pietro..." Kitty replied, "I have to confess abot Pietro..."
"Pietro? Why? Why me? What about Pietro?"
"I have to confess to you... I have to..."
"Alright," Evan replied solemnly, "Aliright, what about Pietro do you need to tell me?"
A/N:
Dumm dumm dummm!!!
And the plot thickens..... So whaddya think?? Rules? Suks? Give up writing entirely?