Stupid life. Nothing was going right. He hated when things didn't go his way. It just figured. Life had chosen now of times to backfire. He wanted to blame somebody... but who? Scott? Nah, this wasn't his fault. Allana? What had she done... oh yeah made a bet with him... guess he couldn't blame her for that. Rogue? He laughed... yeah right. Him? Did he ever blame himself? What exactly had happened that morning anyway? He turned over in his bed to stare at the ceiling. It began to fade as he heard Allana's voice. (Flashback)
"Peitro, you want Rogue."
"What makes you think that?" He sat beside her again, ignoring Dante, who usually sat beside her.
"The way you look at her." She grinned knowingly.
He turned away from her. He didn't like the way she could read him. "I don't look at her in any special way."
"Bull. The funny thing is... is that you can't have her. And it drives you crazy."
He cringed. This wasn't fair; she had him cornered. "I could get her if I wanted.
"I bet not." He looked at her again. Her expression was as usual joking, but behind her green eyes was a fierceness he'd never seen before.
She was challenging him... she obviously didn't know who he was, "Sounds like a ~challenge~." He grinned.
"Uh oh." He turned back to see Dante sitting in Peitro's normal seat. "Don't get him started." The guy warned.
Peitro shot Dante a glare that could probably be interpreted as "Shut up... let her see for herself." He didn't care if the stupid fish boy had it bad for Allana or if he was Peitro's teammate... he was not going to mess with Peitro.
"Don't worry about it, Dante, Maximoff ain't gonna win anyway." He heard her say. He whipped around to face her. She continued to grin. He narrowed his eyes.
"I don't lose."
"Really now? I bet that Rogue wouldn't want you."
Peitro heard Dante groan in the background, but his focus was on Allana. "I bet she would.
"So it's a deal then?"
He didn't say anything for a long time. "Deal." Sucker he thought.
The scene faded and Peitro was back in his bedroom staring at his ceiling. He had been stupid for taking the bet, after what happened with Rogue for sure wouldn't want him. He'd just call Allana and tell her that the bet was off. Hopefully Rogue wouldn't answer. That was the last thing he needed. He made himself get up out of the bed and into the hall. It was only 7:00 by his watch.
He found the phone and slowly dialed the number. All the while cursing the life and its stupid curve balls.
"Hello?" A voice he knew all too well answered.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself not to say anything against the person on the phone. "Daniels, can I talk to Allana?"
"Maximoff?" He could see Evan's surprised face and it almost pleased him.
Duh just put her on the phone. "Yeah, Evan. Can I talk to Allana?" He repeated.
"Um... hold on a second." He heard Evan put down the phone.
What was he going to say? Oh, sorry, because we really messed up I cannot participate in this bet anymore. Real smooth.
He could hear muffled voices. A few minutes later a groggy Allana answered the phone. "Hello?"
"What's the matter?" He couldn't hide the concern in his voice.
"Nothing... don't worry about me. What's up?"
"Um... I called to..." Why had he called again?
"You didn't call to wimp out, did you?" Even tired and over the phone she could read him.
He sighed, "Sort of."
"Peitro Maximoff, I'm surprised at you. You're going to let a little set back get the best of you?" He hardened his grip on the phone.
"No." He said flatly though he wanted to scream yes.
"Good." She yawned.
"Are you sure your okay?"
"I told you not to worry about me! If I were you, I'd be more concerned about Rogue." She had a point. It would take a miracle to him back on Rogue's good side. The sooner he did though, the better his chances.
"I'm coming over tomorrow."
"Okay." She sighed.
"Bye."
"Later."
He hung up the phone. What had just happened? He groaned. Allana had done it again. Oh, well. What did he do about Rogue? Now this was going to be a challenge. But he was Peitro Maximoff... he lived for challenges. He sighed again. Right now, he realized, he was also living for Rogue. When had the gothic girl gotten to him? When you weren't looking she somehow got into your heart, his mind soothed.
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Hehe... J.C. Thomas here. Guess we know about the bet right? What do you think Peitro's planning to do about Rogue? Do you think Scott's going to get in the way... too bad I'm not going to make this an easy ride... Later
To my reviewers... THANK YOU for supporting me thus far... I am internally grateful... it's because of you guys that I keep this up. If not for the sheer fact that some of you would kill me if I didn't finish this I probably wouldn't have... hehe... love y'all.
"Peitro, you want Rogue."
"What makes you think that?" He sat beside her again, ignoring Dante, who usually sat beside her.
"The way you look at her." She grinned knowingly.
He turned away from her. He didn't like the way she could read him. "I don't look at her in any special way."
"Bull. The funny thing is... is that you can't have her. And it drives you crazy."
He cringed. This wasn't fair; she had him cornered. "I could get her if I wanted.
"I bet not." He looked at her again. Her expression was as usual joking, but behind her green eyes was a fierceness he'd never seen before.
She was challenging him... she obviously didn't know who he was, "Sounds like a ~challenge~." He grinned.
"Uh oh." He turned back to see Dante sitting in Peitro's normal seat. "Don't get him started." The guy warned.
Peitro shot Dante a glare that could probably be interpreted as "Shut up... let her see for herself." He didn't care if the stupid fish boy had it bad for Allana or if he was Peitro's teammate... he was not going to mess with Peitro.
"Don't worry about it, Dante, Maximoff ain't gonna win anyway." He heard her say. He whipped around to face her. She continued to grin. He narrowed his eyes.
"I don't lose."
"Really now? I bet that Rogue wouldn't want you."
Peitro heard Dante groan in the background, but his focus was on Allana. "I bet she would.
"So it's a deal then?"
He didn't say anything for a long time. "Deal." Sucker he thought.
The scene faded and Peitro was back in his bedroom staring at his ceiling. He had been stupid for taking the bet, after what happened with Rogue for sure wouldn't want him. He'd just call Allana and tell her that the bet was off. Hopefully Rogue wouldn't answer. That was the last thing he needed. He made himself get up out of the bed and into the hall. It was only 7:00 by his watch.
He found the phone and slowly dialed the number. All the while cursing the life and its stupid curve balls.
"Hello?" A voice he knew all too well answered.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself not to say anything against the person on the phone. "Daniels, can I talk to Allana?"
"Maximoff?" He could see Evan's surprised face and it almost pleased him.
Duh just put her on the phone. "Yeah, Evan. Can I talk to Allana?" He repeated.
"Um... hold on a second." He heard Evan put down the phone.
What was he going to say? Oh, sorry, because we really messed up I cannot participate in this bet anymore. Real smooth.
He could hear muffled voices. A few minutes later a groggy Allana answered the phone. "Hello?"
"What's the matter?" He couldn't hide the concern in his voice.
"Nothing... don't worry about me. What's up?"
"Um... I called to..." Why had he called again?
"You didn't call to wimp out, did you?" Even tired and over the phone she could read him.
He sighed, "Sort of."
"Peitro Maximoff, I'm surprised at you. You're going to let a little set back get the best of you?" He hardened his grip on the phone.
"No." He said flatly though he wanted to scream yes.
"Good." She yawned.
"Are you sure your okay?"
"I told you not to worry about me! If I were you, I'd be more concerned about Rogue." She had a point. It would take a miracle to him back on Rogue's good side. The sooner he did though, the better his chances.
"I'm coming over tomorrow."
"Okay." She sighed.
"Bye."
"Later."
He hung up the phone. What had just happened? He groaned. Allana had done it again. Oh, well. What did he do about Rogue? Now this was going to be a challenge. But he was Peitro Maximoff... he lived for challenges. He sighed again. Right now, he realized, he was also living for Rogue. When had the gothic girl gotten to him? When you weren't looking she somehow got into your heart, his mind soothed.
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Hehe... J.C. Thomas here. Guess we know about the bet right? What do you think Peitro's planning to do about Rogue? Do you think Scott's going to get in the way... too bad I'm not going to make this an easy ride... Later
To my reviewers... THANK YOU for supporting me thus far... I am internally grateful... it's because of you guys that I keep this up. If not for the sheer fact that some of you would kill me if I didn't finish this I probably wouldn't have... hehe... love y'all.