AUTHOR"S NOTE: not much else to say except I would really appreciate it if you keep the reviews coming. Thanx to all of you who already did, your advice was really helpful! Just in case you haven't noticed, I'm changing the perspectives of the characters so you can see their views on what's happening in the story. Just to make it a little more interesting (hehe)….I know I keep switching off between kitty and rogue, but I promise to stick in jubilee and bobby's POV as well! Oh yeah, one last thing: I ahem, forgot to put in the disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters (damn!), I never will, so don't sue me because I'm broke! There….hehe, anyways enjoy!

Kitty gasped, feeling a telltale flush heat her cheeks as she stared unseeingly at Pietro standing at the doorway of the kitchen, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Great, Rogue left, and I'm stuck here to face the mother of all embarrassing situations, Kitty thought miserably.

"So…let me get this straight…you think I'm conceited, a flirt," Pietro began, breaking the awkward silence between them. "Oh, and let's not forget, I'm the world's most annoying person."

"Well, um….basically, yeah."

"That's always a great thing to hear, especially when it comes from a whiny Valley Girl," Pietro said stepping forward a little.

"Me, whiny?! Right, Mr. I-think-I'll-wake-up-the-whole-mansion- because-I-ran-out-of-hot-water!" Kitty shot back angrily.

"I was getting ready for a date, you remember what that's like, don't you?"

Kitty could practically feel the smoke coming from her ears. The nerve! There he goes again implying I can't get a date!, thought Kitty furiously.

"Yeah I remember! It's just that I have better things to do, unlike you who takes out a different airhead every night!" Kitty retaliated, throwing the dishrag on a nearby chair and stepping closer.

"Uh huh, right, the only airhead I see is right in front of me," Pietro said, smirking, his blue eyes glinting.

"You're so charming, Pietro, it's no wonder your so popular, and now we can add eavesdropping to your long list of delightful qualities," Kitty said sarcastically.

"What? I wasn't eavesdropping!" Pietro protested.

"Sure, you just ~happened~ to be walking by," Kitty said with a look of disbelief on her face.

"Actually, Pryde, I lost a bet to Drake and I have to take over all his chores for 2 weeks, even the extra Kitchen detail he got for pulling that little stunt," Pietro said.

Kitty stopped. "What? You mean not only do I have to wash these dishes but I have to do it with YOU?!"

"Ah, that's right, enjoy it while you can. It isn't often you get the company of Pietro Maximoff," Pietro said, flashing her his arrogant I'm-so- hot look. Kitty rolled her eyes.

"Save that smile for Bianca or some other bimbo cheerleader, Don Juan" Kitty told him, turning back to the dishes.

"Why, are you jealous Pryde?" Pietro asked laughing.

"As if! That girl has the IQ of a shoelace," muttered Kitty.

"Yeah," Pietro agreed, running the water over a dirty dish, "But she's hot."

"Great, she's a moron and you're a superficial boy toy, you two are perfect for each other," Kitty scoffed.

Pietro glared at her. "I am NOT a boy toy, okay. You need to lighten up, Pryde, get a date, get a life!"

Kitty spun to face him angrily. "I have a life, and my name is Kitty, not Pryde! God, what is with guys and calling everyone by their last names!"

"Geez, I'm sorry, if you'd told me it annoyed you so much, I would have done it sooner," Pietro snickered.

"God, you are the most obnoxious, egotistical, jerk I've ever met!" Kitty yelled.

"And YOU, are the prissiest, most irritating girl I've ever met!" Pietro shot back.

"I would rather drop dead than spend another second with you!" Kitty said, stepping closer until they were face to face.

"Same here! You won't have to anyways, cause I'm done!" Pietro retorted, gesturing towards the large pile of clean dishes lying in a pile to the right.

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

Kitty watched as he stalked out of the kitchen, shaking with anger. What's wrong with me? I'm usually the peacemaker, Kitty thought ironically. Then turning back to her own dishes she scowled .It just figured that Pietro could finish an enormous pile of dishes in less than a minute. Phasing isn't really helpful here, Kitty thought sighing, picking up another dish.

The next morning, Kitty sat in her chemistry class, carefully pouring the blue liquid into the beaker.

"Oh Pietro, your so smart! Can you help me mix this thingy!"

The head cheerleader Bianca's annoying voice filtered through Kitty's concentration and some of the blue liquid spilled onto the front of her white shirt. Kity groaned.

"Great, just great," Kitty said, staring as the liquid seeped into the shirt. Rogue clucked her tongue sympathetically. "Here let me get you some paper towels for that," Rogue said.

Kitty sighed. "Thanks Rogue, but it's okay, I'll get it." She scanned the room looking for the roll of paper towels, and found the only available one standing at the corner of Pietro's desk. It just figures, Kitty thought darkly, as she watched Pietro flirt shamelessly with the curvy cheerleader, who was busy twirling her hair and switching off between flirting with Pietro and Bobby. Just get the paper towels and ignore her, Kitty instructed herself sternly. Now was not the time to get in an argument.

She walked purposefully towards their table, pushing back her brown her back with one hand. Pietro stopped talking, and raised his eyebrows as Kitty neared.

"I'm honored that you stopped by, Pryde," Pietro said smiling. Kitty glared at him and silently grabbed the roll of paper towels.

"Nice stain you have there, Kitty. " Bianca remarked snidely. "It's understandable though, not everyone can have my grace and poise."

Kitty clenched her teeth and responded sweetly, "You're right Bianca, I want to be like you so much, but I don't think I could ever copy that vacant, slack-jawed bimbo look that you've perfected." Bianca's jaw dropped in indignation and Kitty saw Rogue and Bobby trying to smother their laughter out of the corner of her eye.

Bianca glared furiously at Kitty, and turned to Pietro. "Aren't you going to say anything?!"

Kitty looked at Pietro, and was almost sure that she saw him trying not to smile. He caught Kitty's eye for a second, and she felt a grin tug at the corners of her mouth. He's really good-looking when he smiles, Kitty thought gazing at him, oblivious to Bianca's deadly glare. Wait a second, what am I thinking?!, Kitty thought astonished at her own thoughts. I must be really losing it if I'm thinking of Pietro like THAT!, Kitty thought shaking her head.

Ripping of a long piece of the roll, Kitty broke the moment and walked back to her desk. "Wow nice going Kitty!" Jubilee whispered excitedly. Rogue nodded and added smiling, "I don't think I've ever seen her look so pissed."

"Yeah, especially when you called her a "slack jawed bimbo!" Bobby said, laughing. Kitty giggled, it HAD felt good to put Bianca in her place. It was funny how Pietro hadn't stuck up for Bianca at all, Kitty mused. Don't think too much of it, he hates you, Kitty reminded herself, thinking back to the night before. He's a jerk, he's a jerk, he's a jerk, Kitty chanted silently to herself. Now if she could only could keep thinking that.