NOTE: I hope you all like how the story is turning out….whew, here is the
follow up to "What Kitty Saw." I took the advice of one of the reviewers
and decided to do a Pietro's POV, hehe, please tell me if you like it so I
can write more chapters from his perspective. Again, keep the reviews
coming! Thanx!
Pietro sat in his room, crumpling yet another sheet of paper into a ball, and aiming for the mini basketball hoop. And like the other 50 times, the ball bounced harmlessly off the rim and fell to the floor. Pietro scowled. Usually he was a great shot, what could be throwing off his aim? It could be hunger….or it could be a certain brunette with big brown eyes and a killer smile…..
Pietro tried to will himself not to think of Kitty, but the image of her face had already wafted into his mind. It was just a kiss, Maximoff, Pietro told himself sternly. He had kissed tons of girls before……so why was this one driving him crazy? Pietro let out an irritated groan. This was completely not cool.
Should he talk to her? Would she laugh in his face? Pietro could just picture Kitty's face as he told her how he felt. In all his mental scenarios, she had run screaming in the other direction. A wry smile swept across his face. She was certainly a challenge, she wasn't like all the other girls who just agreed with everything he said. She was…..amazing.
Pietro coughed. What was happening to him? He must be losing it if he was going to be thinking about Kitty like that. He sighed. It was obvious that he wasn't going to get any piece of mind until he talked to her. It wouldn't be pretty but maybe, there was a little chance that she liked him back. A smile crept up unwillingly to Pietro's face as he stood up.
Pietro opened the door and stepped into the hall, taking a deep breath. He didn't know which was scarier: confronting Kitty about the kiss or keeping it to himself and slowly going nuts. Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, he heard the determined clacking of high heels coming towards him. Bianca.
"Speaking of scary," Pietro muttered under his breath, as he wondered if it was bad taste to jump back in his room, slam the door in her face, and hide under the bed until she was gone. But it was too late for that. In a matter of seconds, Bianca was standing in front of him, blocking any escape he had planned.
"Where were you today?" Bianca demanded, her hands on her hips.
"Hello to you too," Pietro replied dryly.
"I mean it Pietro! Bobby said that you and Kitty were on a date," Bianca spat accusingly, her perfectly tweezed eyebrows elevated.
Pietro clenched his teeth. A date? Not unless you counted being stranded on an island living off fruits in bad weather, a date. He was going to kill Bobby! Pietro quickly realized that he would have to lie to get out of this. If Bianca started asking questions about their training mission, then it would get into mutants…..Pietro shuddered. He didn't even want to IMAGINE Bianca's reaction to that. Not that he really cared what she thought.
Schooling his emotions, Pietro managed an easy smile and replied, "Uh yeah, we went," Pietro paused, scanning his mind rapidly, "uh, ice skating. Yeah, ice skating," he said finally, mentally patting himself on the back.
"Bobby said you went to a movie," Bianca replied angrily, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Pietro made a mental note to hunt down Bobby after this.
"What I meant was," Pietro said quickly, "we went a movie, and ~then~ we went ice skating." Pietro stopped and scanned her face to see if she was buying the story.
But at the point, Bianca had ceased to listen. "How could you possibly go on a date with HER?!" she spat out. Pietro took a step back involuntarily. Bianca was furious. "I mean, I thought WE had something," Bianca said, her voice turning whiny.
Pietro gulped .This was turning ugly. "Uh well, you see-," Pietro tried to say. Bianca cut him off and pouted.
"It's okay, I forgive you your bad taste. I know she must have probably guilted you into it or something," Bianca said soothingly, stepping forward.
"No, you've-." Pietro began to protest, when suddenly, Bianca threw her arms around him. Pietro struggled to get out of her vise-like grip, but to no avail. The girl was hanging on to him as if were a drowning woman in need of a life raft. Ugh, Pietro thought, as he caught a whiff of her cheap perfume. Suddenly his eyes caught a flash of brown hair down the hall.
Pietro blinked, but the vision was gone. He shook his head. The perfume must be having a negative effect on him. Finally, Pietro had had enough. He shoved her away and stepped back. "Bianca, stop it! Get away from me!"
Bianca blinked in shock at the disgusted look on Pietro's face. "Don't tell me you actually like HER over me," Bianca said disbelievingly.
"I would pick her any ~day~ over you," Pietro said, in quiet anger. "Now, get away from me."
Bianca's mouth contorted into a sneer. "Fine! You two losers deserve each other anyway! You'll pay for this, Maximoff, " Bianca threatened, and stalked down the hall away from him.
"Go soak your head in battery acid!" Pietro called after her cheerfully. After she left, Pietro leaned against the wall, letting out a sigh of relief. He glanced at his watch. It was getting pretty late. I'll tell Kitty tomorrow, Pietro decided finally, retreating back into his room. The encounter with Bianca had exhausted him. Tomorrow, Pietro thought sleepily, and promptly fell asleep.
Pietro sat in his room, crumpling yet another sheet of paper into a ball, and aiming for the mini basketball hoop. And like the other 50 times, the ball bounced harmlessly off the rim and fell to the floor. Pietro scowled. Usually he was a great shot, what could be throwing off his aim? It could be hunger….or it could be a certain brunette with big brown eyes and a killer smile…..
Pietro tried to will himself not to think of Kitty, but the image of her face had already wafted into his mind. It was just a kiss, Maximoff, Pietro told himself sternly. He had kissed tons of girls before……so why was this one driving him crazy? Pietro let out an irritated groan. This was completely not cool.
Should he talk to her? Would she laugh in his face? Pietro could just picture Kitty's face as he told her how he felt. In all his mental scenarios, she had run screaming in the other direction. A wry smile swept across his face. She was certainly a challenge, she wasn't like all the other girls who just agreed with everything he said. She was…..amazing.
Pietro coughed. What was happening to him? He must be losing it if he was going to be thinking about Kitty like that. He sighed. It was obvious that he wasn't going to get any piece of mind until he talked to her. It wouldn't be pretty but maybe, there was a little chance that she liked him back. A smile crept up unwillingly to Pietro's face as he stood up.
Pietro opened the door and stepped into the hall, taking a deep breath. He didn't know which was scarier: confronting Kitty about the kiss or keeping it to himself and slowly going nuts. Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, he heard the determined clacking of high heels coming towards him. Bianca.
"Speaking of scary," Pietro muttered under his breath, as he wondered if it was bad taste to jump back in his room, slam the door in her face, and hide under the bed until she was gone. But it was too late for that. In a matter of seconds, Bianca was standing in front of him, blocking any escape he had planned.
"Where were you today?" Bianca demanded, her hands on her hips.
"Hello to you too," Pietro replied dryly.
"I mean it Pietro! Bobby said that you and Kitty were on a date," Bianca spat accusingly, her perfectly tweezed eyebrows elevated.
Pietro clenched his teeth. A date? Not unless you counted being stranded on an island living off fruits in bad weather, a date. He was going to kill Bobby! Pietro quickly realized that he would have to lie to get out of this. If Bianca started asking questions about their training mission, then it would get into mutants…..Pietro shuddered. He didn't even want to IMAGINE Bianca's reaction to that. Not that he really cared what she thought.
Schooling his emotions, Pietro managed an easy smile and replied, "Uh yeah, we went," Pietro paused, scanning his mind rapidly, "uh, ice skating. Yeah, ice skating," he said finally, mentally patting himself on the back.
"Bobby said you went to a movie," Bianca replied angrily, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Pietro made a mental note to hunt down Bobby after this.
"What I meant was," Pietro said quickly, "we went a movie, and ~then~ we went ice skating." Pietro stopped and scanned her face to see if she was buying the story.
But at the point, Bianca had ceased to listen. "How could you possibly go on a date with HER?!" she spat out. Pietro took a step back involuntarily. Bianca was furious. "I mean, I thought WE had something," Bianca said, her voice turning whiny.
Pietro gulped .This was turning ugly. "Uh well, you see-," Pietro tried to say. Bianca cut him off and pouted.
"It's okay, I forgive you your bad taste. I know she must have probably guilted you into it or something," Bianca said soothingly, stepping forward.
"No, you've-." Pietro began to protest, when suddenly, Bianca threw her arms around him. Pietro struggled to get out of her vise-like grip, but to no avail. The girl was hanging on to him as if were a drowning woman in need of a life raft. Ugh, Pietro thought, as he caught a whiff of her cheap perfume. Suddenly his eyes caught a flash of brown hair down the hall.
Pietro blinked, but the vision was gone. He shook his head. The perfume must be having a negative effect on him. Finally, Pietro had had enough. He shoved her away and stepped back. "Bianca, stop it! Get away from me!"
Bianca blinked in shock at the disgusted look on Pietro's face. "Don't tell me you actually like HER over me," Bianca said disbelievingly.
"I would pick her any ~day~ over you," Pietro said, in quiet anger. "Now, get away from me."
Bianca's mouth contorted into a sneer. "Fine! You two losers deserve each other anyway! You'll pay for this, Maximoff, " Bianca threatened, and stalked down the hall away from him.
"Go soak your head in battery acid!" Pietro called after her cheerfully. After she left, Pietro leaned against the wall, letting out a sigh of relief. He glanced at his watch. It was getting pretty late. I'll tell Kitty tomorrow, Pietro decided finally, retreating back into his room. The encounter with Bianca had exhausted him. Tomorrow, Pietro thought sleepily, and promptly fell asleep.
