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Pietro stalked down the hallway, barely seeing where he was going. Kitty and Kurt, thought Pietro bitterly, how disgustingly cute. He just couldn't understand it. After that night on the island, he'd thought- Well, never mind what he'd thought. Kitty was obviously taken by the way she'd practically thrown herself at that Wagner kid, who looked like a freckled elf.
Pietro sighed depressingly. It just figured that a girl like Kitty had a boyfriend. Somehow, he'd figured she'd go for someone more like...him. Forget her, Maximoff, Pietro told himself sternly. She'd made it more than clear this morning that the kiss meant nothing and they were back to their hate-hate relationship.
Pietro blinked suddenly, as he saw a lone figure standing outside the infirmary looking almost as miserable as he felt. If that was possible. Pietro frowned as he came closer. Was that Drake? Yup, it was.
Pietro scowled. Bobby Drake was the last person he wanted to run into now. After the little stunt he had pulled with that swamp hog Bianca, Bobby wasn't exactly his favorite person at the moment.
"Jeez, what happened to YOU?" Bobby asked, looking up at Pietro. Pietro gave him a look that rivaled even Logan's. He wasn't about to share his doomed love life with the mansion's class clown. He wasn't that desperate...yet. "Okay, okay, fine. I don't care anyways. I've got problems of my own," Bobby said, leaning back against the door of the infirmary.
Pietro smirked. "What kinds of problems do YOU have Drake? Besides a pea-sized brain."
Bobby glared at him witheringly. "It's Jubilee and Lance."
Pietro raised an eyebrow. "What about them?"
"I don't know," Bobby replied sulkily and turned away. Pietro rolled his eyes.
"Let me guess. This all has to do with the infamous love-triangle of Rogue, Jubile, and Lance, right?" Pietro asked. "Or should I say, love .square?" he added, with a knowing look at Bobby.
Bobby looked away. "What are you talking about?"
"You're gaga over Jubilee, and she has the hots for Alvers, who has the hots for Rogue," Pietro said, as if explaining it to a five year old. Pietro shook his head quickly. Why the heck was he following this soap opera anyways? Because you're involved in a little soap opera of your own, Pietro thought wryly, answering his own question.
"What exactly is so great about Alvers anyways?" Bobby muttered. "I mean, he's so serious and uptight."
Pietro nodded a little at that. "Yeah, he's always been like that. He was the unofficial leader of the Brotherhood."
"Okay, so I told you my problem, now what's eating you?" Bobby asked, his blue eyes curious.
At that moment, Kitty's laughter followed by Kurt's was heard from the kitchen. Pietro gritted his teeth. Bobby smirked. "Cat problems?'"
Pietro glowered at him. "Do you always say the wrong thing Drake?"
"No, just most of the time," Bobby said cheerfully. "What exactly happened between you two at that island?"
Pietro swallowed hard. To lie or not to lie, that was the question. "Nothing, Nothing happened."
Bobby snorted. "You're lying."
"No way!"
"Yes, you are. I can always tell, it comes from playing a lot of poker," Bobby explained, smirking confidently. "And the fact that you're lying means that something major happened."
Pietro crossed his arms. Hell would freeze over before he'd admit what happened, and just how much it had affected him. Especially since it had taken Kitty less than a second to go back to her boyfriend. Pietro swallowed. It made him sick to think of Kitty with someone else. "Quit playing psychologist and worry about your own problems Drake," Pietro said shortly, and pushed past him to head to his room.
He could forget Kitty. No problem, Pietro tried to tell himself assuredly. There were plenty of girls in the mansion that were dying to go out with him. It wasn't as if his life was empty without a certain brunette with a sharp tongue. Again, more of Kitty's gentle laughter wafted to his ears. Pietro slammed his door. Maybe it wouldn't be so easy to forget.
Pietro stalked down the hallway, barely seeing where he was going. Kitty and Kurt, thought Pietro bitterly, how disgustingly cute. He just couldn't understand it. After that night on the island, he'd thought- Well, never mind what he'd thought. Kitty was obviously taken by the way she'd practically thrown herself at that Wagner kid, who looked like a freckled elf.
Pietro sighed depressingly. It just figured that a girl like Kitty had a boyfriend. Somehow, he'd figured she'd go for someone more like...him. Forget her, Maximoff, Pietro told himself sternly. She'd made it more than clear this morning that the kiss meant nothing and they were back to their hate-hate relationship.
Pietro blinked suddenly, as he saw a lone figure standing outside the infirmary looking almost as miserable as he felt. If that was possible. Pietro frowned as he came closer. Was that Drake? Yup, it was.
Pietro scowled. Bobby Drake was the last person he wanted to run into now. After the little stunt he had pulled with that swamp hog Bianca, Bobby wasn't exactly his favorite person at the moment.
"Jeez, what happened to YOU?" Bobby asked, looking up at Pietro. Pietro gave him a look that rivaled even Logan's. He wasn't about to share his doomed love life with the mansion's class clown. He wasn't that desperate...yet. "Okay, okay, fine. I don't care anyways. I've got problems of my own," Bobby said, leaning back against the door of the infirmary.
Pietro smirked. "What kinds of problems do YOU have Drake? Besides a pea-sized brain."
Bobby glared at him witheringly. "It's Jubilee and Lance."
Pietro raised an eyebrow. "What about them?"
"I don't know," Bobby replied sulkily and turned away. Pietro rolled his eyes.
"Let me guess. This all has to do with the infamous love-triangle of Rogue, Jubile, and Lance, right?" Pietro asked. "Or should I say, love .square?" he added, with a knowing look at Bobby.
Bobby looked away. "What are you talking about?"
"You're gaga over Jubilee, and she has the hots for Alvers, who has the hots for Rogue," Pietro said, as if explaining it to a five year old. Pietro shook his head quickly. Why the heck was he following this soap opera anyways? Because you're involved in a little soap opera of your own, Pietro thought wryly, answering his own question.
"What exactly is so great about Alvers anyways?" Bobby muttered. "I mean, he's so serious and uptight."
Pietro nodded a little at that. "Yeah, he's always been like that. He was the unofficial leader of the Brotherhood."
"Okay, so I told you my problem, now what's eating you?" Bobby asked, his blue eyes curious.
At that moment, Kitty's laughter followed by Kurt's was heard from the kitchen. Pietro gritted his teeth. Bobby smirked. "Cat problems?'"
Pietro glowered at him. "Do you always say the wrong thing Drake?"
"No, just most of the time," Bobby said cheerfully. "What exactly happened between you two at that island?"
Pietro swallowed hard. To lie or not to lie, that was the question. "Nothing, Nothing happened."
Bobby snorted. "You're lying."
"No way!"
"Yes, you are. I can always tell, it comes from playing a lot of poker," Bobby explained, smirking confidently. "And the fact that you're lying means that something major happened."
Pietro crossed his arms. Hell would freeze over before he'd admit what happened, and just how much it had affected him. Especially since it had taken Kitty less than a second to go back to her boyfriend. Pietro swallowed. It made him sick to think of Kitty with someone else. "Quit playing psychologist and worry about your own problems Drake," Pietro said shortly, and pushed past him to head to his room.
He could forget Kitty. No problem, Pietro tried to tell himself assuredly. There were plenty of girls in the mansion that were dying to go out with him. It wasn't as if his life was empty without a certain brunette with a sharp tongue. Again, more of Kitty's gentle laughter wafted to his ears. Pietro slammed his door. Maybe it wouldn't be so easy to forget.
