NOTE: wow, this chapter was fun to right, it satisfies my kitty/pietro
fetish, hehe! Enjoy, and PLEASE REVIEW! Enjoy...
Kitty checked her watch for the 5th time in the past hour. Where was he? I knew this was a terrible idea, Kitty thought, picking at a thread on her backpack impatiently. Dr. Grey had told Kitty to wait for Pietro in front of the gym at 10:00 for their tour, and now it was near 11:00, and the guy was yet to show. I'm giving him 5 more minutes, Kitty resolved, pacing the hallway.
"Looking for me?" a husky voice asked behind her ear. Kitty jumped, nearly dropping her books in the process. Gritting her teeth, she turned to face him. He'd better have a great excuse, Kitty fumed, like he had to rescue a child in a burning building or had to fight off a wild manatee or something.
"Where were you? You're over an hour late!"
"Whoah whoah, angry already? It's only 11:00! Sheesh, I thought tour givers were supposed to be welcoming," Pietro remarked, holding up his hands.
"For someone whose supposed to be super-fast, you sure took your sweet time in getting here," Kitty retorted, her arms crossed.
" I just took a little extra time to make myself presentable," Pietro replied smoothly, and then scanned Kitty up and down with a smirk. Kitty looked down and winced at her lavender top, matched with white jeans. It hadn't seemed nearly so frumpy that morning as it did now, next to Pietro's form-fitting black pants, and polo shirt. Kitty hated to admit it, but Pietro looked striking and confident, and his blue eyes were...Snap out of it, Kitty scolded herself fiercely.
"Let's move it, I want to get this tour over with so I can get to class," Kitty said shortly, and began walking towards the library. Pietro kept up with her easily.
"Oh? And what's so fascinating about class that you feel like rushing? A boy?" Pietro inquired in a sing-song voice.
"No, let's just say it beats hanging out with a certain motormouth and his over-inflated ego!" Kitty retorted. Pietro's deep blue eyes stared into hers and narrowed.
"I hope your not talking about me."
"Hmmm, do you see any other conceited motormouths around here?" Kitty asked, scanning the room.
"Do you always plan a hostile attack on innocent newcomers?" Pietro asked, eyebrows raised.
"Have you always had that gigantic attitude problem or do I just bring out the best in you?" Kitty shot back.
"Do you always answer a question with a question?" Pietro asked irritatingly. Kitty pursed her lips.
"Let's just get this tour over with before I lose my last shred of sanity," Kitty muttered, pausing in front of the large library. Pietro gave a sideways grin that acknowledged that he'd gotten under her skin. Why did he have to be so infuriating? Kitty wondered as Pietro leaned lazily back against a row of lockers.
"Ahem, so this is the library," Kitty said finally.
"You don't say," Pietro said dryly, glancing at the large sign which read "Hawkins Library."
"And this is the auditorium where we have plays and stuff like that," Kitty said, ignoring his comment.
"Are you in drama?" Pietro asked suddenly, turning to her. Kitty flushed slightly, and was irritated to find how unsettling it was to have those blue eyes focused on her.
"Nope, I'm not the acting type," Kitty said, offhandedly. "Besides, the plays are always rigged. No matter how good you are, one of the cheerleaders or jocks always get the lead. They write the script, direct it, and star in it."
Pietro raised an eyebrow. "There are cheerleaders at this school?"
Kitty rolled her eyes. How typical. "Well, sort of. There are some students who aren't mutants, that have rich parents, so they get to take some classes here. They go to Bayville High across the street. But ever since their auditorium got blown to bits by that freak bomber, the Professor is letting them use our auditorium and gym. So you'll probably see the cheerleaders and the rest of their posse haunting the halls, at some point in the day," Kitty finished.
"My guess is you don't have a very high opinion of them," Pietro remarked. Kitty thought back to the number of times the cheerleaders had ruined her day, and her lips tightened.
"You guessed right. And speak of the devil," Kitty murmured under her breath, as Stacy Parsons appeared at the far end of the hall, a pair of sparkly pom poms clutched in one hand. She stopped and sneered when she saw Kitty.
"Kitty Pryde, shouldn't you be, studying or something geeky like that?" Stacy asked, her perfectly tweezed eyebrows arched in derision.
"Stacy, what a surprise, I thought ladies like you only worked at nights...usually on some street corner," Kitty pointed out coolly. Stacy turned tomato red with anger.
"You should-," Stacy stopped when she suddenly noticed Pietro's lean figure resting against the lockers surveying them with aloof amusement. "I mean, you should.really introduce me to your friend," Stacy finished, her eyes taking on that hawk-like gleam whenever she went on a manhunt. Kitty gritted her teeth when she saw Pietro step forward with a charming smile and take her hand.
"Pietro Maximoff, at your service," Pietro said smoothly.
"I'm Stacy Parsons, you're new aren't you? I would definitely have noticed someone like YOU around!" Stacy gushed, flashing a flirtatious smile his way.
"You're right, I just came here yesterday," Pietro answered, with an answering smile. And there's that Maximoff charm again, Kitty thought sarcastically. She had a feeling she could do the splits right in the middle of the hallway and neither of them would notice.
"Really! Well, I'll just have to show you around, I'm free right now," Stacy offered, giggling.
"Actually, I'm-," Pietro started. But Kitty interrupted coolly.
"He's all yours, Stacy. I'm out of here," Kitty said disgustedly, spinning on her heel. The two of them barely noticed she had left. Kitty couldn't figure out why she was so angry that Stacy was after Pietro. They'd make a great couple, Kitty tried to tell herself, they're both so annoying. I should be thanking her for taking him off my hands, Kitty told herself sternly.
"Hey where'd you run off to?" Pietro's voice sounded right behind her. Kitty stopped and turned around, her brown eyes flashing.
"I figured you'd be busy exchanging hair-care tips with that praying mantis Stacy, so I thought I'd leave while I still had some of my brain cells left," Kitty retorted, wondering why just the sight of those eyes fixed on hers could send her heart thumping crazily.
Pietro looked amused. "Praying mantis, huh? I don't think she was that bad."
"You wouldn't," Kitty muttered and turned to walk back to class.
Pietro's voice rang clear behind her. "I hope we can finish this tour later!"
"Don't count on it!" Kitty shot back, and took off down the hall, feeling her pulse racing. Of all the people that could move into the mansion..why did it have to be him?
Kitty checked her watch for the 5th time in the past hour. Where was he? I knew this was a terrible idea, Kitty thought, picking at a thread on her backpack impatiently. Dr. Grey had told Kitty to wait for Pietro in front of the gym at 10:00 for their tour, and now it was near 11:00, and the guy was yet to show. I'm giving him 5 more minutes, Kitty resolved, pacing the hallway.
"Looking for me?" a husky voice asked behind her ear. Kitty jumped, nearly dropping her books in the process. Gritting her teeth, she turned to face him. He'd better have a great excuse, Kitty fumed, like he had to rescue a child in a burning building or had to fight off a wild manatee or something.
"Where were you? You're over an hour late!"
"Whoah whoah, angry already? It's only 11:00! Sheesh, I thought tour givers were supposed to be welcoming," Pietro remarked, holding up his hands.
"For someone whose supposed to be super-fast, you sure took your sweet time in getting here," Kitty retorted, her arms crossed.
" I just took a little extra time to make myself presentable," Pietro replied smoothly, and then scanned Kitty up and down with a smirk. Kitty looked down and winced at her lavender top, matched with white jeans. It hadn't seemed nearly so frumpy that morning as it did now, next to Pietro's form-fitting black pants, and polo shirt. Kitty hated to admit it, but Pietro looked striking and confident, and his blue eyes were...Snap out of it, Kitty scolded herself fiercely.
"Let's move it, I want to get this tour over with so I can get to class," Kitty said shortly, and began walking towards the library. Pietro kept up with her easily.
"Oh? And what's so fascinating about class that you feel like rushing? A boy?" Pietro inquired in a sing-song voice.
"No, let's just say it beats hanging out with a certain motormouth and his over-inflated ego!" Kitty retorted. Pietro's deep blue eyes stared into hers and narrowed.
"I hope your not talking about me."
"Hmmm, do you see any other conceited motormouths around here?" Kitty asked, scanning the room.
"Do you always plan a hostile attack on innocent newcomers?" Pietro asked, eyebrows raised.
"Have you always had that gigantic attitude problem or do I just bring out the best in you?" Kitty shot back.
"Do you always answer a question with a question?" Pietro asked irritatingly. Kitty pursed her lips.
"Let's just get this tour over with before I lose my last shred of sanity," Kitty muttered, pausing in front of the large library. Pietro gave a sideways grin that acknowledged that he'd gotten under her skin. Why did he have to be so infuriating? Kitty wondered as Pietro leaned lazily back against a row of lockers.
"Ahem, so this is the library," Kitty said finally.
"You don't say," Pietro said dryly, glancing at the large sign which read "Hawkins Library."
"And this is the auditorium where we have plays and stuff like that," Kitty said, ignoring his comment.
"Are you in drama?" Pietro asked suddenly, turning to her. Kitty flushed slightly, and was irritated to find how unsettling it was to have those blue eyes focused on her.
"Nope, I'm not the acting type," Kitty said, offhandedly. "Besides, the plays are always rigged. No matter how good you are, one of the cheerleaders or jocks always get the lead. They write the script, direct it, and star in it."
Pietro raised an eyebrow. "There are cheerleaders at this school?"
Kitty rolled her eyes. How typical. "Well, sort of. There are some students who aren't mutants, that have rich parents, so they get to take some classes here. They go to Bayville High across the street. But ever since their auditorium got blown to bits by that freak bomber, the Professor is letting them use our auditorium and gym. So you'll probably see the cheerleaders and the rest of their posse haunting the halls, at some point in the day," Kitty finished.
"My guess is you don't have a very high opinion of them," Pietro remarked. Kitty thought back to the number of times the cheerleaders had ruined her day, and her lips tightened.
"You guessed right. And speak of the devil," Kitty murmured under her breath, as Stacy Parsons appeared at the far end of the hall, a pair of sparkly pom poms clutched in one hand. She stopped and sneered when she saw Kitty.
"Kitty Pryde, shouldn't you be, studying or something geeky like that?" Stacy asked, her perfectly tweezed eyebrows arched in derision.
"Stacy, what a surprise, I thought ladies like you only worked at nights...usually on some street corner," Kitty pointed out coolly. Stacy turned tomato red with anger.
"You should-," Stacy stopped when she suddenly noticed Pietro's lean figure resting against the lockers surveying them with aloof amusement. "I mean, you should.really introduce me to your friend," Stacy finished, her eyes taking on that hawk-like gleam whenever she went on a manhunt. Kitty gritted her teeth when she saw Pietro step forward with a charming smile and take her hand.
"Pietro Maximoff, at your service," Pietro said smoothly.
"I'm Stacy Parsons, you're new aren't you? I would definitely have noticed someone like YOU around!" Stacy gushed, flashing a flirtatious smile his way.
"You're right, I just came here yesterday," Pietro answered, with an answering smile. And there's that Maximoff charm again, Kitty thought sarcastically. She had a feeling she could do the splits right in the middle of the hallway and neither of them would notice.
"Really! Well, I'll just have to show you around, I'm free right now," Stacy offered, giggling.
"Actually, I'm-," Pietro started. But Kitty interrupted coolly.
"He's all yours, Stacy. I'm out of here," Kitty said disgustedly, spinning on her heel. The two of them barely noticed she had left. Kitty couldn't figure out why she was so angry that Stacy was after Pietro. They'd make a great couple, Kitty tried to tell herself, they're both so annoying. I should be thanking her for taking him off my hands, Kitty told herself sternly.
"Hey where'd you run off to?" Pietro's voice sounded right behind her. Kitty stopped and turned around, her brown eyes flashing.
"I figured you'd be busy exchanging hair-care tips with that praying mantis Stacy, so I thought I'd leave while I still had some of my brain cells left," Kitty retorted, wondering why just the sight of those eyes fixed on hers could send her heart thumping crazily.
Pietro looked amused. "Praying mantis, huh? I don't think she was that bad."
"You wouldn't," Kitty muttered and turned to walk back to class.
Pietro's voice rang clear behind her. "I hope we can finish this tour later!"
"Don't count on it!" Kitty shot back, and took off down the hall, feeling her pulse racing. Of all the people that could move into the mansion..why did it have to be him?