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Kitty sat in English class, trying her very hardest to ignore Pietro who was throwing tiny crumpled up paper balls in her hair. How mature, Kitty thought darkly, shaking her hair out for the 10th time, and watching as the tiny balls fell to the floor near her feet. She was determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her explode. I..will..not...scream, Kitty chanted slowly to herself, as another ball hit her forehead.
"Today, we will be writing short poems, as practice for next week's poetry assignment."
"This class just keeps getting better and better," Pietro muttered.
Kitty took out her notebook, and tapped her pen against her chin, waiting for the teacher to give them their topic.
"Kitty?"
"What?" Kitty asked through clenched teeth.
"Can I have a piece of paper?" Pietro asked sweetly, showing off his pearly whites. Okay..new chant, Kitty thought momentarily mesmerized by his eyes, I..will.not.notice.how..annoyingly..good-looking..he.is. He is a troll, an ugly troll..with amazing blue eyes..AAAAH! Kitty forced herself to calm down, as her thoughts took on a life of their own.
"Maybe if you didn't keep using your own paper as torpedoes then you'd have some left!" Kitty snapped.
"That wasn't me," Pietro said, his eyes sparkling with laughter.
"Yeah, I know, it was the one-armed bandit," Kitty said sarcastically. Then, sighing, she tore a piece of notebook paper and passed it to him. He took it unceremoniously, and began scribbling on it.
"Your topic is to write a short rhyming poem about the person next to you. This is just to warm you up," Miss Balsom reminded them. Kitty looked to her left and found Pietro smirking at her. Oh god, not him, Kitty thought, desperately looking for someone, ANYONE else to write about.
"Looks like I'm your partner," Pietro pointed out, leaning on his elbow and smirking.
"Unfortunately," Kitty muttered. She ripped out a sheet of binder paper and tapped her chin with her pen, trying to think of how to start. She stole a look over at Pietro and found him writing intently. Looking down at her own blank paper, she suppressed a groan. Why was it when it came to Pietro, she became so scattered? Creative writing is supposed to be my favorite class, Kitty reminded herself, while absentmindedly doodling on her paper.
Suddenly before she knew it, Miss Balsom cleared her throat, and Kitty saw all the students look up. Kitty scanned the room and found that hers was practically the only empty paper. She bit her lip nervously, hoping she wouldn't get called on to read her non-existent poem aloud.
"So, who'd like to volunteer to read their poem aloud?"
Kitty's jaw dropped as Pietro raised his hand. Miss Balsom smiled and nodded at him. Pietro stood up ceremoniously, his eyes glinting with what seemed like unceremoniously. Kitty put her own pen down and looked up at him, feeling a mixture of dread and curiosity.
"Ahem, my poem on Kitty Pryde," Pietro began formally. Kitty rolled her eyes and laid her head down on the desk.
"What can I say about Kitty Pryde? She always looks as if someone died She could be a cool girl, if she weren't always so prissy She acts so tough, but I fear she's a sissy
Kitty felt a hot furious flush sweep her cheeks as she looked on in outrage. Pietro kept reading nonchalantly.
"She hardly ever goes out, probably never dates," Whenever I run into her, it's always in the same place In the mansion, reading or something equally boring, If you talked to her, you'd probably end up snoring."
Kitty clenched her fists and looked up at him murderously as the class laughed. How DARE he write such a completely...DEROGATORY, untrue, lousy poem about someone he hardly knew! Suddenly, her mind was filled with several adjectives to describe Pietro.
"Well, Pietro that was...interesting. Kitty, why don't you read us your poem about Pietro?" Miss Balsom suggested.
"Yes, Kitty, why don't you?" Pietro suggested, winking at her.
"I WOULD, but I couldn't find anything to rhyme with IDIOT!" Kitty spat out at him.
"Miss Pryde!" Miss Balsom said, shocked. Kitty mumbled an apology, glanced up at the clock, wondering when the torturous period would be over. Stupid, Pietro. She was furious, a feeling pretty uncommon for her. Kitty was used to being the mansion's unofficial peacemaker, playing referee in the tiffs between the students. She had never had to contend with someone that irritated her so completely.
Finally the bell rang, and Kitty scooped up all of her books and practically threw them in her bag. Then as she was rushing out the door, a strong arm caught her wrist. She spun around to face none other than Pietro. For once, he wasn't smirking, he looked almost...apologetic.
"Kitty, can I talk to you?"
Kitty stared at him, hardly believing the nerve he had. First he humiliated her in front of the entire class and now he wanted to talk?
"You are the LAST person in the world I would ever want to talk to right now!" Kitty bit out, her eyes flashing. Pietro stared at her and his face softened.
"Look, I didn't mean to-,"
Kitty cut him off furiously. "It doesn't really matter what you MEANT to do, you did it, okay? Now let me go, because I think I'm about to vomit just from being near you!" And with that, Kitty wrenched her arm away, and fled down the hall, dangerously close to tears. What is wrong with me? Kitty wondered, still feeling his warm fingers on her wrist. As if I want his stupid attempt to apologize, Kitty scoffed, annoyed at the lump in her throat. Why was she always getting emotional when it came to Pietro? He's just a stupid annoying jerk, Kitty told herself, stomping to her room.
Kitty sat in English class, trying her very hardest to ignore Pietro who was throwing tiny crumpled up paper balls in her hair. How mature, Kitty thought darkly, shaking her hair out for the 10th time, and watching as the tiny balls fell to the floor near her feet. She was determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her explode. I..will..not...scream, Kitty chanted slowly to herself, as another ball hit her forehead.
"Today, we will be writing short poems, as practice for next week's poetry assignment."
"This class just keeps getting better and better," Pietro muttered.
Kitty took out her notebook, and tapped her pen against her chin, waiting for the teacher to give them their topic.
"Kitty?"
"What?" Kitty asked through clenched teeth.
"Can I have a piece of paper?" Pietro asked sweetly, showing off his pearly whites. Okay..new chant, Kitty thought momentarily mesmerized by his eyes, I..will.not.notice.how..annoyingly..good-looking..he.is. He is a troll, an ugly troll..with amazing blue eyes..AAAAH! Kitty forced herself to calm down, as her thoughts took on a life of their own.
"Maybe if you didn't keep using your own paper as torpedoes then you'd have some left!" Kitty snapped.
"That wasn't me," Pietro said, his eyes sparkling with laughter.
"Yeah, I know, it was the one-armed bandit," Kitty said sarcastically. Then, sighing, she tore a piece of notebook paper and passed it to him. He took it unceremoniously, and began scribbling on it.
"Your topic is to write a short rhyming poem about the person next to you. This is just to warm you up," Miss Balsom reminded them. Kitty looked to her left and found Pietro smirking at her. Oh god, not him, Kitty thought, desperately looking for someone, ANYONE else to write about.
"Looks like I'm your partner," Pietro pointed out, leaning on his elbow and smirking.
"Unfortunately," Kitty muttered. She ripped out a sheet of binder paper and tapped her chin with her pen, trying to think of how to start. She stole a look over at Pietro and found him writing intently. Looking down at her own blank paper, she suppressed a groan. Why was it when it came to Pietro, she became so scattered? Creative writing is supposed to be my favorite class, Kitty reminded herself, while absentmindedly doodling on her paper.
Suddenly before she knew it, Miss Balsom cleared her throat, and Kitty saw all the students look up. Kitty scanned the room and found that hers was practically the only empty paper. She bit her lip nervously, hoping she wouldn't get called on to read her non-existent poem aloud.
"So, who'd like to volunteer to read their poem aloud?"
Kitty's jaw dropped as Pietro raised his hand. Miss Balsom smiled and nodded at him. Pietro stood up ceremoniously, his eyes glinting with what seemed like unceremoniously. Kitty put her own pen down and looked up at him, feeling a mixture of dread and curiosity.
"Ahem, my poem on Kitty Pryde," Pietro began formally. Kitty rolled her eyes and laid her head down on the desk.
"What can I say about Kitty Pryde? She always looks as if someone died She could be a cool girl, if she weren't always so prissy She acts so tough, but I fear she's a sissy
Kitty felt a hot furious flush sweep her cheeks as she looked on in outrage. Pietro kept reading nonchalantly.
"She hardly ever goes out, probably never dates," Whenever I run into her, it's always in the same place In the mansion, reading or something equally boring, If you talked to her, you'd probably end up snoring."
Kitty clenched her fists and looked up at him murderously as the class laughed. How DARE he write such a completely...DEROGATORY, untrue, lousy poem about someone he hardly knew! Suddenly, her mind was filled with several adjectives to describe Pietro.
"Well, Pietro that was...interesting. Kitty, why don't you read us your poem about Pietro?" Miss Balsom suggested.
"Yes, Kitty, why don't you?" Pietro suggested, winking at her.
"I WOULD, but I couldn't find anything to rhyme with IDIOT!" Kitty spat out at him.
"Miss Pryde!" Miss Balsom said, shocked. Kitty mumbled an apology, glanced up at the clock, wondering when the torturous period would be over. Stupid, Pietro. She was furious, a feeling pretty uncommon for her. Kitty was used to being the mansion's unofficial peacemaker, playing referee in the tiffs between the students. She had never had to contend with someone that irritated her so completely.
Finally the bell rang, and Kitty scooped up all of her books and practically threw them in her bag. Then as she was rushing out the door, a strong arm caught her wrist. She spun around to face none other than Pietro. For once, he wasn't smirking, he looked almost...apologetic.
"Kitty, can I talk to you?"
Kitty stared at him, hardly believing the nerve he had. First he humiliated her in front of the entire class and now he wanted to talk?
"You are the LAST person in the world I would ever want to talk to right now!" Kitty bit out, her eyes flashing. Pietro stared at her and his face softened.
"Look, I didn't mean to-,"
Kitty cut him off furiously. "It doesn't really matter what you MEANT to do, you did it, okay? Now let me go, because I think I'm about to vomit just from being near you!" And with that, Kitty wrenched her arm away, and fled down the hall, dangerously close to tears. What is wrong with me? Kitty wondered, still feeling his warm fingers on her wrist. As if I want his stupid attempt to apologize, Kitty scoffed, annoyed at the lump in her throat. Why was she always getting emotional when it came to Pietro? He's just a stupid annoying jerk, Kitty told herself, stomping to her room.