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Kitty sat in the bus, her heart racing. What had just happened? Did Pietro just KISS her? Had he lost his mind? Was she losing hers?
"Kitty, wow!" a voice shouted from the back. Gritting her teeth, Kitty picked an empty seat, and plopped down it, leaning back. Stupid, halter top. She had almost forgotten about it..and Pietro's jacket that covered her shoulders. Kitty took it off, and placed it on her lap, staring down at it unseeingly. Suddenly, she looked up to see him climbing into the bus. Oh god, Kitty thought, her cheeks flushing again, as she remembered how she had kissed him back. It hadn't been one-sided.... the feeling of his arms around her was still fresh in her mind. Kitty swallowed as he came closer, aware of his eyes burning into her.
She looked down, and saw him hesitate right before, sitting next to her. Kitty swallowed. What was she supposed to say: Hi, I'm supposed to hate your guts, but my knees feel weak whenever you kiss me? Kitty closed her eyes, and forced herself to clear her mind. Obviously, this was just a fluke...the result of too much sun, and stress, and being near a good- looking guy. But this wasn't just ANY good-looking guy, Kitty told herself sternly. It was Pietro, Master Flirt, Jerk Extraordinaire, which made him strictly off-limits to her. It was logical enough, so why couldn't she get him out of her head? The silence was killing her. Why didn't he say something? Anything?
"Pietro,-," Kitty began simultaneously. They both stopped, and cleared their throats.
"Kitty,-," Pietro began.
Kitty looked down her hands, and squared her shoulders. He was probably about to tell her that the kiss was a colossal mistake and he was regretting it already. Then SHE would be the one looking like a fool, after she poured her heart out...All I'm doing is safeguarding myself against a broken heart, Kitty told herself staunchly. And she knew full well, that he could break her heart, very easily.
I have to be the logical one, Kitty thought, trying not to look into his blue eyes, knowing her resolve would disappear if she did. Pietro had never had a serious relationship up to date, and judging from the kind of girls he had dated, Kitty was probably the last person he'd be interested in. What kind of relationship could they possibly have?
"You can go first," Pietro said, softly.
"Um, well, we both know that, um, that little incident back there," Kitty began, flushing.
"You mean, our kiss," Pietro interrupted, his eyes bluer than ever, a ghost of a grin on his lips.
"Right, um," Kitty stammered, wondering why her cheeks felt as if they were on fire. "Well, we both know that it was due to, um, mutual stress, and the heat of the situation. There's this Freudian theory that backs that up, actually," Kitty went on, warming to her subject when Pietro didn't say anything. "You see, the theory says that if two people are in a stressful situation, such as me getting attacked, then..well, a temporary attraction takes place, which would explain the kiss. So, um, now that that's over, we can go back to normal and pretend it never happened," Kitty finished in a rush, finally looking up. Pietro just looked at her, his eyebrows raised. Kitty bit her lip, waiting for him to speak. Then, he exploded.
"What the hell are you talking about!"
Kitty jumped back, her jaw dropping at the anger in his voice. "What do you MEAN what am I talking about!"
"Only you could manage to rationalize something as impulsive as a kiss! Jeez, do you think you can go an entire day without overanalyzing everything?" Pietro said angrily, his eyes flashing.
Kitty got in his face, her own eyes sparking hotly. "Yeah, well I, atleast to attempt something as crazy as us being attracted to each other! I mean, otherwise you might as well just lump me together with the rest of your many floozies!"
"You're just totally convinced of my playboy status, that you won't give me a chance!" Pietro spat out, now completely furious. Kitty could feel herself growing more and more defensive. One part of her wanted desperately to believe that he truly liked her, but another part of her was telling her she was crazy to even think she was his type.
"What am I supposed to think! You go around flirting your head off with every single girl in the entire carnival and then you kiss me, and I'm supposed to fall at your feet!" Kitty retorted.
"You're impossible, Pryde," Pietro said disgustedly. "I don't even know why I bothered!"
The bus stopped outside the mansion. Pietro got up, taking off down the aisle.
"Wait, Pietro, your jacket," Kitty called, desperately trying to prevent her tears, wanting to take back her words, but knowing it was too late.
"Keep it," Pietro spat back, and stalked off the bus.
Kitty watched him, feeling her eyes fill with tears. Did I do the right thing? Kitty watched his large form disappear into the mansion, and she leaned back into the seat closing her eyes. She wasn't so sure anymore.
Kitty sat in the bus, her heart racing. What had just happened? Did Pietro just KISS her? Had he lost his mind? Was she losing hers?
"Kitty, wow!" a voice shouted from the back. Gritting her teeth, Kitty picked an empty seat, and plopped down it, leaning back. Stupid, halter top. She had almost forgotten about it..and Pietro's jacket that covered her shoulders. Kitty took it off, and placed it on her lap, staring down at it unseeingly. Suddenly, she looked up to see him climbing into the bus. Oh god, Kitty thought, her cheeks flushing again, as she remembered how she had kissed him back. It hadn't been one-sided.... the feeling of his arms around her was still fresh in her mind. Kitty swallowed as he came closer, aware of his eyes burning into her.
She looked down, and saw him hesitate right before, sitting next to her. Kitty swallowed. What was she supposed to say: Hi, I'm supposed to hate your guts, but my knees feel weak whenever you kiss me? Kitty closed her eyes, and forced herself to clear her mind. Obviously, this was just a fluke...the result of too much sun, and stress, and being near a good- looking guy. But this wasn't just ANY good-looking guy, Kitty told herself sternly. It was Pietro, Master Flirt, Jerk Extraordinaire, which made him strictly off-limits to her. It was logical enough, so why couldn't she get him out of her head? The silence was killing her. Why didn't he say something? Anything?
"Pietro,-," Kitty began simultaneously. They both stopped, and cleared their throats.
"Kitty,-," Pietro began.
Kitty looked down her hands, and squared her shoulders. He was probably about to tell her that the kiss was a colossal mistake and he was regretting it already. Then SHE would be the one looking like a fool, after she poured her heart out...All I'm doing is safeguarding myself against a broken heart, Kitty told herself staunchly. And she knew full well, that he could break her heart, very easily.
I have to be the logical one, Kitty thought, trying not to look into his blue eyes, knowing her resolve would disappear if she did. Pietro had never had a serious relationship up to date, and judging from the kind of girls he had dated, Kitty was probably the last person he'd be interested in. What kind of relationship could they possibly have?
"You can go first," Pietro said, softly.
"Um, well, we both know that, um, that little incident back there," Kitty began, flushing.
"You mean, our kiss," Pietro interrupted, his eyes bluer than ever, a ghost of a grin on his lips.
"Right, um," Kitty stammered, wondering why her cheeks felt as if they were on fire. "Well, we both know that it was due to, um, mutual stress, and the heat of the situation. There's this Freudian theory that backs that up, actually," Kitty went on, warming to her subject when Pietro didn't say anything. "You see, the theory says that if two people are in a stressful situation, such as me getting attacked, then..well, a temporary attraction takes place, which would explain the kiss. So, um, now that that's over, we can go back to normal and pretend it never happened," Kitty finished in a rush, finally looking up. Pietro just looked at her, his eyebrows raised. Kitty bit her lip, waiting for him to speak. Then, he exploded.
"What the hell are you talking about!"
Kitty jumped back, her jaw dropping at the anger in his voice. "What do you MEAN what am I talking about!"
"Only you could manage to rationalize something as impulsive as a kiss! Jeez, do you think you can go an entire day without overanalyzing everything?" Pietro said angrily, his eyes flashing.
Kitty got in his face, her own eyes sparking hotly. "Yeah, well I, atleast to attempt something as crazy as us being attracted to each other! I mean, otherwise you might as well just lump me together with the rest of your many floozies!"
"You're just totally convinced of my playboy status, that you won't give me a chance!" Pietro spat out, now completely furious. Kitty could feel herself growing more and more defensive. One part of her wanted desperately to believe that he truly liked her, but another part of her was telling her she was crazy to even think she was his type.
"What am I supposed to think! You go around flirting your head off with every single girl in the entire carnival and then you kiss me, and I'm supposed to fall at your feet!" Kitty retorted.
"You're impossible, Pryde," Pietro said disgustedly. "I don't even know why I bothered!"
The bus stopped outside the mansion. Pietro got up, taking off down the aisle.
"Wait, Pietro, your jacket," Kitty called, desperately trying to prevent her tears, wanting to take back her words, but knowing it was too late.
"Keep it," Pietro spat back, and stalked off the bus.
Kitty watched him, feeling her eyes fill with tears. Did I do the right thing? Kitty watched his large form disappear into the mansion, and she leaned back into the seat closing her eyes. She wasn't so sure anymore.