Pietro slowly sauntered down the streets, his hands tucked inside his pockets. "Just wait until they see me now..hmph, I won't get blown off this time," Pietro told himself, and squinted his eyes looking carefully for any sight of at least one of the girls from yesterday.

"Don't I know you from somewhere?" A quiet voice came from behind him.

He turned around, and smiled to himself. "They always come back for more..," he muttered quietly under his breath. "Umm..no, no you don't. I don't think I've seen you around before."

The tall, blonde haired girl ran a hand through her hair and smiled at Pietro. "I could have sworn I've seen you before..my mistake, well see ya!" She flipped her hair, and began to walk off.

Pietro shook his head and quickly ran after her. "What am I doing, letting her leave like that?!?" He asked himself, and softly grabbed her by the arm to catch up with her.

"Yes, yes you have seen me around before. I'm that guy from the other day..Maximoff's the name, Pietro Maximoff."

"Umm...."

"Remember, really great looking guy with slick silver hair and great muscles?" Pietro grimaced.

"Ooh ya, I remember now. You're the guy who we blew off yesterday, right?"

Pietro shuddered, and remembered the thought. "Yeah, but I'm sure there's a perfectly good explanation for it....right?" He asked her, and put his arm around her waist. "I mean..would you really blow me off again?"

The girl just smiled at him, and slowly shook her head. "Well..no, but-"

"Exactly! I'm just the perfect guy aren't I?"

"Well..maybe, but what's with your hair? It looked better when it was silver..."

Pietro's jaw dropped, "Better? Arrrrggg! That's it, I think I'm going to turn gay! I don't need girls...." He said, almost mentally punching himself.

"I mean..it doesn't look that bad now..but it looked better silver..alot better actually," She tried to correct herself.

"Well, you know. I'd thought I'd jazz myself up a little bit. Add some muscle to these srawney arms of mine. Of course, the only way I get the muscle is by playing basketball-" Pietro started to say before getting cut off.

"You play basketball? Oh awesome, my boyfriend does too!"

Pietro came to a halt and stopped still in the middle of the sidewalk. "Your boyfriend? You just tell me now that you have a boyfriend?!?"

"Well it's not like anything was going to happen between us, I mean like we just met, right?"

"Alright listen up gorgeous, no one makes a fool out of the one and only Pietro Maximoff! I stand above all others! By the way....who's your boyfriend?"

"Evan."

Pietro could feel his face burning red, fuming with anger. "Evan...your not talking about that wimp Daniel's are you?"

"Umm...yeah, Evan Daniel's. He's such a great guy, we've been dating for a few months now. Sorry, I should have told you earlier..."

"That piece of crap!" Pietro muttered under his breath, ready to lunge at the next person that walked by him.

"So..I'll see you later then alright? I gotta meet up with Evan, we're going out tonight. See ya!" She smiled sweetly at him, giving him a sympathetic look.

"Wait!" Pietro ran after her as she started to walk away, grabbing her by the arm.

"What?"

"I didn't catch your name."

"I didn't give it.." She grinned flirtatiously at him, and quickly walked off.

[A/N: Ok, I wrote this chapter in about ten minutes so sorry if it was a little boring. I just saw another preview for that movie "Daredevil" and in one part Ben Affleck asks that girl (I forget who she is) for her name, then she goes on about how she didn't give it to him. That's how I got those last few lines of this fic just so you know. Thanks for reading!]