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(5)
When Ms. Johnson finally returned to let them out of the room, after 2
hours of silent detention, she looked somewhat different. The top buttons
of her blouse had been undone, her jacket didn't sit right on her
shoulders, her hair had been set free of the tight bun it was in, and she
held a strong scent of scotch.
"And I don't want to see you too act up in my class again." Ms. Johnson hiccupped.
"Boozer if I've ever seen one." Pietro whispered to Dixion has they slipped past the tipsy teacher.
Dixion had to clamp her hands over her mouth to stop the laughter, but gave up when they had made it to the end of the hall. She collapsed on the floor, holding her stomach
Pietro helped her further from the music class until they stood in front of Dixion's locker.
"God, I never thought that about Ms. Johnson. She's always been really up tight." giggled Dixion.
Pietro smirked. "Just shows you people aren't what they seem to be."
Dixion looked at him, amused. "So you're saying your Mr. Prince charming under all those snide remarks?"
When he only shrugged, Dixion made to hit him, but he zipped up the stairs to the second floor.
"This is seriously not fair." she muttered as she raced up the stairs after him.
When she finally caught up to the speedster, he stood leaning against his locker, look very smug. He shook his finger at her, and pointed at his watch. "Geez, what took you so long? I've been waiting at least 2 minutes."
Dixion came over and placed a hand to her forehead, making to faint. "I'm truly sorry kind sir, but I thought it was important that I doll myself up before coming to see you."
"So that's why you look so bad. I thought you got jumped by some thugs."
Now this pissed Dixion off. She glared at him, placing her hands on her hips. "Now I don't have to take this from you, got it? Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home."
As she turned, Pietro caught her around the shoulders and walked along with her down the stairs, and across the hall to the doors. "Now I thought you wanted to see my place?"
"Well not now if you're going to be there."
Pietro pouted. "Why not? I thought you liked me?"
"When did I say that?"
"Well..."
"See I didn't, and probably the only reason you want me to come with you is because you want to show off to your buddies."
He shrugged. "Well that wasn't the only reason."
Dixion poked him in the ribs. "So what was the other reason?"
"Well..." Pietro moved toward the doors and made a show of opening them. He smirked. "It's pouring out."
Sure enough, it was. Some time during their detention, it had begun to rain and now it was come down so hard just a second in it would leave you soaked.
Dixion groaned and leaned against the windows. "Damn. I'm already 2 hours late and now it rains, just great."
"Um, Dixion, just a question but what is your power?"
"I can control the weather."
"So what are you complaining about?"
"OK. First of all, I'm too wiped to do anything, and second I don't have that kind of power to control that. I'm still learning you know."
"So looks like you need a ride."
"I would like one, yes."
"So come' on." Pietro grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the school. Instantly they were soaked.
Over the raging rain, Dixion began to yell. "ARE YOU CRAZY? HOW DO YOU EXCEPT TO GET HOME. I DON'T SEE A CAR ANYWHERE, AND WE'RE ALREADY SOAKED TO THE BONE AND-"
She broke off when Pietro picked her up and ran breaking what seemed like every land speed record to the home of the Brotherhood. He was surprised by how nicely she fit in his arms. ************************************************************************ Same as before.
"And I don't want to see you too act up in my class again." Ms. Johnson hiccupped.
"Boozer if I've ever seen one." Pietro whispered to Dixion has they slipped past the tipsy teacher.
Dixion had to clamp her hands over her mouth to stop the laughter, but gave up when they had made it to the end of the hall. She collapsed on the floor, holding her stomach
Pietro helped her further from the music class until they stood in front of Dixion's locker.
"God, I never thought that about Ms. Johnson. She's always been really up tight." giggled Dixion.
Pietro smirked. "Just shows you people aren't what they seem to be."
Dixion looked at him, amused. "So you're saying your Mr. Prince charming under all those snide remarks?"
When he only shrugged, Dixion made to hit him, but he zipped up the stairs to the second floor.
"This is seriously not fair." she muttered as she raced up the stairs after him.
When she finally caught up to the speedster, he stood leaning against his locker, look very smug. He shook his finger at her, and pointed at his watch. "Geez, what took you so long? I've been waiting at least 2 minutes."
Dixion came over and placed a hand to her forehead, making to faint. "I'm truly sorry kind sir, but I thought it was important that I doll myself up before coming to see you."
"So that's why you look so bad. I thought you got jumped by some thugs."
Now this pissed Dixion off. She glared at him, placing her hands on her hips. "Now I don't have to take this from you, got it? Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home."
As she turned, Pietro caught her around the shoulders and walked along with her down the stairs, and across the hall to the doors. "Now I thought you wanted to see my place?"
"Well not now if you're going to be there."
Pietro pouted. "Why not? I thought you liked me?"
"When did I say that?"
"Well..."
"See I didn't, and probably the only reason you want me to come with you is because you want to show off to your buddies."
He shrugged. "Well that wasn't the only reason."
Dixion poked him in the ribs. "So what was the other reason?"
"Well..." Pietro moved toward the doors and made a show of opening them. He smirked. "It's pouring out."
Sure enough, it was. Some time during their detention, it had begun to rain and now it was come down so hard just a second in it would leave you soaked.
Dixion groaned and leaned against the windows. "Damn. I'm already 2 hours late and now it rains, just great."
"Um, Dixion, just a question but what is your power?"
"I can control the weather."
"So what are you complaining about?"
"OK. First of all, I'm too wiped to do anything, and second I don't have that kind of power to control that. I'm still learning you know."
"So looks like you need a ride."
"I would like one, yes."
"So come' on." Pietro grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the school. Instantly they were soaked.
Over the raging rain, Dixion began to yell. "ARE YOU CRAZY? HOW DO YOU EXCEPT TO GET HOME. I DON'T SEE A CAR ANYWHERE, AND WE'RE ALREADY SOAKED TO THE BONE AND-"
She broke off when Pietro picked her up and ran breaking what seemed like every land speed record to the home of the Brotherhood. He was surprised by how nicely she fit in his arms. ************************************************************************ Same as before.
