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School fuckin' sucks, school fuckin' sucks. This chant was running through Pietro's head non-stop all day. He had tried to fix the trouble he had gotten himself into, but that had to be the worst idea of his life.
He hadn't seen Dixion at all, except in class but he couldn't really come out and apologize then. It would ruin his reputation. He figured she was still highly pissed about the fight. He planned to get her after school. After basketball tryouts. The tryouts couldn't take that long could they?
Just as he entered the gymnasium, Pietro heard Dixion laugh and thought his day might end on a good note. That is until he saw whom she was laughing at.
At the other end of the gym, Evan had his arms around Dixion and was swinging her around in circles. As Pietro watched, Evan set Dixion back on her feet then bent down and whispered something in her ear. This sent her into a fit of giggles. She then pushed him backwards toward the court and climbed the bleachers to sit with Rogue and Rogue's new boy toy, that Remy guy.
The thought of leaving crossed Pietro's mind. Along with the thought of killing Evan. Then the sweet little voice whispered in his ear a plan that he knew would make him feel better. ***************************************************************************
He caught her eye as he made his way across the gym. Dixion's stomach dropped, and her good mood went out the window. She really didn't feel like dealing with Pietro right now.
She hadn't exactly told Evan about her fight with Pietro but she figured he knew for someone in the house telling him. But he didn't bring it up. In fact, he acted as if it was just another day, joking with her over breakfast. He had almost died when she mentioned him coming with her to the movies, along with Rogue and Remy. He had accepted instantly, and since then any moment he could, he was making some sort of physical contact with her. Be it holding her hand to hugging her to simply poking her to get a raise out of her.
Pietro dropped his stuff at the bottom of the bleachers, and looked up at her. She was praying he would say something stupid just so she could smash his face in, but he simply smiled and said "Hey ladies," nodded toward Remy and turned toward the court. Evan looked ready to kill him, but when Pietro came up to him, he slapped Evan on the back, and taunted him for thinking he would beat himself in tryouts. Evan smirked back, accepting the challenge and they went onto practicing.
Dixion was shocking beyond all comprehension. They were acting all buddy- buddy, when they should hate each other's guts. When she looked to Rogue for an answer, she looked just as confused.
'Damn me' went through Dixion's head as she sat watching the guys play basketball. ***************************************************************************
Tryouts finished a couple hours later. Dixion had lain down on the bleachers after a hour, and was asleep by the hour and a half mark hit. Rogue was worried at first Dixion would move and fall off the bleachers, but eventually she figured Dixion wasn't going anywhere. She left with Remy soon after Dixion was out.
Dixion dreamed, but it was in flashes. Things to tease the senses. A tingle running up along her neck. Something brushing against her cheek. A warm breath against her skin. Then wrapped in warmth.
Then she was up and moving, half walking, half carried. She was still mostly asleep and couldn't really tell what was happening or where she was going. When she opened her eyes, Dixion was blinded by the sunlight. Then she was dumped on the ground.
"Dammit! What the hell?" Dixion shaded her eyes as she tried to sit up.
"Oh, sleeping beauty doesn't sound too happy, does she?" questioned Pietro's mocking voice.
What the hell is going through his head, Dixion asked herself. And where the hell did Evan go?
"Geez, she's like that every morning. Until she gets her caffeine she's on a warpath." Evan protested.
Dixion's eyes had finally adjusted to bright outdoors. She found herself seated between Evan and Pietro under a large oak tree, not far from the gym. The tree's ancient branches cast a circle of shade that stopped just beyond her outstretched legs. Did she dare ask, or sit in silence. "Is anyone going to explain to me what's going on, or am I just gonna sit here in the dark?"
"Explain what?" Pietro asked easily, shifting to lay down with his head in her lap.
Dixion was ready to snap his neck. "Firstly, what's with you two being all buddy-buddy?" She looked toward Evan for an answer. He had his eyes closed, almost still enough to be sleeping. She looked down at Pietro. He looked back at her innocently. "Well?"
He reached up and ran his hands through her hair. "Have you ever thought of cutting your hair, or wearing it back more? You know, to show off more of you face."
Dixion gritted her teeth, shoving him away from her. "Your hopeless, and I still hate you."
Pietro sat up, dusted himself off. "For what?"
"For being such a prick. You blatantly stated yesterday that I was not good enough for you. I believe your exact words were, 'Why I ever settled for you is beyond me'. Am I wrong?" Dixion was starting to find it hard to breathe. All those feelings she had pushed away this morning were rushing back, and began to choke her.
"You just turned around and rubbed it in my face not that long ago! I remember seeing you acting quite close to Evan there."
"You used me Pietro! You tried to turn me against my family and friends!"
"So that's how you justify your actions?"
"You said you didn't want me, so what does it matter to you what I do. Anyways I'm only friends with Evan. He knows that."
Through this whole argument, Pietro had moved closer. Inch by inch. Now he was almost nose-to-nose with Dixion. He looked into her eyes: they were cold blue and filled with tears. But none had spilled down her face. He figured they wouldn't for him.
Before Dixion could say anything more, Pietro pressed her against the tree in a crushing kiss. It was full anger at first, but turned to a gentleness she didn't think Pietro had. He held her face to his with a feather light touch, before pulling back only slightly.
He was surprised to see the tears streaming down her face. He knew then that he could say the words would solve everything. Hopefully.
"Dixion I'm so sorry. Could you ever forgive me?"
He said the words so quietly she wasn't sure she heard them right. But when he moved back, looking completely disheartened, she knew she was right.
Dixion choked it out on a sob. "Yes."
Pietro stopped in his tracks, staring at her. "What?"
"She said yes you ass." Evan finally revived, stood and started to walk away. "Later guys."
Dixion let out a strangled laugh, wiping her face. "That's Evan for you. Always so blunt."
Pietro moved forward again. "So where do you think we will go from here?"
"I don't know," Dixion sighed, pulling her hair back from her face. "I said I can forgive you. I still don't know if I can trust you."
"What are you saying?" Pietro asked, already feeling his spirit dropping.
She looked directly at him. "I need time. That's all."
Pietro let out a breath. "Time."
"Yeah. We really don't know anything about each other, and we haven't had the best time going for us..."
"So I guess that's it."
Dixion shrugged. "I wouldn't say that. We're just gonna have to start over."
Pietro sat quietly for a while. Then he started to smirk. "You mean like a first date and all that?"
Dixion resolve started to crack, and she started to giggle. "I guess that would make sense."
"I'm not getting all dressed up and bringing you flowers." He stated very seriously, crossing his arms over his chest.
Dixion couldn't help but laugh at the image of him doing it. "Alright, and I'm not going to dress up like some sleazy Barbie and act like an airhead."
"Well, you're just no fun."
*"Screw you guy, I'm going home." Dixion got to her feet and looked around at her surroundings. The school grounds were empty and the sky was starting to darken. It was going to be a quite walk home. ****************************************************************************
Ok, there was another chapter. *this isn't really an important thing but that line is from South Park. Oh, one more thing. I'm sorta at a writing block so if you have any ideas, I'd be happy to hear them.
School fuckin' sucks, school fuckin' sucks. This chant was running through Pietro's head non-stop all day. He had tried to fix the trouble he had gotten himself into, but that had to be the worst idea of his life.
He hadn't seen Dixion at all, except in class but he couldn't really come out and apologize then. It would ruin his reputation. He figured she was still highly pissed about the fight. He planned to get her after school. After basketball tryouts. The tryouts couldn't take that long could they?
Just as he entered the gymnasium, Pietro heard Dixion laugh and thought his day might end on a good note. That is until he saw whom she was laughing at.
At the other end of the gym, Evan had his arms around Dixion and was swinging her around in circles. As Pietro watched, Evan set Dixion back on her feet then bent down and whispered something in her ear. This sent her into a fit of giggles. She then pushed him backwards toward the court and climbed the bleachers to sit with Rogue and Rogue's new boy toy, that Remy guy.
The thought of leaving crossed Pietro's mind. Along with the thought of killing Evan. Then the sweet little voice whispered in his ear a plan that he knew would make him feel better. ***************************************************************************
He caught her eye as he made his way across the gym. Dixion's stomach dropped, and her good mood went out the window. She really didn't feel like dealing with Pietro right now.
She hadn't exactly told Evan about her fight with Pietro but she figured he knew for someone in the house telling him. But he didn't bring it up. In fact, he acted as if it was just another day, joking with her over breakfast. He had almost died when she mentioned him coming with her to the movies, along with Rogue and Remy. He had accepted instantly, and since then any moment he could, he was making some sort of physical contact with her. Be it holding her hand to hugging her to simply poking her to get a raise out of her.
Pietro dropped his stuff at the bottom of the bleachers, and looked up at her. She was praying he would say something stupid just so she could smash his face in, but he simply smiled and said "Hey ladies," nodded toward Remy and turned toward the court. Evan looked ready to kill him, but when Pietro came up to him, he slapped Evan on the back, and taunted him for thinking he would beat himself in tryouts. Evan smirked back, accepting the challenge and they went onto practicing.
Dixion was shocking beyond all comprehension. They were acting all buddy- buddy, when they should hate each other's guts. When she looked to Rogue for an answer, she looked just as confused.
'Damn me' went through Dixion's head as she sat watching the guys play basketball. ***************************************************************************
Tryouts finished a couple hours later. Dixion had lain down on the bleachers after a hour, and was asleep by the hour and a half mark hit. Rogue was worried at first Dixion would move and fall off the bleachers, but eventually she figured Dixion wasn't going anywhere. She left with Remy soon after Dixion was out.
Dixion dreamed, but it was in flashes. Things to tease the senses. A tingle running up along her neck. Something brushing against her cheek. A warm breath against her skin. Then wrapped in warmth.
Then she was up and moving, half walking, half carried. She was still mostly asleep and couldn't really tell what was happening or where she was going. When she opened her eyes, Dixion was blinded by the sunlight. Then she was dumped on the ground.
"Dammit! What the hell?" Dixion shaded her eyes as she tried to sit up.
"Oh, sleeping beauty doesn't sound too happy, does she?" questioned Pietro's mocking voice.
What the hell is going through his head, Dixion asked herself. And where the hell did Evan go?
"Geez, she's like that every morning. Until she gets her caffeine she's on a warpath." Evan protested.
Dixion's eyes had finally adjusted to bright outdoors. She found herself seated between Evan and Pietro under a large oak tree, not far from the gym. The tree's ancient branches cast a circle of shade that stopped just beyond her outstretched legs. Did she dare ask, or sit in silence. "Is anyone going to explain to me what's going on, or am I just gonna sit here in the dark?"
"Explain what?" Pietro asked easily, shifting to lay down with his head in her lap.
Dixion was ready to snap his neck. "Firstly, what's with you two being all buddy-buddy?" She looked toward Evan for an answer. He had his eyes closed, almost still enough to be sleeping. She looked down at Pietro. He looked back at her innocently. "Well?"
He reached up and ran his hands through her hair. "Have you ever thought of cutting your hair, or wearing it back more? You know, to show off more of you face."
Dixion gritted her teeth, shoving him away from her. "Your hopeless, and I still hate you."
Pietro sat up, dusted himself off. "For what?"
"For being such a prick. You blatantly stated yesterday that I was not good enough for you. I believe your exact words were, 'Why I ever settled for you is beyond me'. Am I wrong?" Dixion was starting to find it hard to breathe. All those feelings she had pushed away this morning were rushing back, and began to choke her.
"You just turned around and rubbed it in my face not that long ago! I remember seeing you acting quite close to Evan there."
"You used me Pietro! You tried to turn me against my family and friends!"
"So that's how you justify your actions?"
"You said you didn't want me, so what does it matter to you what I do. Anyways I'm only friends with Evan. He knows that."
Through this whole argument, Pietro had moved closer. Inch by inch. Now he was almost nose-to-nose with Dixion. He looked into her eyes: they were cold blue and filled with tears. But none had spilled down her face. He figured they wouldn't for him.
Before Dixion could say anything more, Pietro pressed her against the tree in a crushing kiss. It was full anger at first, but turned to a gentleness she didn't think Pietro had. He held her face to his with a feather light touch, before pulling back only slightly.
He was surprised to see the tears streaming down her face. He knew then that he could say the words would solve everything. Hopefully.
"Dixion I'm so sorry. Could you ever forgive me?"
He said the words so quietly she wasn't sure she heard them right. But when he moved back, looking completely disheartened, she knew she was right.
Dixion choked it out on a sob. "Yes."
Pietro stopped in his tracks, staring at her. "What?"
"She said yes you ass." Evan finally revived, stood and started to walk away. "Later guys."
Dixion let out a strangled laugh, wiping her face. "That's Evan for you. Always so blunt."
Pietro moved forward again. "So where do you think we will go from here?"
"I don't know," Dixion sighed, pulling her hair back from her face. "I said I can forgive you. I still don't know if I can trust you."
"What are you saying?" Pietro asked, already feeling his spirit dropping.
She looked directly at him. "I need time. That's all."
Pietro let out a breath. "Time."
"Yeah. We really don't know anything about each other, and we haven't had the best time going for us..."
"So I guess that's it."
Dixion shrugged. "I wouldn't say that. We're just gonna have to start over."
Pietro sat quietly for a while. Then he started to smirk. "You mean like a first date and all that?"
Dixion resolve started to crack, and she started to giggle. "I guess that would make sense."
"I'm not getting all dressed up and bringing you flowers." He stated very seriously, crossing his arms over his chest.
Dixion couldn't help but laugh at the image of him doing it. "Alright, and I'm not going to dress up like some sleazy Barbie and act like an airhead."
"Well, you're just no fun."
*"Screw you guy, I'm going home." Dixion got to her feet and looked around at her surroundings. The school grounds were empty and the sky was starting to darken. It was going to be a quite walk home. ****************************************************************************
Ok, there was another chapter. *this isn't really an important thing but that line is from South Park. Oh, one more thing. I'm sorta at a writing block so if you have any ideas, I'd be happy to hear them.
