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Chapter 4
Kitty's heart beat rapidly as she awaited his answer.
"Pietro," Kitty's jaw dropped. Such a simple statement changed every emotion she had at that particular moment. She blinked.
*0!!!! UNMASK!!!!*
Pietro slowly removed his mask. Kitty followed his lead, shaking her head slowly. She couldn't believe it! Pietro was the sweet, charming mystery man?! Kitty's heart was pounding even more fiercely than it had before.
"So, may I have my kiss now?" he asked casually, leaning forward so their faces were mere inches apart. Pietro wanted to kiss her!? Kitty blinked again. What was she supposed to do? Pietro decided for her and slowly his soft lips closed over hers and she was in a blissful state. He was so gentle, so tender. Not at all like the Pietro she knew. But the fact was, she didn't know Pietro. Not very well at least. Neither of them wanted the kiss to end but soon inevitably Pietro pulled away. Kitty stared up at the handsome silver haired sophomore.
"I take it you enjoyed that too," he said nonchalantly, running a hand through his hair. Kitty felt her cheeks burning crimson. She had felt fireworks erupt when their lips had met, she had felt everything she was supposed to feel and he was being so careless abut the kiss. Suddenly a thought dawned on Kitty. He had asked her if she would kiss him! Did that mean he liked her? She couldn't be sure.
"Pietro-" Kitty broke off. How could she trust someone like him? Some one who went through a different bimbo every week, not even bothering to remember their name? Was she just another girl on Pietro's infamous list of bimbos? Kitty looked away, trying desperately to avoid his gaze that was penetrating through her skin right to her heart. She could feel her body trembling no matter how hard she tried to stop it. Why did she feel this way? What was wrong with her!?
"Kitty," he whispered, drawing her closer to him. Her heartbeat increased dramatically as his icy blue eyes bore into her. There was a loud clatter of high-heels clacking against the linoleum floor and suddenly Rebecca was wrapping her bony arms around Pietro's neck; clinging to him like a life preserver. Kitty could feel the anger rising deep inside of her. But it was mixed with something else. Jealousy? Sadness? Disappointment?
"I thought you were coming with Tiffany," she spat, through clenched teeth. He smiled innocently at her, while trying desperately to pry the bubbling blond from his neck
"I did," he said innocently, "a-and Rebecca." Kitty could feel the anger filling her and suddenly she felt painful tears stinging at the corners of her eyes. How could she be so stupid!?
"Anyone else!?" she spat, her eyes narrowing dangerously. Suddenly a large crowd of at least five girls came clattering over to Pietro, all pushing and shoving to get to Pietro. Idiots, Kitty thought venomously. Kitty crossed her arms over her chest, gave a small 'hmph', and stomped away, her own high heels clacking against the floor.
* * * * *
Kitty felt a single tear slip down her cheek and suddenly the tears were flowing freely. She couldn't believe she had fallen for his stupid Maximoff charm! But it wasn't her fault, she convinced herself. She didn't know it was Pietro. She didn't fall in love with Pietro. She fell in love with the mystery man. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't convince herself it was true. She fell in love with Pietro Maximoff, playboy extraordinaire. She covered her face with her hands and suddenly she collided into something soft and the same sensation from before erupted inside of her her. The thoughts filled her head. Of Pietro as the masked man sweeping her onto the dance floor, then requesting a kiss, talking on the balcony, feeling so happy and actually as if she were in love and then finally the unmasking. Kitty suddenly snapped back to reality. She looked up into the icy blue eyes of Pietro, blushing as she realized her eyes were stained with streaks of mascara and were puffy and red. She glared at him, and stepped backwards.
"What do you want?" she snapped, wiping at her eyes. He smiled down at her, putting his finger under her chin and slowly lifting her face up to look him full in the face. She sniffled and shut her eyes. She felt an odd, pleasuring sensation as Pietro's lips brushed her own and fireworks once again erupted.
It was the best feeling in the world.
Fin~
Chapter 4
Kitty's heart beat rapidly as she awaited his answer.
"Pietro," Kitty's jaw dropped. Such a simple statement changed every emotion she had at that particular moment. She blinked.
*0!!!! UNMASK!!!!*
Pietro slowly removed his mask. Kitty followed his lead, shaking her head slowly. She couldn't believe it! Pietro was the sweet, charming mystery man?! Kitty's heart was pounding even more fiercely than it had before.
"So, may I have my kiss now?" he asked casually, leaning forward so their faces were mere inches apart. Pietro wanted to kiss her!? Kitty blinked again. What was she supposed to do? Pietro decided for her and slowly his soft lips closed over hers and she was in a blissful state. He was so gentle, so tender. Not at all like the Pietro she knew. But the fact was, she didn't know Pietro. Not very well at least. Neither of them wanted the kiss to end but soon inevitably Pietro pulled away. Kitty stared up at the handsome silver haired sophomore.
"I take it you enjoyed that too," he said nonchalantly, running a hand through his hair. Kitty felt her cheeks burning crimson. She had felt fireworks erupt when their lips had met, she had felt everything she was supposed to feel and he was being so careless abut the kiss. Suddenly a thought dawned on Kitty. He had asked her if she would kiss him! Did that mean he liked her? She couldn't be sure.
"Pietro-" Kitty broke off. How could she trust someone like him? Some one who went through a different bimbo every week, not even bothering to remember their name? Was she just another girl on Pietro's infamous list of bimbos? Kitty looked away, trying desperately to avoid his gaze that was penetrating through her skin right to her heart. She could feel her body trembling no matter how hard she tried to stop it. Why did she feel this way? What was wrong with her!?
"Kitty," he whispered, drawing her closer to him. Her heartbeat increased dramatically as his icy blue eyes bore into her. There was a loud clatter of high-heels clacking against the linoleum floor and suddenly Rebecca was wrapping her bony arms around Pietro's neck; clinging to him like a life preserver. Kitty could feel the anger rising deep inside of her. But it was mixed with something else. Jealousy? Sadness? Disappointment?
"I thought you were coming with Tiffany," she spat, through clenched teeth. He smiled innocently at her, while trying desperately to pry the bubbling blond from his neck
"I did," he said innocently, "a-and Rebecca." Kitty could feel the anger filling her and suddenly she felt painful tears stinging at the corners of her eyes. How could she be so stupid!?
"Anyone else!?" she spat, her eyes narrowing dangerously. Suddenly a large crowd of at least five girls came clattering over to Pietro, all pushing and shoving to get to Pietro. Idiots, Kitty thought venomously. Kitty crossed her arms over her chest, gave a small 'hmph', and stomped away, her own high heels clacking against the floor.
* * * * *
Kitty felt a single tear slip down her cheek and suddenly the tears were flowing freely. She couldn't believe she had fallen for his stupid Maximoff charm! But it wasn't her fault, she convinced herself. She didn't know it was Pietro. She didn't fall in love with Pietro. She fell in love with the mystery man. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't convince herself it was true. She fell in love with Pietro Maximoff, playboy extraordinaire. She covered her face with her hands and suddenly she collided into something soft and the same sensation from before erupted inside of her her. The thoughts filled her head. Of Pietro as the masked man sweeping her onto the dance floor, then requesting a kiss, talking on the balcony, feeling so happy and actually as if she were in love and then finally the unmasking. Kitty suddenly snapped back to reality. She looked up into the icy blue eyes of Pietro, blushing as she realized her eyes were stained with streaks of mascara and were puffy and red. She glared at him, and stepped backwards.
"What do you want?" she snapped, wiping at her eyes. He smiled down at her, putting his finger under her chin and slowly lifting her face up to look him full in the face. She sniffled and shut her eyes. She felt an odd, pleasuring sensation as Pietro's lips brushed her own and fireworks once again erupted.
It was the best feeling in the world.
Fin~