Author's Note- I know she seemed to get over what happened awful quickly. That was an oversight on my part, I've just been trying to stay away from major angst; I apologize for that and the fact that this chapter is so short. Well, as always the more you review the faster I work.

Pietro steps in

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It's amazing

How you make your face just like a wall

How you take your heart and turn it off

How I turn my head and lose it all

-Matchbox Twenty

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Kitty sighed staring outside. It had been going on for a week now. Lance had been avoiding her for a week. She had tried to talk to him Monday but he had given her noncommittal responses. She sighed again. The bell rang and Kitty fled the room. She spotted a white-haired mutant in front of her. She smiled. Now she could get to the bottom of this. "Pietro!" she called.

Pietro paused walking to the side of the hallway so he wouldn't be trampled. "Oh, it's you," he said simply when Kitty walked over to him. "What do you want, Kitty-Cat?"

"Lance won't speak to me," Kitty said hating to pour her heart out to him but needing his help. "Did I, like, do something wrong?"

Pietro rolled his eyes. "He's come up with this idea that you're too good for him."

"What?" Kitty asked surprised.

"I know; he's an idiot. He apparently believes that you're. . . slumming it or something."

"What?!" Several people turned hearing Kitty yell causing Pietro to chuckle and Kitty to blush.

"I take that as a no."

"Why would he think that?"

"Girls do that a lot with guys like him. You know, the "bad boys" torn clothes, that type of stuff someone of my grace wouldn't be caught dead in." Kitty rolled her eyes. Pietro sighed leaning against a locker. "Do you want the chance to convince him that you're not using him?"

"Duh! Like, of course!"

"Lance goes shopping tonight," Pietro told her. "I'll make sure the house is empty until about twelve."

"Why are you even helping me?"

"Because Lance is brooding about you all the time. It's no fun making trouble unless there's the chance you'll get caught. It's really annoying, Pryde. So, take care of it tonight." He walked away.