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"I SWEAR THE NEXT PERSON TO ASK ME ANY QUESTION LIKE THAT WILL BE ELECTROCUTED AND THEN BEHEDED!" Scout screamed as the x-men followed her out of the kitchen.

"But-" Kurt began. Scout spun around at a speed that could have put quicksilver to shame. Kurt gulped as he saw the cold adimantium blade of Scout's Samurai sword held millimetres away his throat.

"Yes Kurt? Anything you'd like to say?" Scout asked her voice icily smooth.

"Uh Scout, I don't think it's an official rule but I know the Professor will not be happy with you if you behead Kurt." Rouge said to her friend.

"Uh Kitty, is this a bad time?" Lance asked from the door.

"No! Let's go, NOW!" Kitty said quickly phasing though Scott who tried to stop her leaving.

::Oh man, I can't believe I'm here! This is so low; this is an all new low. Maybe I could just go now and she would never know I was ever here.:: Pietro thought panicking slightly.

"I'll kill you, you blue fur ball!" a voice screamed from the main building of the institute. Pietro looked up to see Scout chasing after Kurt, sword in hand a Kurt who was running and teleporting like his life depended on it, which it probably did.

"Dude, I hope you have more luck with her than I have!" Kurt said to him as he teleported up close to him. He screamed and then teleported out just as Scout's blade slashed through the air but stopped just before where he had been. Scout dropped to the floor in shock.

"Hey, are you ok?" Pietro asked kneeling down as he saw tears coming from her eyes.

"I. I could've killed him." Scout stuttered.

"No way, you stopped the blade just in time." Pietro shook his head.

"But what if I hadn't? What if Kurt hadn't teleported out in time?" Scout hiccuped as she looked at him. Pietro felt his stomach jolt, he couldn't stand to see her cry.

"There's not point going if or what about anything. So you got lucky, you didn't hurt him, he's fine. That's all it is, there are so many things that I could say if or what to but if I did I wouldn't notice what's going on right now." Pietro soothed her wiping her tears away.

"That's pretty profound for someone who is supposed to be a self- centred ego-maniac. Or so I've heard anyway." Scout sniffed looking away.

"Yeah well, I just act like that, if people don't really know you then they can't hurt you where it hurts." Pietro shrugged.

"I do that, but I get really lonely, you know, not being able to tell people how you really feel." Scout sighed suddenly feeling cold.

"It's worth it. I think." Pietro replied not so certain of his theory now.

"Well it doesn't work. If it did you wouldn't have told me that." Scout said looking at him with her piercingly blue eyes. Pietro frowned slightly, she was right.

"I could say the same for you." He replied looking at her fascinated at what could make him be so open with someone. Scout sighed and leaned into him, before Pietro's thoughts could catch up with his body he had wrapped his arms around her, he was glad that Lance and Kitty had already left, he didn't want anyone to interrupt this. Pietro pulled her closer; he could smell her hair as it tickled his nose when he breathed in.

"You smell like strawberries." He told her for no particular reason. She turned around and buried her head in his chest.

"You smell like cinnamon." She replied slightly muffled by his shirt.

From a distance Rouge watched the potential mutant couple, how she envied what they had. There Pietro was stroking her bare shoulders where if anyone touched Rouge they could die, she didn't envy her friend over Pietro, but what her friend had: a relationship. She sighed, if only she could control her powers. Everywhere she looked there were couples, Lance and Kitty, Scott and Jean, Amanda and Kurt and now Scout and Pietro, there might even be a possibility of Storm and Wolverine getting together.

Rouge looked down at her gloved hands and her covered body, a simple hand-shake could knock someone out for hours, a hug maybe for days and a kiss. well her first boyfriend was in a coma for weeks. How could anyone love her like this?

Scout opened her locker and a single red rose fell out. Scout bent down to pick it up, she smelt it and frowned she looked in it and saw a small bag in it. She pulled it out and sniffed it, cinnamon. the words "remember me?" were written on the packet in tiny letters. Scout giggled for the first time in years as a little plan formed in her head.

Pietro tried for the fifth time to open his locker when he saw a little noted taped by the dial, how could he have missed it? He frowned and read it, "I've changed the combination, guess." Pietro frowned. It could only be Scout, he tried her name but to no avail, he tried his name but felt stupid when that wasn't it. He tried everything he could think of; he smacked his locker in frustration, Damn girl! How could she do this to him? How dare she fill his thoughts with images of herself and change his locker combination and smell so damn good?! It suddenly struck Pietro, he quickly spun the dial and spelt strawberries and his locker clicked open. He picked up a box inside that hadn't been there before; he opened it and found it full of strawberries. He smiled, ate one while grabbing his book and ran off to his next lesson.

"Y'know, for someone so quick you're pretty slow." Scout whispered to him after he came in late to science.

"You didn't have to be so damn cryptic!" Pietro hissed back.

"Would you want me any other way?" Scout smiled at him. It took Pietro no time at all to answer that.

"No." He smiled back still tasting the strawberry in his mouth.