K.K.L: Well this is chapter 2! I really hope you like it! Five minutes
after I wrote the first chapter I got a review! Even though I had NO clue
what it meant, it was pretty cool. Now if you really don't like it . . .
don't read it. But I really think this has potential! Oh well, enjoy!
Chapter 2
Pietro headed up the stairs to Lance's room. He was going to get some answers, see if it was true. Would Lance really hurt something so frail? Something he claimed to love? Pietro knocked rapidly on Lance's door, just as Kitty had done earlier. He hurt a girlish laugh and he felt his stomach clench. There was a loud stomping noise and the door swung open.
"Listen Kitty I thought I told you-Oh hey Pietro," he said after noticing it was Pietro and not Kitty. He ran a hand through his long brown hair and smiled.
"Lance? Did you hit Kitty?" he asked, getting straight to the point. Lance stared at him blankly, and then smiled.
"No, why would I ever hit my pretty Kitty?" he asked smiling innocently. For some reason Pietro believed him and nodded numbly.
"Why? Did she say I did?" the anger was obvious in his tone.
"No, I just-nevermind." He waved him off and retreated to his room. He flopped back down onto his bed.
~~Since when am I so interested in Kitty and lance's affair? Since when was I so interested in Valley Girl Pryde? Since I fell in love~~
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Kitty lye on her bed, a pack of ice pressed gently to her lip. How could Lance have hit her? Didn't he love her? And what about that girl in his closet? Was he . . . cheating on her, with that Stephanie girl? The tears flooded her vision and she pressed the ice pack down harder on her tender lip in frustration. She yelped as a prickle of pain surged in her lip and pulled the ice pack away again. The tears slipped out of her eyes and she sobbed quietly to herself. Pietro had been so nice and Lance had been so mean! Was the world slowly turning insane on her?
She sat up and swung her legs over the bed slowly. She was amazed she had even made it all the way to the institute. She wiped her eyes with her free hand and stood up. She was terribly hungry. She hadn't eaten dinner because she was still frightened about people finding out. She knew Lance would be even angrier and hurt her more if anyone knew, or ever found out. It was midnight so there was little chance she would run into anyone. She fazed through the floor and walked through the hall into the kitchen. She suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. Kurt was rummaging in the refrigerator, his blue tail bobbing up and down. She tried to step back silently but the floorboard creaked and Kurt spun around, a quart of ice cream and a spoon in hand.
"Katzchen?" he asked looking at the young brunette. She just stood silently there, averting her gaze from his intent stare.
"Katzchen vhat happened?" he asked stepping closer. She cringed away from him and ran, fazing through the wall. She didn't want anybody to see her like this but tomorrow was Monday and Kitty knew she'd need a lot of makeup.
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Kitty had managed to cover up some of the gigantic bruise on her face, but her lip was still swollen and cut open. As she walked down the hall she could hear people whisper and she could feel the people stare at her.
She spun the combination on her locker in a daze and opened her locker, shoving her books inside it and taking out her gym uniform. She caught a glimpse of herself in her small locker mirror and she stopped to gawk at the huge bruise. It was purple and swollen and disgusting, not to mention her lip was busted open and scabbing, along with making it puffy and bright red. She slammed her locker shut on the image and hurried to gym.
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Pietro sat on the bleachers watching as Kitty swerved left and right avoiding the other floor hockey players with stealth and grace. He couldn't take his eyes of the huge swollen cheek and busted lip. He felt sorry for her and how much pain she must have suffered. Suddenly a petite blond girl stuck her hockey stick right in front of Kitty's shin and Kitty, having not noticed it, tripped over it and came crashing down onto the hard linoleum floor.
"Maximoff!" the coach yelled, and Pietro ran as fast as normal would permit to the coach's side. Kitty sat on the floor holding her shin in pain, the tears glistening in her perfect sapphire eyes.
"Maximoff, take Miss Pryde to the nurse ASAP!" she commanded, "And Elizabeth, hit the bench!" The blond girl muttered something under her breath about 'stupid teachers pet' and took a seat on the bench. Pietro slowly helped Kitty to her feet and then scooped her up into his arms, cradling her like a child. There were a few snickers but Pietro ignored them. She struggled a bit but then folded her arms over her chest and glared. As soon as they were in the hall Pietro stopped and looked down at her.
"Kitty," he whispered. He was almost certain that Lance had done it. Kitty stared up at him, her bruise now even more revealed now that a few shed tears had washed away the make up. Her lip looked terrible and for some reason he wanted to kiss it, but he didn't want to cause her pain.
"Kitty, please tell me the truth," he said desperately, "Did Lance do this to you?" Kitty's gaze faltered for a second but her pathetic gaze replaced it after a few moments.
"No," she whispered, her eyes glistening with tears, "I told you, I just- fell down." Pietro's heart ached, because he knew she was lying, and she couldn't tell him. He couldn't blame her. After all he'd been such and asshole to her. But he loved teasing her and he wanted the old optimistic, happy Kitty to return.
"Kitty, you can trust me," he whispered, wanting desperately for her to open up to him. He didn't want her to get hurt anymore, but if she wouldn't tell him there was nothing he could do.
"No, I can't trust anyone, and even if I did there isn't anything I could trust you enough to tell," she murmured. Kitty felt a cold rush of air and then realized they were outside the nurse's office.
"Kitty, whenever you need me. . . I'm here."
Well? I reallyreallyREALLY hope you liked my story! Because it's 2:30 in the morning and I'm very tired! I stayed up all night to write this for you^.^! Yes, you! Well please R&R since I was slaving over a hot keyboard for you! Thankz! Bye!
~K.K.L~
Chapter 2
Pietro headed up the stairs to Lance's room. He was going to get some answers, see if it was true. Would Lance really hurt something so frail? Something he claimed to love? Pietro knocked rapidly on Lance's door, just as Kitty had done earlier. He hurt a girlish laugh and he felt his stomach clench. There was a loud stomping noise and the door swung open.
"Listen Kitty I thought I told you-Oh hey Pietro," he said after noticing it was Pietro and not Kitty. He ran a hand through his long brown hair and smiled.
"Lance? Did you hit Kitty?" he asked, getting straight to the point. Lance stared at him blankly, and then smiled.
"No, why would I ever hit my pretty Kitty?" he asked smiling innocently. For some reason Pietro believed him and nodded numbly.
"Why? Did she say I did?" the anger was obvious in his tone.
"No, I just-nevermind." He waved him off and retreated to his room. He flopped back down onto his bed.
~~Since when am I so interested in Kitty and lance's affair? Since when was I so interested in Valley Girl Pryde? Since I fell in love~~
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Kitty lye on her bed, a pack of ice pressed gently to her lip. How could Lance have hit her? Didn't he love her? And what about that girl in his closet? Was he . . . cheating on her, with that Stephanie girl? The tears flooded her vision and she pressed the ice pack down harder on her tender lip in frustration. She yelped as a prickle of pain surged in her lip and pulled the ice pack away again. The tears slipped out of her eyes and she sobbed quietly to herself. Pietro had been so nice and Lance had been so mean! Was the world slowly turning insane on her?
She sat up and swung her legs over the bed slowly. She was amazed she had even made it all the way to the institute. She wiped her eyes with her free hand and stood up. She was terribly hungry. She hadn't eaten dinner because she was still frightened about people finding out. She knew Lance would be even angrier and hurt her more if anyone knew, or ever found out. It was midnight so there was little chance she would run into anyone. She fazed through the floor and walked through the hall into the kitchen. She suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. Kurt was rummaging in the refrigerator, his blue tail bobbing up and down. She tried to step back silently but the floorboard creaked and Kurt spun around, a quart of ice cream and a spoon in hand.
"Katzchen?" he asked looking at the young brunette. She just stood silently there, averting her gaze from his intent stare.
"Katzchen vhat happened?" he asked stepping closer. She cringed away from him and ran, fazing through the wall. She didn't want anybody to see her like this but tomorrow was Monday and Kitty knew she'd need a lot of makeup.
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Kitty had managed to cover up some of the gigantic bruise on her face, but her lip was still swollen and cut open. As she walked down the hall she could hear people whisper and she could feel the people stare at her.
She spun the combination on her locker in a daze and opened her locker, shoving her books inside it and taking out her gym uniform. She caught a glimpse of herself in her small locker mirror and she stopped to gawk at the huge bruise. It was purple and swollen and disgusting, not to mention her lip was busted open and scabbing, along with making it puffy and bright red. She slammed her locker shut on the image and hurried to gym.
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Pietro sat on the bleachers watching as Kitty swerved left and right avoiding the other floor hockey players with stealth and grace. He couldn't take his eyes of the huge swollen cheek and busted lip. He felt sorry for her and how much pain she must have suffered. Suddenly a petite blond girl stuck her hockey stick right in front of Kitty's shin and Kitty, having not noticed it, tripped over it and came crashing down onto the hard linoleum floor.
"Maximoff!" the coach yelled, and Pietro ran as fast as normal would permit to the coach's side. Kitty sat on the floor holding her shin in pain, the tears glistening in her perfect sapphire eyes.
"Maximoff, take Miss Pryde to the nurse ASAP!" she commanded, "And Elizabeth, hit the bench!" The blond girl muttered something under her breath about 'stupid teachers pet' and took a seat on the bench. Pietro slowly helped Kitty to her feet and then scooped her up into his arms, cradling her like a child. There were a few snickers but Pietro ignored them. She struggled a bit but then folded her arms over her chest and glared. As soon as they were in the hall Pietro stopped and looked down at her.
"Kitty," he whispered. He was almost certain that Lance had done it. Kitty stared up at him, her bruise now even more revealed now that a few shed tears had washed away the make up. Her lip looked terrible and for some reason he wanted to kiss it, but he didn't want to cause her pain.
"Kitty, please tell me the truth," he said desperately, "Did Lance do this to you?" Kitty's gaze faltered for a second but her pathetic gaze replaced it after a few moments.
"No," she whispered, her eyes glistening with tears, "I told you, I just- fell down." Pietro's heart ached, because he knew she was lying, and she couldn't tell him. He couldn't blame her. After all he'd been such and asshole to her. But he loved teasing her and he wanted the old optimistic, happy Kitty to return.
"Kitty, you can trust me," he whispered, wanting desperately for her to open up to him. He didn't want her to get hurt anymore, but if she wouldn't tell him there was nothing he could do.
"No, I can't trust anyone, and even if I did there isn't anything I could trust you enough to tell," she murmured. Kitty felt a cold rush of air and then realized they were outside the nurse's office.
"Kitty, whenever you need me. . . I'm here."
Well? I reallyreallyREALLY hope you liked my story! Because it's 2:30 in the morning and I'm very tired! I stayed up all night to write this for you^.^! Yes, you! Well please R&R since I was slaving over a hot keyboard for you! Thankz! Bye!
~K.K.L~