Stranded
6 months had passed. Kitty had managed to continually avoid Pietro. He seemed to have given up and moved on. She seemed to move on as well, as she was back with Bram. But that was just what she wanted people to think. Only Rogue knew the truth. And though Kitty kept telling Rogue that she didn't like Pietro anymore, Rogue didn't believe her for a second. It was obvious to Rogue that Kitty pining away for Pietro even more than before. Rogue was also fairly certain that Pietro still liked Kitty. Sometimes, she caught him staring longingly at Kitty from across the cafeteria. The heat in that gaze gave Rogue chills. How she wished that someone would look at her like that. And Kitty was completely oblivious, or at least she pretended to be.
'Ungrateful,' Rogue thought bitterly. She instantly felt bad for thinking that. It wasn't Kitty's fault that she could never get close to anyone. Still, Rogue couldn't believe that Kitty was putting herself through even more pain. She deserved some happiness in her life after Lance died, but she just pushed it away.
****************************At School******************************
Kitty sat in Math class lost in thought. Her life was finally getting back to normal. She didn't burst into tears when she thought of Lance anymore. Instead, she smiled at the memories of her first love. It had taken while, but she'd finally realized that Lance wasn't her true love. She had eager and excited when he'd taken an interest in her. They'd had fun together, and she'd discovered that he was a wonderful person. Wonderful, but in a friend-type of a way. They just weren't meant to be romantically. And somehow she knew, wherever he was, that Lance knew that too.
She was back with Bram. When they first started dating, she had been sure that he was different. Special. But the more she saw of him, the more she realized that she had been wrong yet again. He was a nice guy, smart, considerate. But he just wasn't the one. Kitty wondered if she was destined to always fall in love with guys that she was only meant to be friends with. That was slightly depressing. What if she never found her true love? 'You've already found him and you know it,' her heart told her. Kitty sighed. Pietro. Whatever interest he'd had in her after Lance died had totally disappeared. Not that she'd helped by avoiding him at all costs.
It was hard to explain. She knew that Rogue didn't understand. But it hurt, it physically hurt to be in the same room with him. To know that he was so close, but so far away was unbearable. Besides, he'd never liked her anyway. 'This whole thing is ridiculous," she scolded herself. 'You're talking like Maximoff actually liked you at one time, but he never did. We were hardly even friends. And we're definitely not friends now.'
Across the room, Pietro was watching Kitty. He could tell that she wasn't paying attention. He wondered what she was thinking about. 'Probably what's-his-face, her boyfriend.' He frowned. The thought of Kitty out on a date with that guy made him angry. 'He's totally wrong for her. Why the hell did she pick him anyway? Of all the guys...Me, who has wanted her, loved her, since the first day Lance brought her home. And she picks him.' 'It's not like you were nice to her Maximoff. She probably thinks that you hate her. Idiot.' He cringed. How had he let things get so screwed up? This wasn't how it was supposed to be. When he found his one true love, he was supposed to sweep her off her feet and carry her off somewhere. From there, they could tell each other everything, declare their undying love, and proceed to make out like crazy. Because he needed that. He needed that commitment, that sacred promise. He needed to know that they would be together forever. He was so sick of those quickie relationships with the usual bimbos. He was ready more something bigger. Something bigger that he'd hoped to have with Kitty. But it looked like that was never gonna happen.
'I must be crazy,' he told himself. 'How can I be in love with a girl that I'm not even really friends with?'
***************************After School******************************
Once school was over, Kitty was heading out to Scott's car when she remembered that she had left her Math textbook in the Math classroom. And she needed it to do her homework tonight.
"Damn," she muttered to herself. "If Scott leaves without me, I'll kill him." Running up to the third floor math classroom, she burst through the door. Kitty stopped short when she saw Pietro sitting on one of the desks. He was the only one in the room. Kitty blushed. 'Damn it to hell,' she thought to herself. 'Of all the people to be here, it just had to be him. And I probably look awful after sprinting up the stairs.' She quickly smoothed down her hair and tried to stop panting.
Pietro raised an eyebrow and smirked at her. "Why so breathless Pryde? I mean, I know I'm gorgeous but really. Try to get a hold of yourself."
Kitty stared at him, shocked. He was suddenly acting like the old Pietro again. Arrogant, full of himself, jerk. She dropped her backpack on the floor, determined to act like the old Kitty would. "Oh please Pietro. Don't flatter yourself. Your ego is already big enough."
"That insult is getting old Pryde. Can't you come up with anything else? I thought you were supposed to be smart."
Kitty bristled. "Look Pietro, I'm really not in the mood to deal with you. I just came to get my book." She looked around the room. Her book didn't seem to be here.
"What's the matter? That time of the month? Anyway, Mr. Caruana was carrying a Math book with him when he left. Said something about putting it in the lost and found."
Kitty groaned. "Great, just great. Where did he go anyway? Oh, and don't think you can get away with sexist remarks about me being on my period."
Pietro chuckled. "He went to get the homework that I missed when I was sick last week. Don't worry, I'll keep you company while you wait. I'm sure we can think of something to do while we wait." He raised an eyebrow suggestively.
'Breath Kitty, breath,' she ordered herself. 'He's just joking. Calm down.' She was desperate not to let him know just how close that remark was to her actual thoughts. The boy was criminally good looking, how could a girl resist? She couldn't even focus on the fact that he was being a jerk, his chiseled physique was all too visible in the tight shirt he had on.
Pietro saw her blush faintly and grinned.
She saw him grin and blanched. Could he tell what she was thinking? "I have a boyfriend Pietro. Not every girl is in love with you, you know. Some of us actually want substance in a relationship."
Pietro tried not to show how deeply that remark cut him. She thought he was just a playboy. She wouldn't even consider him as a proper boyfriend. To recover, he came back with a sarcastic retort. "Oh yes, Brian.," he said, purposely getting the name wrong. "You two must have just oodles of fun together. He seems like a very exciting chap."
Kitty glared at him. "His name is Bram. And what we do together, or how much fun we have, is none of your business!"
Pietro glared back. "Please, spare me the details. I might fall asleep listening to them."
"Ugh!" shrieked Kitty. "You are just impossible! I don't know how I ever-" She stopped, embarrassed. One more word and she would have confessed to liking him.
Pietro's face was suddenly inches away from her own. "You don't know how you ever what?" he asked softly.
Kitty tried to avoid his penetrating stare, but she found that her eyes were magnetically drawn to his. She couldn't look away. "I---I , nothing. It was nothing," she finally stammered.
"Kitty, you don't know how you ever WHAT?" he asked more forcefully. "Tell me! I need to know! Please," he added gently.
But Kitty was mesmerized by something over Pietro's shoulder. "Oh my God. Wow." She walked over to the window and looked out. Or at least she tried to. All of the windows were completely white.
While they had been arguing, neither of them noticed that it had started to snow. It was January, so snow wasn't surprising. But it was the magnitude and speed of which the snow had fallen that was. You couldn't see out of the window at all. Not at all.
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Yay! Chapter 9 is up. And it was happier, yes? It's been snowing like crazy here in New York. And yet my stupid school still hasn't giving us a snow day. I swear, there was a foot of snow in my driveway, and I still had to go to school. Grrrrr. lol.
Anyway, hope you all liked it. Big hugs to my reviewers, I love you guys.
Here's a little preview of the next chappie: Picture it. Kitty and Pietro stranded. Together. With only each other for company. What will they do?!? You'll have to read, review, and find out. *winks*
Keep Reviewing Please!
~Druid-Priestess~
6 months had passed. Kitty had managed to continually avoid Pietro. He seemed to have given up and moved on. She seemed to move on as well, as she was back with Bram. But that was just what she wanted people to think. Only Rogue knew the truth. And though Kitty kept telling Rogue that she didn't like Pietro anymore, Rogue didn't believe her for a second. It was obvious to Rogue that Kitty pining away for Pietro even more than before. Rogue was also fairly certain that Pietro still liked Kitty. Sometimes, she caught him staring longingly at Kitty from across the cafeteria. The heat in that gaze gave Rogue chills. How she wished that someone would look at her like that. And Kitty was completely oblivious, or at least she pretended to be.
'Ungrateful,' Rogue thought bitterly. She instantly felt bad for thinking that. It wasn't Kitty's fault that she could never get close to anyone. Still, Rogue couldn't believe that Kitty was putting herself through even more pain. She deserved some happiness in her life after Lance died, but she just pushed it away.
****************************At School******************************
Kitty sat in Math class lost in thought. Her life was finally getting back to normal. She didn't burst into tears when she thought of Lance anymore. Instead, she smiled at the memories of her first love. It had taken while, but she'd finally realized that Lance wasn't her true love. She had eager and excited when he'd taken an interest in her. They'd had fun together, and she'd discovered that he was a wonderful person. Wonderful, but in a friend-type of a way. They just weren't meant to be romantically. And somehow she knew, wherever he was, that Lance knew that too.
She was back with Bram. When they first started dating, she had been sure that he was different. Special. But the more she saw of him, the more she realized that she had been wrong yet again. He was a nice guy, smart, considerate. But he just wasn't the one. Kitty wondered if she was destined to always fall in love with guys that she was only meant to be friends with. That was slightly depressing. What if she never found her true love? 'You've already found him and you know it,' her heart told her. Kitty sighed. Pietro. Whatever interest he'd had in her after Lance died had totally disappeared. Not that she'd helped by avoiding him at all costs.
It was hard to explain. She knew that Rogue didn't understand. But it hurt, it physically hurt to be in the same room with him. To know that he was so close, but so far away was unbearable. Besides, he'd never liked her anyway. 'This whole thing is ridiculous," she scolded herself. 'You're talking like Maximoff actually liked you at one time, but he never did. We were hardly even friends. And we're definitely not friends now.'
Across the room, Pietro was watching Kitty. He could tell that she wasn't paying attention. He wondered what she was thinking about. 'Probably what's-his-face, her boyfriend.' He frowned. The thought of Kitty out on a date with that guy made him angry. 'He's totally wrong for her. Why the hell did she pick him anyway? Of all the guys...Me, who has wanted her, loved her, since the first day Lance brought her home. And she picks him.' 'It's not like you were nice to her Maximoff. She probably thinks that you hate her. Idiot.' He cringed. How had he let things get so screwed up? This wasn't how it was supposed to be. When he found his one true love, he was supposed to sweep her off her feet and carry her off somewhere. From there, they could tell each other everything, declare their undying love, and proceed to make out like crazy. Because he needed that. He needed that commitment, that sacred promise. He needed to know that they would be together forever. He was so sick of those quickie relationships with the usual bimbos. He was ready more something bigger. Something bigger that he'd hoped to have with Kitty. But it looked like that was never gonna happen.
'I must be crazy,' he told himself. 'How can I be in love with a girl that I'm not even really friends with?'
***************************After School******************************
Once school was over, Kitty was heading out to Scott's car when she remembered that she had left her Math textbook in the Math classroom. And she needed it to do her homework tonight.
"Damn," she muttered to herself. "If Scott leaves without me, I'll kill him." Running up to the third floor math classroom, she burst through the door. Kitty stopped short when she saw Pietro sitting on one of the desks. He was the only one in the room. Kitty blushed. 'Damn it to hell,' she thought to herself. 'Of all the people to be here, it just had to be him. And I probably look awful after sprinting up the stairs.' She quickly smoothed down her hair and tried to stop panting.
Pietro raised an eyebrow and smirked at her. "Why so breathless Pryde? I mean, I know I'm gorgeous but really. Try to get a hold of yourself."
Kitty stared at him, shocked. He was suddenly acting like the old Pietro again. Arrogant, full of himself, jerk. She dropped her backpack on the floor, determined to act like the old Kitty would. "Oh please Pietro. Don't flatter yourself. Your ego is already big enough."
"That insult is getting old Pryde. Can't you come up with anything else? I thought you were supposed to be smart."
Kitty bristled. "Look Pietro, I'm really not in the mood to deal with you. I just came to get my book." She looked around the room. Her book didn't seem to be here.
"What's the matter? That time of the month? Anyway, Mr. Caruana was carrying a Math book with him when he left. Said something about putting it in the lost and found."
Kitty groaned. "Great, just great. Where did he go anyway? Oh, and don't think you can get away with sexist remarks about me being on my period."
Pietro chuckled. "He went to get the homework that I missed when I was sick last week. Don't worry, I'll keep you company while you wait. I'm sure we can think of something to do while we wait." He raised an eyebrow suggestively.
'Breath Kitty, breath,' she ordered herself. 'He's just joking. Calm down.' She was desperate not to let him know just how close that remark was to her actual thoughts. The boy was criminally good looking, how could a girl resist? She couldn't even focus on the fact that he was being a jerk, his chiseled physique was all too visible in the tight shirt he had on.
Pietro saw her blush faintly and grinned.
She saw him grin and blanched. Could he tell what she was thinking? "I have a boyfriend Pietro. Not every girl is in love with you, you know. Some of us actually want substance in a relationship."
Pietro tried not to show how deeply that remark cut him. She thought he was just a playboy. She wouldn't even consider him as a proper boyfriend. To recover, he came back with a sarcastic retort. "Oh yes, Brian.," he said, purposely getting the name wrong. "You two must have just oodles of fun together. He seems like a very exciting chap."
Kitty glared at him. "His name is Bram. And what we do together, or how much fun we have, is none of your business!"
Pietro glared back. "Please, spare me the details. I might fall asleep listening to them."
"Ugh!" shrieked Kitty. "You are just impossible! I don't know how I ever-" She stopped, embarrassed. One more word and she would have confessed to liking him.
Pietro's face was suddenly inches away from her own. "You don't know how you ever what?" he asked softly.
Kitty tried to avoid his penetrating stare, but she found that her eyes were magnetically drawn to his. She couldn't look away. "I---I , nothing. It was nothing," she finally stammered.
"Kitty, you don't know how you ever WHAT?" he asked more forcefully. "Tell me! I need to know! Please," he added gently.
But Kitty was mesmerized by something over Pietro's shoulder. "Oh my God. Wow." She walked over to the window and looked out. Or at least she tried to. All of the windows were completely white.
While they had been arguing, neither of them noticed that it had started to snow. It was January, so snow wasn't surprising. But it was the magnitude and speed of which the snow had fallen that was. You couldn't see out of the window at all. Not at all.
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Yay! Chapter 9 is up. And it was happier, yes? It's been snowing like crazy here in New York. And yet my stupid school still hasn't giving us a snow day. I swear, there was a foot of snow in my driveway, and I still had to go to school. Grrrrr. lol.
Anyway, hope you all liked it. Big hugs to my reviewers, I love you guys.
Here's a little preview of the next chappie: Picture it. Kitty and Pietro stranded. Together. With only each other for company. What will they do?!? You'll have to read, review, and find out. *winks*
Keep Reviewing Please!
~Druid-Priestess~