"Morning, Pietro!" Kitty giggled happily, twirling a pen in her hands. Pietro sat on the stool across the table from her and opened his Chemistry book. "Morning." Pietro couldn't forget what Jake had said in the locker room, it had been bothering him all night-and all morning. "What's wrong with you, grumpy? Geez, can't a girl say hello?" "Yesterday you wouldn't speak two decent words in my direction and now you want to talk? Did you drink too much coffee this morning?" "Naawww.. You know that feeling, when all your dreams come true an you could just scream from the incredibleness of everything?" "Actually, I don't." Pietro replied grimly, flipping a page in his book. "Aren't you going to ask what happened?" "No." "Fine. I'll tell you anyway. So ohmygod after the basketball game yesterday guess who asked me out, guess! OKay, be that way. Jake! Jake Wolfe! That TOTALLY cute Junior asked ME out. Can you believe it? Umm.. Pietro.. Are you ok?" Pietro sat shock still. "Kitty-" "Hmm?" "Jake really isn't a nice guy." "You just don't like him." "How do you figure that?" "He told me that you had a fight with him in the locker room." Pietro sighed and put his head in his hands. "Did you?" "Kitty, just don't go out with him." "You're such a killjoy Pietro, you really are. I don't know how Lance put you up ot this but-" "THIS ISN'T ABOUT LANCE!" "Mr. Maximoff! That is the second outburst from you and the last straw! Leave my classroom now and don't come back until you are better behaved!" Pietro grabbed his book and left without another word, and Kitty couldn't help but feel a little guilty.