Pietro was in the midst of putting his shirt back on-a long sleeved one- to cover up yesterday's incident, when a teammate asked him what the bandages on his wrists were. "Nothing. I think I sprained them." "Okay dude...You gotta ease up on your training a bit." It was morning practice for basketball, and the boys were getting dressed for school. As for the scars on his back, Pietro covered those with a wife beater and only showered alone instead of with the team. Seeing as the boys were all taking their time getting dressed, gossip ensued. In teh next row of lockers Pietro listened intently to Jake's voice.
"So yeah, I was with Kitty last night." "So have you gotten her clothes off yet?" "I tried dogg, but the chick freaked out when I got my hand up her shirt." "What a prude." "Seriously. I told her that if she wasn't going to put out we were over, theres so many other girls I could choose from, you know?" "So what did she do?" "She gave in and when I had her clothes off she broke down and freaked out again! She wouldn't even blow me. She wanted to talk about our relationship and she was upset because she thought all I wanted was sex." "And?" "She went home. Then get this- she calls me later and tells me that she's sorry. Have I got her whipped or what?" Pietro gripped his practice jersey rougly, causing strain on his already injured wrists. How could she let herself be maipulated like that? Pietro zipped his jeans and grabbed his bag, not looking at Jake when he passed. "What's up with him?" One of the boys asked. "Who knows." Another replied with a shrug. "He's been that way for a while."
"So yeah, I was with Kitty last night." "So have you gotten her clothes off yet?" "I tried dogg, but the chick freaked out when I got my hand up her shirt." "What a prude." "Seriously. I told her that if she wasn't going to put out we were over, theres so many other girls I could choose from, you know?" "So what did she do?" "She gave in and when I had her clothes off she broke down and freaked out again! She wouldn't even blow me. She wanted to talk about our relationship and she was upset because she thought all I wanted was sex." "And?" "She went home. Then get this- she calls me later and tells me that she's sorry. Have I got her whipped or what?" Pietro gripped his practice jersey rougly, causing strain on his already injured wrists. How could she let herself be maipulated like that? Pietro zipped his jeans and grabbed his bag, not looking at Jake when he passed. "What's up with him?" One of the boys asked. "Who knows." Another replied with a shrug. "He's been that way for a while."