Kitty walked into class right before the bell rang, and slumped into her chair. She was wearing a giant sweatshirt and pajama pants, her hair in a messy bun. Nevertheless, to Pietro she looked beautiful. When she came closer he realized that her cheeks and nose were slightly red. She had been crying. "Bad morning Pryde?" He asked, letting some sincerity through when he spoke. "No." She replied with a sniff. "I think I might be getting sick, and I stayed up all night doing homework." "That's not like you. are you sure you weren't with someone.. Someone like Jake?" He asked, gently prodding the subject. Kitty stiffened, something only Pietro noticed. "No. And since when was it any of your business, Maximoff?" "It's my business since Jake made it my business and the Varsity basketball team's business in the locker room this morning!" Pietro hissed angrily. Kitty paled. "May I go to the bathroom, please?" She asked the teacher, her voice shaking. "Take the pass, Ms. Pryde." Kitty slid off of her stool and walked stiff leggedly out of the room, forgettng to take it. "I'll bring it to her" Pietro responded. "I kinda have to go too" he lied.
No sooner than she had closed the stall door in the bathroom Kitty started to sink down to the floor, her eyes already wet with tears. Pietro knew exactly how to make her feel like crap, and he'd done it again. How could Jake do that to her? He had pushed too far last night, forcing himself on her. Kitty couldn't even begin to imagine how fast this gossip would spread. Every cheerleader in the high school pecking order would be on her like lightning. She heard the main door creak and stood up so that nobody would see her sitting on the floor. Instead of turning to any of the other open stalls the person went directly to hers. NOt wanting to seem suspicious, Kitty wiped her eyes on her sleeve and unlocked the door. To her surprise, Pietro barged in and locked the door behind him. "P-Pietro?" She stammered. He looked mad. "How could you let yourself be used like Pryde? You're so much better than that!" Kitty put herself on the defensive, unaware of the tears starting to form in her eyes. When she didn't answer for lack of sarcasm he pressed her up against the flimsy stall wall. His lean muscular body pushed up threateningly against her small frame and a genuine fear washed over her. "Don't tell me you enjoyed yourself when he used you." Pietro added cruelly, before she could speak. "Or do you like being treated like you're worthless?" He snarled, pushing harder. Kitty couldn't move and began to feel claustrophobic. "Go ahead." "Why are you doing this to me?" She sobbed as she began to heave for air. "If you don't like it phase out!" He growled, his voice raising. "I-" "You what?" "I hate you!" She nearly whispered, more tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. "You can leave any time you want." He replied, his face an inch from hers. "Now tell me- why did you let him use you. Are you really that weak?" "You're accusing me of being weak?" She retorted. "I'm not the one who mutilates myself!" In his momentary surprise he backed off of her. "What are you talking about?" Kitty grabbed his hand and yanked down the sleeve. His winced at her firm grip on his injured wrist. "That's a sprain. You don't know what you're talking about." "I don't?" She asked, gaining confidence. Before he could yank his hand back she ripped off the bandage revealing his scarred and definately mutilated wrist. "I bet the other one is exactly the same." She snarled. "You want to call me weak, mr. perfect? Look at yourself! What, did you fail a test, gain two pounds? I'm not as much of a coward as you are, resorting to doing this" she tightened her grip "to myself." Pietro clenched his teeth, and realizing that she was hurting him, she let go. "You have no idea what you're talking about." He said coldly, his eyes seeing right into hers like icy fire. "Really? Then inform me. Show me that I'm wrong." She replied, returning his glare. Kitty saw Pietro's fire taken out of him. She had hit him hard, and she felt as though he deserved it. He left the bathroom wordlessly, in a silent rage, leaving Kitty by herself.
No sooner than she had closed the stall door in the bathroom Kitty started to sink down to the floor, her eyes already wet with tears. Pietro knew exactly how to make her feel like crap, and he'd done it again. How could Jake do that to her? He had pushed too far last night, forcing himself on her. Kitty couldn't even begin to imagine how fast this gossip would spread. Every cheerleader in the high school pecking order would be on her like lightning. She heard the main door creak and stood up so that nobody would see her sitting on the floor. Instead of turning to any of the other open stalls the person went directly to hers. NOt wanting to seem suspicious, Kitty wiped her eyes on her sleeve and unlocked the door. To her surprise, Pietro barged in and locked the door behind him. "P-Pietro?" She stammered. He looked mad. "How could you let yourself be used like Pryde? You're so much better than that!" Kitty put herself on the defensive, unaware of the tears starting to form in her eyes. When she didn't answer for lack of sarcasm he pressed her up against the flimsy stall wall. His lean muscular body pushed up threateningly against her small frame and a genuine fear washed over her. "Don't tell me you enjoyed yourself when he used you." Pietro added cruelly, before she could speak. "Or do you like being treated like you're worthless?" He snarled, pushing harder. Kitty couldn't move and began to feel claustrophobic. "Go ahead." "Why are you doing this to me?" She sobbed as she began to heave for air. "If you don't like it phase out!" He growled, his voice raising. "I-" "You what?" "I hate you!" She nearly whispered, more tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. "You can leave any time you want." He replied, his face an inch from hers. "Now tell me- why did you let him use you. Are you really that weak?" "You're accusing me of being weak?" She retorted. "I'm not the one who mutilates myself!" In his momentary surprise he backed off of her. "What are you talking about?" Kitty grabbed his hand and yanked down the sleeve. His winced at her firm grip on his injured wrist. "That's a sprain. You don't know what you're talking about." "I don't?" She asked, gaining confidence. Before he could yank his hand back she ripped off the bandage revealing his scarred and definately mutilated wrist. "I bet the other one is exactly the same." She snarled. "You want to call me weak, mr. perfect? Look at yourself! What, did you fail a test, gain two pounds? I'm not as much of a coward as you are, resorting to doing this" she tightened her grip "to myself." Pietro clenched his teeth, and realizing that she was hurting him, she let go. "You have no idea what you're talking about." He said coldly, his eyes seeing right into hers like icy fire. "Really? Then inform me. Show me that I'm wrong." She replied, returning his glare. Kitty saw Pietro's fire taken out of him. She had hit him hard, and she felt as though he deserved it. He left the bathroom wordlessly, in a silent rage, leaving Kitty by herself.