"Yo superstar! Wake up!" Pietro felt himself being shaken and groggigly opened his eyes. He had passed out on the couch. Toad was perched on the arm of the couch with a plate of waffles. "It's game day speedy!" Pietro made a face of disgust but took the waffles. He was starving. "What are you staring at?!" He barked at Toad, who took his cue and ran out of the room. He had left Kitty on a bench in the school courtyard and waited out of sight until Scott picked her up. Then he walked home- it hurt too much to run. He was still stiff, but that couldn't be helped. Pietro grabbed his jersey and shoved it in his bag- he could shower at school.
"Kitty don't lie to me!" Scott yelled angrily, holding Kitty by the shoulders. "Don't protect him!" "But he didn't do anything!" Kitty yelled back. "I slipped on the floor of the boys locker room and got knocked out-Pietro found me and called you!" Scott sighed and leaned back in his chair. "It just doesn't make sense..." He mused while checking the time. "We gotta go or we'll be late- Jean already took the others to school." Scott didn't speak to her for the rest of the trip, and Kitty found that she liked it better that way. Either nobody trusted her at all or she was just a horrible liar.
Kitty walked into Chemistry solemnly, clutching Pietro's sweater in her hands. She had come to with it on- and the first thing she thought of was the way he smelled. Not like cologne, just like sunshine and soap. She liked it that way. A pair of blue eyes broke her thoughtful silence and she looked up to see Pietro seated across from her. He looked terrible- much like she had the day before. "Pietro I-" "Forget it Kitty. Just leave it alone." "But you need help! I can help you!" She whispered in a pained voice. "You? Help me? Please Pryde. What are you going to do, be my nurse? Hold me at night and tell me it's okay? Well guess what little miss perfect- it's NOT okay and you can't do anything about it." "But professor-" "Jesus Kitty why do you have to always stick your nose in other people's business?" "Like you didn't do the same thing with me and Jake?" "That's different." "Yeah, it's different because you're in control and you can make me feel like shit whenever you feel like it." "That's because he's using you you damn idiot!" "He loves me." "Whoa Pryde don't go throwing that word around- it's gonna come back and bite you on the ass." "You wouldn't know what love is Pietro! I don't even think your mother could have loved you!" She hit a nerve. Pietro's face fell and he looked vulnerable. "Pietro.. I'm sorry..." She whispered, touching his hand gently. His face contorted into one of pain and malice. "Fuck you." He hissed, yanking his hand back. "Pietro-" She stopped short when she saw his face. He was looking away from her and she was sure that his eyes were watering. She felt a surge of remorse but he wouoldn't even look in her direction. She slid his sweater across the table and left.
"Kitty don't lie to me!" Scott yelled angrily, holding Kitty by the shoulders. "Don't protect him!" "But he didn't do anything!" Kitty yelled back. "I slipped on the floor of the boys locker room and got knocked out-Pietro found me and called you!" Scott sighed and leaned back in his chair. "It just doesn't make sense..." He mused while checking the time. "We gotta go or we'll be late- Jean already took the others to school." Scott didn't speak to her for the rest of the trip, and Kitty found that she liked it better that way. Either nobody trusted her at all or she was just a horrible liar.
Kitty walked into Chemistry solemnly, clutching Pietro's sweater in her hands. She had come to with it on- and the first thing she thought of was the way he smelled. Not like cologne, just like sunshine and soap. She liked it that way. A pair of blue eyes broke her thoughtful silence and she looked up to see Pietro seated across from her. He looked terrible- much like she had the day before. "Pietro I-" "Forget it Kitty. Just leave it alone." "But you need help! I can help you!" She whispered in a pained voice. "You? Help me? Please Pryde. What are you going to do, be my nurse? Hold me at night and tell me it's okay? Well guess what little miss perfect- it's NOT okay and you can't do anything about it." "But professor-" "Jesus Kitty why do you have to always stick your nose in other people's business?" "Like you didn't do the same thing with me and Jake?" "That's different." "Yeah, it's different because you're in control and you can make me feel like shit whenever you feel like it." "That's because he's using you you damn idiot!" "He loves me." "Whoa Pryde don't go throwing that word around- it's gonna come back and bite you on the ass." "You wouldn't know what love is Pietro! I don't even think your mother could have loved you!" She hit a nerve. Pietro's face fell and he looked vulnerable. "Pietro.. I'm sorry..." She whispered, touching his hand gently. His face contorted into one of pain and malice. "Fuck you." He hissed, yanking his hand back. "Pietro-" She stopped short when she saw his face. He was looking away from her and she was sure that his eyes were watering. She felt a surge of remorse but he wouoldn't even look in her direction. She slid his sweater across the table and left.