Those Poor Boys
Scott sat dejectedly in front of his locker after school. He could not believe that Jean had chosen Paul over him. After all they'd been through together, she'd just gone off with someone else. She hadn't even bothered to break up with him! Did she think he'd never find out? She was being pretty obvious, not to mention public, about her little thing with Paul.
'Maybe this is my wake up call,' he thought miserably. 'Wake up and smell the coffee Shades, it's over.' He looked up as he heard a rather loud banging noise coming from down the hall. To add to his bad mood, the source of the banging was his arch-rival, Lance Alvers. Alvers was obviously upset about something, as he was furiously punching random lockers. Needed someone to take his anger, hurt, and humiliation out on, Scott called out to him.
"What's the matter Alvers? Bad day?"
Lance's head snapped up. "Stay the hell away from me Summers," he snarled. "I don't need this crap from you right now."
"Whatever, dude," mumbled Scott. Upon realizing that annoying Lance didn't make him feel any better, he gave up.
Lance was struck by the look on Summers' face. The pain, the betrayal, the intense jealous anger was written as clear as day. It was all too familiar.
"Problems with the girlfriend?" Lance asked cautiously.
Scott glared at him; Lance had hit a nerve. About ready to tell Lance just where he could get off, he paused. The look on Lance's face wasn't mocking. It was understanding.
Pushing his hand through his hair with a sigh, Scott replied. "Yeah. She's dumped me for my best friend without actually dumping me. It's like she doesn't care if I find out."
Lance raised an eyebrow slightly. Scott's situation sounded exactly like his own. The similarities were all there. Dumped for the best friend. Not really broken up, she doesn't even care.
"I know what you mean," said Lance tightly. He was remembering the lunch incident, in which he had caught Kitty licking chocolate off the fingers of his so-called best friend, Pietro. "Kitty's done the exact same thing to me."
Scott looked up with interest. "Really?" It made him feel slightly better that he wasn't the only boyfriend to get slighted in favor of another. Then it hit him. Lance's best friend was Pietro. Infamous, womanizing, Pietro Maximoff.
"Wait a second. You mean Kitty's with Maximoff?"
Lance could barely bring himself to nod. "Yeah," he said bitterly. "They were all over each other at lunch. I just about killed him."
Scott swallowed hard. "Look, we can't let this happen. Kitty is young and naïve and innocent and." he paused. To get Lance to help him, he'd have to appeal to him. "And, she's your girlfriend, not Pietro's. We can't let this go on."
Lance was surprised. Since when had Summers cared about his relationship with Kitty? "What are you suggesting?"
"I'm suggesting that I talk to Kitty while you beat the crap out of Maximoff. Then, once Kitty realizes how wrong she's been, you two can make up." Scott stood up at looked expectantly at Lance.
Lance grinned. He liked this idea. He liked it a lot. "Sounds like a plan. And afterwards, maybe I can help you out with the Jean situation." He held out his hand.
Scott shook it, and grinned back at Lance. "Deal."
They couldn't have planned it any better. At that moment, Kitty and Pietro were headed down the hall towards the boys. Lance cracked his knuckles. "Well well well. Look's like it's time to put this plan into action."
********************Down the Hall with Pietro and Kitty********************
Kitty Pryde was having a great day. Who knew pretending to be in love with Pietro would be so much fun? Plus, the reaction of the male population of Bayville to her new look had been extremely positive. And things just kept getting better. Lance was totally jealous. It was perfect. Suddenly, she spied Lance and Scott down the hall.
"Hey, look who it is," she said quietly to Pietro.
He looked. "Well," he said, stretching. "What perfect timing."
"Assume the position," said Kitty, giggling. They paused. Pietro's arm automatically went around Kitty's waist, pulling her close. Kitty fluffed up her hair and leaned into Pietro. His face took on it's trademark smirk, and Kitty's took on a seductive I'm-imagining-you-without-a-shirt-on look.
Pietro was surprised by how natural this all felt. It felt so..right. Like this was how things were always meant to be. 'Must be her shampoo again,' he told himself.
The strolled down the hall with the casual arrogance of people who know that they're hot. Finally, they reached Scott and Lance. Scott looked shocked, and Lance looked murderous.
Kitty glanced up at them. "Oh, hi Scott. Hi Lance."
Scott stepped in hurriedly before Lance could do something rash. "uh, Kitty, could I talk to you for a second?
Kitty looked at Pietro. He smiled at her and gave her the tiniest of winks. She felt the adrenaline course through her veins. Amazing how one smile from him could do that to a girl. And in that second, Kitty dared to do something that she would never normally even dream of doing to a guy that wasn't her boyfriend. She leaned up, put her hands behind his head, and gave him a slow, sexy, lingering kiss, while clenching her hands in his air.
The effect was electric. Pietro had never felt something that powerful in his entire life. In that moment, he became oblivious to everything but Kitty. He completely forgot that they were supposed to be pretending. He stared at her hungrily, wanting to positively devour her.
Kitty was a little shocked by the heat in Pietro's gaze as he stared at her. But that was pushed down by the enormous thrill of having so much self confidence. She turned to Scott.
"Of course you can talk to me Scott. Over there on the stairs?" She began walking over to the stairs. Scott followed her dumbly.
Pietro was also staring at Kitty's retreating form. So enthralled was he by her entire being, that he forgot all about Lance. He remembered soon enough though, when Lance delivered him a sharp punch in the face. Pietro reeled backwards and sagged against the lockers. Lance's rage filled face loomed over him as the older boy grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him outside.
"What the HELL do you think you're doing?" screamed Lance. "Kitty is MY girlfriend!" He raised his fist to swing at Pietro again, but Pietro dodged easily.
"Yeah, she's your girlfriend alright Alvers. Maybe if you didn't treat her like crap all the time, she wouldn't be cheating on you," sneered Pietro.
Lance could not possibly get any angrier. The ground started to shake. "You don't know what you're talking about," he said, voice dangerously low. "I treat Kitty better than I've ever treated any girl. You've been seducing her behind my back, you little bastard. What the hell kind of lies have you been feeding her?"
"Lies? I'm not the one lying here. Kitty's not blind, dumb ass. She, along with the rest of us, could see how your little infatuation with Alix Canara played out. You totally ignored Kitty and wasted all your time sending Alix gifts. Writing her love songs. Remember that? Did you think Kitty wouldn't notice? Oh yeah, you treated Kitty real good." Pietro's voice dripped with angry sarcasm.
Lance paused, shocked. Shame flooding him when he remembered the Alix situation. He hadn't made it that obvious, had he? He glared at Pietro again. "I got over it, didn't I? I came back to Kitty."
Pietro snorted. "Yeah, you came back. You came back once you saw that she had a new guy in her life. If that hadn't happened, you'd still be fawning over Alix. You can't have both Lance. If you want to go out with Alix, fine. At least have the decency to break up with Kitty first. You blatantly cheated on her! And the whole school was witness to her humiliation!"
Even more ashamed now, Lance lashed out at Pietro. "Who the hell are you to lecture me Pietro? You are the king of mistreating girls. You do it every day. All your little one night stands. You use those girls, and then dump them a day later when you're bored. At least I can have monogamous relationships. And you don't know jack about Kitty or what she feels. Don't act like you're suddenly her best friend and protector. Be cause you're not. You're just a hypocritical, pathetic, user. And you know what? I don't even feel sorry for you anymore. You deserve every heartache that life can give you. Damn it Pietro, I hope you die cold, friendless, and alone. But even that is too good for scum like you." Lance stalked off towards his jeep and the parking lot.
The logical part of Pietro's brain told him that Lance was trying to get at him in any way possible, just to cover up his own shame. But those words hit home. Some of them were true. He hated himself then. He never, ever, wanted to hear those words from anyone else again, most especially Kitty. He wouldn't be able to stand it if that's what she thought of him too. Slowly, he headed back inside.
Kitty was heading towards the doors when Pietro came in. "Hey, how'd it go?" she asked. "You'd never believe all the crap Scott said to me. He thinks I can't make any good decisions for myself or something. Pietro? Are you okay?" She looked up at him, concerned.
He nervously ran his fingers through his hair. "You don't think that I'm a bad person when it comes to dating and girls, do you?"
Kitty looked surprised. "Well, you do kinda move from one relationship to another pretty quickly. But it doesn't make you a bad person. I guess you just haven't found anyone that you could see yourself in a serious relationship with yet."
Well, that wasn't too bad. Pietro smiled in relief. "Come on, let's go get some ice cream to celebrate our fabulous acting."
Kitty giggled. "Marvelous suggesting darling." The two walked off, ribbing each other playfully all the way.
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I know I said there'd be some Wanda/Todd stuff in this chapter, but I just didn't have time to squeeze it in. Next chapter will be mostly Romy, Jott, and the promised Tonda. Really, I swear.
Again, thanks to the reviewers. You guys keep me going. I really appreciate it.
Next update should be on Wednesday-ish.
Review Please!
~Druid-Priestess~
Scott sat dejectedly in front of his locker after school. He could not believe that Jean had chosen Paul over him. After all they'd been through together, she'd just gone off with someone else. She hadn't even bothered to break up with him! Did she think he'd never find out? She was being pretty obvious, not to mention public, about her little thing with Paul.
'Maybe this is my wake up call,' he thought miserably. 'Wake up and smell the coffee Shades, it's over.' He looked up as he heard a rather loud banging noise coming from down the hall. To add to his bad mood, the source of the banging was his arch-rival, Lance Alvers. Alvers was obviously upset about something, as he was furiously punching random lockers. Needed someone to take his anger, hurt, and humiliation out on, Scott called out to him.
"What's the matter Alvers? Bad day?"
Lance's head snapped up. "Stay the hell away from me Summers," he snarled. "I don't need this crap from you right now."
"Whatever, dude," mumbled Scott. Upon realizing that annoying Lance didn't make him feel any better, he gave up.
Lance was struck by the look on Summers' face. The pain, the betrayal, the intense jealous anger was written as clear as day. It was all too familiar.
"Problems with the girlfriend?" Lance asked cautiously.
Scott glared at him; Lance had hit a nerve. About ready to tell Lance just where he could get off, he paused. The look on Lance's face wasn't mocking. It was understanding.
Pushing his hand through his hair with a sigh, Scott replied. "Yeah. She's dumped me for my best friend without actually dumping me. It's like she doesn't care if I find out."
Lance raised an eyebrow slightly. Scott's situation sounded exactly like his own. The similarities were all there. Dumped for the best friend. Not really broken up, she doesn't even care.
"I know what you mean," said Lance tightly. He was remembering the lunch incident, in which he had caught Kitty licking chocolate off the fingers of his so-called best friend, Pietro. "Kitty's done the exact same thing to me."
Scott looked up with interest. "Really?" It made him feel slightly better that he wasn't the only boyfriend to get slighted in favor of another. Then it hit him. Lance's best friend was Pietro. Infamous, womanizing, Pietro Maximoff.
"Wait a second. You mean Kitty's with Maximoff?"
Lance could barely bring himself to nod. "Yeah," he said bitterly. "They were all over each other at lunch. I just about killed him."
Scott swallowed hard. "Look, we can't let this happen. Kitty is young and naïve and innocent and." he paused. To get Lance to help him, he'd have to appeal to him. "And, she's your girlfriend, not Pietro's. We can't let this go on."
Lance was surprised. Since when had Summers cared about his relationship with Kitty? "What are you suggesting?"
"I'm suggesting that I talk to Kitty while you beat the crap out of Maximoff. Then, once Kitty realizes how wrong she's been, you two can make up." Scott stood up at looked expectantly at Lance.
Lance grinned. He liked this idea. He liked it a lot. "Sounds like a plan. And afterwards, maybe I can help you out with the Jean situation." He held out his hand.
Scott shook it, and grinned back at Lance. "Deal."
They couldn't have planned it any better. At that moment, Kitty and Pietro were headed down the hall towards the boys. Lance cracked his knuckles. "Well well well. Look's like it's time to put this plan into action."
********************Down the Hall with Pietro and Kitty********************
Kitty Pryde was having a great day. Who knew pretending to be in love with Pietro would be so much fun? Plus, the reaction of the male population of Bayville to her new look had been extremely positive. And things just kept getting better. Lance was totally jealous. It was perfect. Suddenly, she spied Lance and Scott down the hall.
"Hey, look who it is," she said quietly to Pietro.
He looked. "Well," he said, stretching. "What perfect timing."
"Assume the position," said Kitty, giggling. They paused. Pietro's arm automatically went around Kitty's waist, pulling her close. Kitty fluffed up her hair and leaned into Pietro. His face took on it's trademark smirk, and Kitty's took on a seductive I'm-imagining-you-without-a-shirt-on look.
Pietro was surprised by how natural this all felt. It felt so..right. Like this was how things were always meant to be. 'Must be her shampoo again,' he told himself.
The strolled down the hall with the casual arrogance of people who know that they're hot. Finally, they reached Scott and Lance. Scott looked shocked, and Lance looked murderous.
Kitty glanced up at them. "Oh, hi Scott. Hi Lance."
Scott stepped in hurriedly before Lance could do something rash. "uh, Kitty, could I talk to you for a second?
Kitty looked at Pietro. He smiled at her and gave her the tiniest of winks. She felt the adrenaline course through her veins. Amazing how one smile from him could do that to a girl. And in that second, Kitty dared to do something that she would never normally even dream of doing to a guy that wasn't her boyfriend. She leaned up, put her hands behind his head, and gave him a slow, sexy, lingering kiss, while clenching her hands in his air.
The effect was electric. Pietro had never felt something that powerful in his entire life. In that moment, he became oblivious to everything but Kitty. He completely forgot that they were supposed to be pretending. He stared at her hungrily, wanting to positively devour her.
Kitty was a little shocked by the heat in Pietro's gaze as he stared at her. But that was pushed down by the enormous thrill of having so much self confidence. She turned to Scott.
"Of course you can talk to me Scott. Over there on the stairs?" She began walking over to the stairs. Scott followed her dumbly.
Pietro was also staring at Kitty's retreating form. So enthralled was he by her entire being, that he forgot all about Lance. He remembered soon enough though, when Lance delivered him a sharp punch in the face. Pietro reeled backwards and sagged against the lockers. Lance's rage filled face loomed over him as the older boy grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him outside.
"What the HELL do you think you're doing?" screamed Lance. "Kitty is MY girlfriend!" He raised his fist to swing at Pietro again, but Pietro dodged easily.
"Yeah, she's your girlfriend alright Alvers. Maybe if you didn't treat her like crap all the time, she wouldn't be cheating on you," sneered Pietro.
Lance could not possibly get any angrier. The ground started to shake. "You don't know what you're talking about," he said, voice dangerously low. "I treat Kitty better than I've ever treated any girl. You've been seducing her behind my back, you little bastard. What the hell kind of lies have you been feeding her?"
"Lies? I'm not the one lying here. Kitty's not blind, dumb ass. She, along with the rest of us, could see how your little infatuation with Alix Canara played out. You totally ignored Kitty and wasted all your time sending Alix gifts. Writing her love songs. Remember that? Did you think Kitty wouldn't notice? Oh yeah, you treated Kitty real good." Pietro's voice dripped with angry sarcasm.
Lance paused, shocked. Shame flooding him when he remembered the Alix situation. He hadn't made it that obvious, had he? He glared at Pietro again. "I got over it, didn't I? I came back to Kitty."
Pietro snorted. "Yeah, you came back. You came back once you saw that she had a new guy in her life. If that hadn't happened, you'd still be fawning over Alix. You can't have both Lance. If you want to go out with Alix, fine. At least have the decency to break up with Kitty first. You blatantly cheated on her! And the whole school was witness to her humiliation!"
Even more ashamed now, Lance lashed out at Pietro. "Who the hell are you to lecture me Pietro? You are the king of mistreating girls. You do it every day. All your little one night stands. You use those girls, and then dump them a day later when you're bored. At least I can have monogamous relationships. And you don't know jack about Kitty or what she feels. Don't act like you're suddenly her best friend and protector. Be cause you're not. You're just a hypocritical, pathetic, user. And you know what? I don't even feel sorry for you anymore. You deserve every heartache that life can give you. Damn it Pietro, I hope you die cold, friendless, and alone. But even that is too good for scum like you." Lance stalked off towards his jeep and the parking lot.
The logical part of Pietro's brain told him that Lance was trying to get at him in any way possible, just to cover up his own shame. But those words hit home. Some of them were true. He hated himself then. He never, ever, wanted to hear those words from anyone else again, most especially Kitty. He wouldn't be able to stand it if that's what she thought of him too. Slowly, he headed back inside.
Kitty was heading towards the doors when Pietro came in. "Hey, how'd it go?" she asked. "You'd never believe all the crap Scott said to me. He thinks I can't make any good decisions for myself or something. Pietro? Are you okay?" She looked up at him, concerned.
He nervously ran his fingers through his hair. "You don't think that I'm a bad person when it comes to dating and girls, do you?"
Kitty looked surprised. "Well, you do kinda move from one relationship to another pretty quickly. But it doesn't make you a bad person. I guess you just haven't found anyone that you could see yourself in a serious relationship with yet."
Well, that wasn't too bad. Pietro smiled in relief. "Come on, let's go get some ice cream to celebrate our fabulous acting."
Kitty giggled. "Marvelous suggesting darling." The two walked off, ribbing each other playfully all the way.
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I know I said there'd be some Wanda/Todd stuff in this chapter, but I just didn't have time to squeeze it in. Next chapter will be mostly Romy, Jott, and the promised Tonda. Really, I swear.
Again, thanks to the reviewers. You guys keep me going. I really appreciate it.
Next update should be on Wednesday-ish.
Review Please!
~Druid-Priestess~