Backlash
Kitty woke up the next morning with a smile on her face. She had gone to bed with a smile on her face too. It was the weekend, she was back together with Lance, and she didn't have any homework. Perfect.
Jumping up, she grabbed her copy of the latest Britney Spears and put it in her CD player. Music blared from the speakers. Dancing around, she began to get dressed.
Across the room, still asleep, was Rogue. Awakened by the loud pop music, she sat up with a groan. "Kitty, is that really necessary?"
Kitty paused, in mid twirl, in front of the mirror. "Yep!" she replied. Giggling to herself, she started to brush her hair.
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Ah take it you and Lance had fun in here last night?"
Kitty giggled harder. "Yeah, we did. I'm going over there as soon as I eat breakfast. We have totally reconnected Rogue. It's great."
"Spare me," muttered Rogue on her way to the bathroom.
But Kitty didn't hear that sarcastic little comment. She was already bounding down the stairs.
***************************Scott and Jean*********************************
~*FLASHBACK*~
"Jean, uh, I, uh, think we need to talk about some things," Scott said nervously.
Jean, staring at him rather coldly, replied with a curt "Fine, let's get this over with."
Scott pushed his way into her room and sat down on the edge of her bed. "Look, why are you mad at me? If anything, I should be mad at you! You're the one who's cheating on me with Paul!"
Jean looked incredulous. "I shouldn't be mad at you?! Yeah right! I have every reason to be mad at you Scott Summers!"
"But I didn't do anything! We didn't fight, ...nothing. I didn't do anything! God, why do girls always make a huge deal out of something that probably wasn't?!"
That was the wrong thing to say. Jean reached up and slapped him across the face. It wasn't very hard, but it was still quite a shock to Scott.
"Hey! You-you hit me! What'd you do that for?!"
Jean was glaring daggers at him. "I don't get mad for no reason Scott. You know that. Can you honestly not think of a single thing you might have done that would have pissed me off?"
Scott stared helplessly at her. He really couldn't think of anything.
Jean put her head in her hands. This was not how it was supposed to go. Scott was supposed to come and apologize to her. He was supposed to know what he did. She didn't want to have to tell him that she had been jealous of Alix. She wanted him to just apologize for flirting with Alix in front of her.
"You-oh never mind," snapped Jean angrily.
"Jean," said Scott softly. "Please, tell me. I can't make it up to you unless I know what I did wrong."
Jean turned away from him, trying not to cry. It wasn't supposed to be this hard. She was supposed to be the strong one.
"N-nothing's wrong," she said, her voice breaking.
"Are you crying?" asked Scott, alarmed.
"No," said Jean, even though she was.
"Jean," said Scott, pulled her over so she was next to him. "What's wrong? You're crying, what is wrong?" He put his arm around her.
Jean stood up very fast. Hugging herself, she let it all out. "You wanna know what's wrong? Okay, fine. It's that Alix girl. She's wrong. She took my p-place on the soccer team, she took y-y-you, she took everything! I'm j-jealous of her. I feel so stupid, but I a-am. It's not fair.." Jean sank onto her knees, crying in earnest now.
Scott immediately climbed down next her. "What? Jean, what are you talking about? She didn't take me. I'm not going out with her, I don't even like her!" He hugged her close.
Burying her face in his shoulder, Jean went on. "But that day at lunch, you were acting l-like she was the most b-beautiful girl you'd ever seen."
Scott remembered. "Shhh, Jean. That didn't mean anything. She just caught me off guard, that's all. I just felt like there was something about her. But whatever happened that day, I'm over it. You have no idea how upset I was when I saw you with Paul."
"I only did that to make you jealous," confessed Jean. "I wanted to get you back."
"Well, you always had me right here," said Scott.
Jean nodded. "Oh, Scott, I'm s-sorry, I, I just wanted you to love me again."
Scott cupped her face in his hands. "Jean, I never stopped. And just for the record, I never will. Ever."
Jean smiled through her tears. "How did we let things get so messed up?"
"The important thing is that we fixed them."
~*END FLASHBACK*~
The newly reunited Jean and Scott were sharing a quiet breakfast together in the kitchen. All was well in their world.
**************************Brotherhood House***************************
Kitty fluffed up her hair and opened the door to the BoM House. Walking in, she saw Pietro in the kitchen.
Grinning, she ran up and gave him a huge hug. "Hey, you!" she said excitedly.
Pietro, caught off guard, quickly recovered and hugged her back. "Hey," he said slowly. The smell of her shampoo wafted around the kitchen. She must have just washed her hair. God she was beautiful. What a perfect way to start the day. He smiled lazily at her. (i.e. that really sexy Pietro smile)
She giggled and stepped back. "Anyway, I want to thank you. For helping me with the whole Lance situation I mean. I totally owe you. And can you believe that it worked? It was great, he came over, apologized, I yelled at him a bit, and then we-well, I'm sure you don't want to hear the mushy details. Your virgin ears, remember?"
Pietro felt like he had just been dropped into icy cold water. Kitty and Lance back together? Already?
"You-you got back together...with Lance?" he asked.
Kitty looked at him, slightly confused. "Yeah, that's what the plan was for. Didn't you know? I thought you'd be happy for me."
Pietro shoved an unfamiliar, unwanted feeling down. "Of course I'm happy for you. This is what you wanted." Mustering a small smile, he headed for the stairs. "I'll tell Lance that you're here."
Kitty watched him go. 'Why is he acting so strangely?' she wondered. 'It's almost like he's mad that Lance and I got back together...'
Lance appeared at the foot of the stairs, interrupting her thoughts. "Hey Kit!" He walked over and hugged her. "Hmmm, you smell good."
She giggled. "Thanks. So what's up with Pietro? He was acting really weird when I came in and told him that you and I were back together."
Lance frowned. Pietro was the last thing he wanted to talk about. And if what Kitty said was true, than maybe Pietro was..jealous? No, he couldn't possibly like Kitty.
"I'd better go talk to him real quick. Do you mind waiting down here?" asked Lance.
"No, of course not," replied Kitty. "Take your time."
Lance went upstairs and knocked on Pietro's door.
"Go away," said Pietro dully.
Lance pushed open the door. "Alright Pietro. What's the problem? You messed around with Kitty to make me mad, and now you're mad that we're back together?"
Pietro at up and glared at Lance. "Who says I'm upset? Why would it bother me if you and little miss Kitty go back to feeling each other up on the couch?"
It was Lance's turn to glare. "We don't feel each other up. And something is bothering you, I can tell. Why are you so upset, it's not like you fell in love with her or something."
Hearing the words out loud was a lot different than cautiously thinking about them. Was he in love with Kitty? No, he couldn't be.
"Yeah right Lance," said Pietro, a beat too late. "Like I'm in love with-"
"You are," said Lance, cutting him off. "You are, aren't you? You fell in love with Kitty. I could tell from the way you hesitated. And I knew that you weren't that good of an actor. No one could have gotten it as perfectly ad you two did. That's why it was so easy to pretend to be in love with her. You actually are." Lance paused, thinking about what he had just said. "Pietro," he said quietly. "Is she in love with you too?"
Pietro put his head in his hands. "No. She was just telling me how happy she was that you two got back together." How could this have happened. And even worse, Lance knew.
"Good," said Lance shortly. "Stay away from her." He left and went back to Kitty downstairs.
"Oh God," said Pietro. 'Do I love Kitty?' Well, he thought she was gorgeous, that's for sure. And he couldn't get over how good her shampoo smelled on her. He thought she was funny, smart, a wonderful friend, great to argue with, great to tease, a really good kisser..she had this amazing aura around her. She sparkled more brightly than all the rest. And he had had more fun pretending to be her boyfriend than he'd ever had with any of his actual girlfriends.
Pietro banged his head on the wall. "I do love her. And there's not a damn thing I can do about it."
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And there is chapter 9. Next chapter will be Romy and Tonda and maybe a little Kietro. Should be posted on Sunday (Maybe Saturday if I get a lot of reviews) or so.
Thanks as always to my reviewers. You guys are great.
Hope you guys like the story.
~Druid-Priestess~
Kitty woke up the next morning with a smile on her face. She had gone to bed with a smile on her face too. It was the weekend, she was back together with Lance, and she didn't have any homework. Perfect.
Jumping up, she grabbed her copy of the latest Britney Spears and put it in her CD player. Music blared from the speakers. Dancing around, she began to get dressed.
Across the room, still asleep, was Rogue. Awakened by the loud pop music, she sat up with a groan. "Kitty, is that really necessary?"
Kitty paused, in mid twirl, in front of the mirror. "Yep!" she replied. Giggling to herself, she started to brush her hair.
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Ah take it you and Lance had fun in here last night?"
Kitty giggled harder. "Yeah, we did. I'm going over there as soon as I eat breakfast. We have totally reconnected Rogue. It's great."
"Spare me," muttered Rogue on her way to the bathroom.
But Kitty didn't hear that sarcastic little comment. She was already bounding down the stairs.
***************************Scott and Jean*********************************
~*FLASHBACK*~
"Jean, uh, I, uh, think we need to talk about some things," Scott said nervously.
Jean, staring at him rather coldly, replied with a curt "Fine, let's get this over with."
Scott pushed his way into her room and sat down on the edge of her bed. "Look, why are you mad at me? If anything, I should be mad at you! You're the one who's cheating on me with Paul!"
Jean looked incredulous. "I shouldn't be mad at you?! Yeah right! I have every reason to be mad at you Scott Summers!"
"But I didn't do anything! We didn't fight, ...nothing. I didn't do anything! God, why do girls always make a huge deal out of something that probably wasn't?!"
That was the wrong thing to say. Jean reached up and slapped him across the face. It wasn't very hard, but it was still quite a shock to Scott.
"Hey! You-you hit me! What'd you do that for?!"
Jean was glaring daggers at him. "I don't get mad for no reason Scott. You know that. Can you honestly not think of a single thing you might have done that would have pissed me off?"
Scott stared helplessly at her. He really couldn't think of anything.
Jean put her head in her hands. This was not how it was supposed to go. Scott was supposed to come and apologize to her. He was supposed to know what he did. She didn't want to have to tell him that she had been jealous of Alix. She wanted him to just apologize for flirting with Alix in front of her.
"You-oh never mind," snapped Jean angrily.
"Jean," said Scott softly. "Please, tell me. I can't make it up to you unless I know what I did wrong."
Jean turned away from him, trying not to cry. It wasn't supposed to be this hard. She was supposed to be the strong one.
"N-nothing's wrong," she said, her voice breaking.
"Are you crying?" asked Scott, alarmed.
"No," said Jean, even though she was.
"Jean," said Scott, pulled her over so she was next to him. "What's wrong? You're crying, what is wrong?" He put his arm around her.
Jean stood up very fast. Hugging herself, she let it all out. "You wanna know what's wrong? Okay, fine. It's that Alix girl. She's wrong. She took my p-place on the soccer team, she took y-y-you, she took everything! I'm j-jealous of her. I feel so stupid, but I a-am. It's not fair.." Jean sank onto her knees, crying in earnest now.
Scott immediately climbed down next her. "What? Jean, what are you talking about? She didn't take me. I'm not going out with her, I don't even like her!" He hugged her close.
Burying her face in his shoulder, Jean went on. "But that day at lunch, you were acting l-like she was the most b-beautiful girl you'd ever seen."
Scott remembered. "Shhh, Jean. That didn't mean anything. She just caught me off guard, that's all. I just felt like there was something about her. But whatever happened that day, I'm over it. You have no idea how upset I was when I saw you with Paul."
"I only did that to make you jealous," confessed Jean. "I wanted to get you back."
"Well, you always had me right here," said Scott.
Jean nodded. "Oh, Scott, I'm s-sorry, I, I just wanted you to love me again."
Scott cupped her face in his hands. "Jean, I never stopped. And just for the record, I never will. Ever."
Jean smiled through her tears. "How did we let things get so messed up?"
"The important thing is that we fixed them."
~*END FLASHBACK*~
The newly reunited Jean and Scott were sharing a quiet breakfast together in the kitchen. All was well in their world.
**************************Brotherhood House***************************
Kitty fluffed up her hair and opened the door to the BoM House. Walking in, she saw Pietro in the kitchen.
Grinning, she ran up and gave him a huge hug. "Hey, you!" she said excitedly.
Pietro, caught off guard, quickly recovered and hugged her back. "Hey," he said slowly. The smell of her shampoo wafted around the kitchen. She must have just washed her hair. God she was beautiful. What a perfect way to start the day. He smiled lazily at her. (i.e. that really sexy Pietro smile)
She giggled and stepped back. "Anyway, I want to thank you. For helping me with the whole Lance situation I mean. I totally owe you. And can you believe that it worked? It was great, he came over, apologized, I yelled at him a bit, and then we-well, I'm sure you don't want to hear the mushy details. Your virgin ears, remember?"
Pietro felt like he had just been dropped into icy cold water. Kitty and Lance back together? Already?
"You-you got back together...with Lance?" he asked.
Kitty looked at him, slightly confused. "Yeah, that's what the plan was for. Didn't you know? I thought you'd be happy for me."
Pietro shoved an unfamiliar, unwanted feeling down. "Of course I'm happy for you. This is what you wanted." Mustering a small smile, he headed for the stairs. "I'll tell Lance that you're here."
Kitty watched him go. 'Why is he acting so strangely?' she wondered. 'It's almost like he's mad that Lance and I got back together...'
Lance appeared at the foot of the stairs, interrupting her thoughts. "Hey Kit!" He walked over and hugged her. "Hmmm, you smell good."
She giggled. "Thanks. So what's up with Pietro? He was acting really weird when I came in and told him that you and I were back together."
Lance frowned. Pietro was the last thing he wanted to talk about. And if what Kitty said was true, than maybe Pietro was..jealous? No, he couldn't possibly like Kitty.
"I'd better go talk to him real quick. Do you mind waiting down here?" asked Lance.
"No, of course not," replied Kitty. "Take your time."
Lance went upstairs and knocked on Pietro's door.
"Go away," said Pietro dully.
Lance pushed open the door. "Alright Pietro. What's the problem? You messed around with Kitty to make me mad, and now you're mad that we're back together?"
Pietro at up and glared at Lance. "Who says I'm upset? Why would it bother me if you and little miss Kitty go back to feeling each other up on the couch?"
It was Lance's turn to glare. "We don't feel each other up. And something is bothering you, I can tell. Why are you so upset, it's not like you fell in love with her or something."
Hearing the words out loud was a lot different than cautiously thinking about them. Was he in love with Kitty? No, he couldn't be.
"Yeah right Lance," said Pietro, a beat too late. "Like I'm in love with-"
"You are," said Lance, cutting him off. "You are, aren't you? You fell in love with Kitty. I could tell from the way you hesitated. And I knew that you weren't that good of an actor. No one could have gotten it as perfectly ad you two did. That's why it was so easy to pretend to be in love with her. You actually are." Lance paused, thinking about what he had just said. "Pietro," he said quietly. "Is she in love with you too?"
Pietro put his head in his hands. "No. She was just telling me how happy she was that you two got back together." How could this have happened. And even worse, Lance knew.
"Good," said Lance shortly. "Stay away from her." He left and went back to Kitty downstairs.
"Oh God," said Pietro. 'Do I love Kitty?' Well, he thought she was gorgeous, that's for sure. And he couldn't get over how good her shampoo smelled on her. He thought she was funny, smart, a wonderful friend, great to argue with, great to tease, a really good kisser..she had this amazing aura around her. She sparkled more brightly than all the rest. And he had had more fun pretending to be her boyfriend than he'd ever had with any of his actual girlfriends.
Pietro banged his head on the wall. "I do love her. And there's not a damn thing I can do about it."
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And there is chapter 9. Next chapter will be Romy and Tonda and maybe a little Kietro. Should be posted on Sunday (Maybe Saturday if I get a lot of reviews) or so.
Thanks as always to my reviewers. You guys are great.
Hope you guys like the story.
~Druid-Priestess~