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Kitty braced herself for what would inevitably be one of Pietro Maximoff's famous brush-offs. He couldn't possibly want to TALK to her. Not Mr. Superior himself. Kitty resumed paging through her book, not even glancing up when Pietro cleared his throat impatiently. It was just too much fun to ignore him.
"Yo Pryde, you got a minute?" Pietro repeated, a strain of irritation his normally smooth voice.
Kitty deliberately took a long time and then met his cool blue-eyed gaze calmly. "No actually, I'm busy. If you're looking for the bathroom, it's that way," Kitty said, shoving a thumb in the opposite direction, and hiding a smile as Pietro's eyebrows shot up at her apparent lack of regard for his attention.
"I'm not looking for the bathroom, Pryde, I'm skipping basketball practice because I have to talk to you," Pietro said with forced patience.
"What a shame, I guess they'll have to sweat it out without your glorious presence," Kitty said sarcastically, relieved that she could vent out her anger over the break-up on the one person at Bayville High she truly disliked. Besides Siren, that was...oh yeah, and most recently, Lance.
"Look, Pryde, what have you got against me?" Pietro demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.
"You want it alphabetically?" Kitty retorted.
"Go for it," Pietro shot back. But just as quickly, he stopped, and forced a smile to his face. Kitty raised an eyebrow. "Uh, never mind. Did I mention, that you look really nice today Pryde," Pietro managed to get out.
Kitty's eyebrows shot up another notch. Okay, now she KNEW something was wrong. The day Pietro Maximoff started paying her compliments..
"Alright, you have my attention, what do you want Pietro?" Kitty asked, putting down her book, and looking up at him tiredly. The sooner he talked, the sooner she could go back to sulking about Lance.
"Okay, but not here," Pietro said quickly, pulling her up, and leading her to the library.
"Why not in the cafeteria?" Kitty asked, as she took her hand back. "Just trust me," Pietro said, smirking at her as they sat down at a small table near a row of bookshelves. Kitty rolled her eyes, while managing to admit that when Pietro was silent, she could see how his silver- haired good-looks had garnered him such wide-spread appeal.
"Okay, I'm busy, so I'll make this quick," Pietro said, leaning in and pitching his voice lower.
"Fine, just say it already. I don't know why we need to be all cloak- and-dagger," Kitty said, rolling her eyes.
"You'll see it soon enough. I have a business proposal for you," Pietro said matter-of-factly. Kitty just looked at him, wide-eyed. Business proposition? "We both recently got dumped, right?"
Kitty bit her lip. Figured Pietro the jerk would be insensitive enough to bring up the one subject she didn't want to talk about. "Yeah, so?" Kitty said, trying her hardest not to sound defensive, but finding her voice betraying her hurt feelings.
Pietro's eyes softened for an instant. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm not going to take this laying down. We have to take action," Pietro said firmly.
"You mean..like revenge?" Kitty asked incredulously. "What do you want me to do? Slash Lance's tires?"
"No, no, nothing stupid like that," Pietro said impatiently. "I've got an idea that will get me back with Siren and you with Lance," Pietro said confidently, his eyes flashing with excitement.
"What?" Kitty asked, curious despite herself.
"We become boyfriend and girlfriend."
Kitty stared at him. She waited, for him to add something, a "just kidding", but it didn't come. Pietro looked back at her, his blue eyes expectant. She burst out laughing.
Pietro's mouth fell open, his eyes flaring with anger. Kitty couldn't seem to stop.
"Would you can it Pryde, people are looking!" Pietro hissed, glancing around the library patrons that stared strangely at them.
Kitty grabbed the table, gasping for breath. "I'm sorry, just the IDEA of me and you, is funny! I thought you were serious for a second!"
"I AM serious, I meant we could PRETEND!" Pietro said, gritting his teeth. "God, are you that dense?"
Kitty narrowed her brown eyes at him. "I don't know, don't most people that hang out with you eventually lose all their brain cells?"
"Alright that's it, Pryde. You know, I could ask any girl in this whole school and she'd say yes in a second," Pietro informed her, his blue eyes coolly appraising her.
"Good, then why don't you, because this is the dumbest idea I've ever heard of," Kitty said angrily, reaching for her backpack.
"Wait!" Pietro said, reaching a hand out to her, his voice apologetic. Kitty sat back down softly.
"Wow, this must be pretty important to you, if you're willing to grovel so willingly," Kitty commented.
Pietro glared at her. "I'm not going to grovel. Frankly, this is a win-win situation. First, you get the honor of being my girlfriend for a few weeks, hanging out with my circle. Then after we make Lance and Siren jealous, we win them back, and life can go back to normal," Pietro said smoothly. "It's perfect."
"No, it's not perfect," Kitty retorted, still bristling. "First, I don't really want the "honor" of being your girlfriend, or hanging out with your retarded friends," Kitty began.
"They're not retarded!" retorted Pietro. "Okay, maybe Todd..and yeah, probably Fred too, but still you have no right, especially since you hang out with your fellow airhead Jubilee," Pietro smirked.
"If anyone's an airhead around here, it's you for thinking this stupid plan could possibly work! I mean, honestly, who in this school is dumb enough to believe that we can even tolerate each other's company let alone want to date each other!" Kitty countered.
"That doesn't matter. I mean, sure you need a little work, especially in the clothes department," Pietro said, giving her faded jeans a disparaging look, "but you're pretty, I guess, in a wholesome- granola kinda way. And sure it'll look weird that you've decided to ditch your nerd squad for my circle, but I'm sure I can-,"
"Hold it right there," Kitty said furiously, holding up a hand. "I'm not ditching my friends for anything, and I don't care about making Lance or Siren jealous. Those two deserve each other," Kitty said hotly. Pietro looked at her as if he didn't believe a word she was saying.
Okay, so maybe a teeny, tiny part of her really wanted to see what it would be like to have Siren Phillips and Lance be jerked out of there happy little bubble and insanely jealous. But the thought of dating Pietro Maximoff was just..so..uhhhhgh. After spending a whole year hating him, she wasn't sure if she was a good enough of actress to fake being his girlfriend. Besides, the thought was ridiculous.
"It's an offer you can't refuse, Pryde," Pietro said so confidently, that Kitty's fraying nerves went overboard. That did it.
"Actually, I can. My answer is no," Kitty told an open-mouthed Pietro, picked up her bag, and left gracefully, mentally patting herself on the back for resisting the temptation to agreeing to his crazy offer. God only knew what entering into a deal with Pietro could mean.
Kitty braced herself for what would inevitably be one of Pietro Maximoff's famous brush-offs. He couldn't possibly want to TALK to her. Not Mr. Superior himself. Kitty resumed paging through her book, not even glancing up when Pietro cleared his throat impatiently. It was just too much fun to ignore him.
"Yo Pryde, you got a minute?" Pietro repeated, a strain of irritation his normally smooth voice.
Kitty deliberately took a long time and then met his cool blue-eyed gaze calmly. "No actually, I'm busy. If you're looking for the bathroom, it's that way," Kitty said, shoving a thumb in the opposite direction, and hiding a smile as Pietro's eyebrows shot up at her apparent lack of regard for his attention.
"I'm not looking for the bathroom, Pryde, I'm skipping basketball practice because I have to talk to you," Pietro said with forced patience.
"What a shame, I guess they'll have to sweat it out without your glorious presence," Kitty said sarcastically, relieved that she could vent out her anger over the break-up on the one person at Bayville High she truly disliked. Besides Siren, that was...oh yeah, and most recently, Lance.
"Look, Pryde, what have you got against me?" Pietro demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.
"You want it alphabetically?" Kitty retorted.
"Go for it," Pietro shot back. But just as quickly, he stopped, and forced a smile to his face. Kitty raised an eyebrow. "Uh, never mind. Did I mention, that you look really nice today Pryde," Pietro managed to get out.
Kitty's eyebrows shot up another notch. Okay, now she KNEW something was wrong. The day Pietro Maximoff started paying her compliments..
"Alright, you have my attention, what do you want Pietro?" Kitty asked, putting down her book, and looking up at him tiredly. The sooner he talked, the sooner she could go back to sulking about Lance.
"Okay, but not here," Pietro said quickly, pulling her up, and leading her to the library.
"Why not in the cafeteria?" Kitty asked, as she took her hand back. "Just trust me," Pietro said, smirking at her as they sat down at a small table near a row of bookshelves. Kitty rolled her eyes, while managing to admit that when Pietro was silent, she could see how his silver- haired good-looks had garnered him such wide-spread appeal.
"Okay, I'm busy, so I'll make this quick," Pietro said, leaning in and pitching his voice lower.
"Fine, just say it already. I don't know why we need to be all cloak- and-dagger," Kitty said, rolling her eyes.
"You'll see it soon enough. I have a business proposal for you," Pietro said matter-of-factly. Kitty just looked at him, wide-eyed. Business proposition? "We both recently got dumped, right?"
Kitty bit her lip. Figured Pietro the jerk would be insensitive enough to bring up the one subject she didn't want to talk about. "Yeah, so?" Kitty said, trying her hardest not to sound defensive, but finding her voice betraying her hurt feelings.
Pietro's eyes softened for an instant. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm not going to take this laying down. We have to take action," Pietro said firmly.
"You mean..like revenge?" Kitty asked incredulously. "What do you want me to do? Slash Lance's tires?"
"No, no, nothing stupid like that," Pietro said impatiently. "I've got an idea that will get me back with Siren and you with Lance," Pietro said confidently, his eyes flashing with excitement.
"What?" Kitty asked, curious despite herself.
"We become boyfriend and girlfriend."
Kitty stared at him. She waited, for him to add something, a "just kidding", but it didn't come. Pietro looked back at her, his blue eyes expectant. She burst out laughing.
Pietro's mouth fell open, his eyes flaring with anger. Kitty couldn't seem to stop.
"Would you can it Pryde, people are looking!" Pietro hissed, glancing around the library patrons that stared strangely at them.
Kitty grabbed the table, gasping for breath. "I'm sorry, just the IDEA of me and you, is funny! I thought you were serious for a second!"
"I AM serious, I meant we could PRETEND!" Pietro said, gritting his teeth. "God, are you that dense?"
Kitty narrowed her brown eyes at him. "I don't know, don't most people that hang out with you eventually lose all their brain cells?"
"Alright that's it, Pryde. You know, I could ask any girl in this whole school and she'd say yes in a second," Pietro informed her, his blue eyes coolly appraising her.
"Good, then why don't you, because this is the dumbest idea I've ever heard of," Kitty said angrily, reaching for her backpack.
"Wait!" Pietro said, reaching a hand out to her, his voice apologetic. Kitty sat back down softly.
"Wow, this must be pretty important to you, if you're willing to grovel so willingly," Kitty commented.
Pietro glared at her. "I'm not going to grovel. Frankly, this is a win-win situation. First, you get the honor of being my girlfriend for a few weeks, hanging out with my circle. Then after we make Lance and Siren jealous, we win them back, and life can go back to normal," Pietro said smoothly. "It's perfect."
"No, it's not perfect," Kitty retorted, still bristling. "First, I don't really want the "honor" of being your girlfriend, or hanging out with your retarded friends," Kitty began.
"They're not retarded!" retorted Pietro. "Okay, maybe Todd..and yeah, probably Fred too, but still you have no right, especially since you hang out with your fellow airhead Jubilee," Pietro smirked.
"If anyone's an airhead around here, it's you for thinking this stupid plan could possibly work! I mean, honestly, who in this school is dumb enough to believe that we can even tolerate each other's company let alone want to date each other!" Kitty countered.
"That doesn't matter. I mean, sure you need a little work, especially in the clothes department," Pietro said, giving her faded jeans a disparaging look, "but you're pretty, I guess, in a wholesome- granola kinda way. And sure it'll look weird that you've decided to ditch your nerd squad for my circle, but I'm sure I can-,"
"Hold it right there," Kitty said furiously, holding up a hand. "I'm not ditching my friends for anything, and I don't care about making Lance or Siren jealous. Those two deserve each other," Kitty said hotly. Pietro looked at her as if he didn't believe a word she was saying.
Okay, so maybe a teeny, tiny part of her really wanted to see what it would be like to have Siren Phillips and Lance be jerked out of there happy little bubble and insanely jealous. But the thought of dating Pietro Maximoff was just..so..uhhhhgh. After spending a whole year hating him, she wasn't sure if she was a good enough of actress to fake being his girlfriend. Besides, the thought was ridiculous.
"It's an offer you can't refuse, Pryde," Pietro said so confidently, that Kitty's fraying nerves went overboard. That did it.
"Actually, I can. My answer is no," Kitty told an open-mouthed Pietro, picked up her bag, and left gracefully, mentally patting herself on the back for resisting the temptation to agreeing to his crazy offer. God only knew what entering into a deal with Pietro could mean.