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Kitty tried to spot Lance through the throng of people in the gym. Pietro seemed to also be scanning the room.
"Where's Siren?" Pietro asked, leaning close.
"Follow the line of guys," Kitty said tersely, pointing. "Where's Lance?"
"~In ~the line of guys," Pietro replied wryly.
"Of course, dumb question," Kitty murmured, feeling herself getting furious all over again as she watched Siren flit from guy to guy, as Lance stood there with a totally moronic grin on his face.
"Don't get mad, get even," Pietro reminded her, amused as he saw her face flush pink.
"You got it," Kitty said firmly. Pietro strided confidently across the gym floor, taking Kitty with him. "Wait, where are we going!"
"We're going to greet the darling couple," Pietro said grimly.
"No, let's mingle first. It'll look desperate if we just walk up to them," Kitty protested, stopping him.
"Trust me Pryde, I have ~much~ more experience with this kind of thing," Pietro told her confidently.
"Oh and I don't?" Kitty replied indignantly.
"Do we have to go over this again?" Pietro said, raising an eyebrow. "Pryde, you have had.what, ~one~ boyfriend up to this point? I bow down to your vast experience," Pietro said, his azure eyes mocking.
"Watch it Casanova, because if I ditch you then your reputation is going to be in the toilet," Kitty informed him coolly. Pietro stopped, startled.
"You wouldn't," Pietro told her confidently, but his eyes narrowed with uncertainty.
"Sure about that? Now..let's hear a nice lovely apology," Kitty requested sweetly, forcing back the urge to giggle at Pietro's shock.
"NO Way, Pryde. A Maximoff has his pride," Pietro shot back, crossing his arms.
"Well, this Maximoff is going to be dateless in front of his roommate and his ex-girlfriend if he doesn't apologize in the next 30 seconds," Kitty retorted, meeting his blue eyed gaze squarely. Pietro stood silent, as if lost in thought. "Fine, have fun!" Kitty said hotly, and turned on her heel.
"Wait, Kitty!" Pietro called suddenly. Kitty felt him grab her wrist and pull her to him. She collided with his chest and when she turned around realized they were face to face. "I'm sorry," Pietro mumbled.
"A little louder please," Kitty piped up, as a small giggle escaped her.
"I'm glad you're enjoying this Pryde," Pietro said darkly. "I said I was SORRY."
"Much better," Kitty said with a measuring glance. "Now let's go."
"Not so fast," Pietro said quickly, grabbing her wrist gently again. "First tell me you won't back out of this deal and you'll see it through to the end."
"I won't back out, I swear," Kitty said somberly.
"Are you sure?"
"I'll go through this crazy scheme," Kitty repeated exasperated.
"Promise?" Pietro insisted, looking deeply into her eyes.
"Yes! Do you want me to write it in blood?" Kitty asked, rolling her eyes.
"Hold that thought," Pietro whispered, and put an arm around her waist tightly. Kitty turned to find them standing in front of a gaping Lance and Siren. Showtime, Kitty thought, swallowing nervously.
"Well, what do we have here?" Siren asked haughtily, flipping her teased red hair over one shoulder. Ugh, what does Pietro see in her, Kitty thought. Or, for that matter, Lance, Kitty reminded herself.
"Kitty you look.so..different!" Lance stuttered in shock at her altered appearance.
"Understatement of the century, Lance. You almost look..decent," Siren said to Kitty, with sugar in her voice and venom in her eyes.
"Thanks, wish I could say the same for you," Kitty responded smoothly, gratified to see Siren clench her teeth.
"Kitty does look amazing tonight, doesn't she? But then again, she always does," Pietro said sweetly.
"Thanks, uh.cupcake," Kitty responded with a smile, glaring covertly at Pietro when she saw his lips quiver in an effort to stifle his laughter.
"Cupcake?! I thought you hated him!" Lance spluttered, looking utterly baffled.
"And Pietro, you always mentioned you thought Kitty was a regular bore," Siren tittered loudly.
"Uh..did I?" Pietro said nervously, as Kitty fumed inwardly. "But you remember how I always admired her from.afar," Pietro recovered, with a sly smile at Lance.
"Oh really?" Lance said fiercely, arms crossed. "That's news to me." Me too, Kitty thought wryly.
"Yes, well we're just so thrilled to be together. I really think things worked out for the best, don't you?" Kitty asked Pietro lightly, thrilled at the response she was getting from Lance.
Pietro winked. "Of course, ours is the great romance of the century." Lance looked like he was going to be sick.
"So when did this "great romance of the century" begin? Where'd you meet?" Siren demanded, grilling Pietro with her icy green eyes.
If I have any psychic ability, please manifest NOW, Kitty begged as she exchanged a frantic glance with Pietro.
"Uh..library," Pietro said quickly.
"Cafeteria," Kitty said at the exact same time. They swallowed quietly as Lance raised an eyebrow.
"Both actually. We were touring.the school," Pietro amended, running a hand through his silver hair.
"Why would you be touring the school?" Siren asked suspiciously.
"Beautiful architecture, the view, you know," Kitty rambled, making it up as she went. This was not..going well.
"What view? You mean, the brick walls or the locker room?" Lance snickered. Kitty gritted her teeth at his smug tone.
"Do you want to dance Kitty?" Pietro interjected smoothly.
"Love to," Kitty responded desperately, and they fled before they were forced to answer more questions.
When they were a safe distance away, Kitty turned angrily to him. "Great, just great. 'There's no need to plan out every little detail'" Kitty mimicked Pietro, her brown eyes flashing prettily. Pietro's mouth tightened in irritation.
"Okay, so what? There was no way I could have anticipated Lance to turn bloodhound on me!" Pietro said defensively, twirling her to the music. Kitty continued dancing, and rounded to face him.
"Lance? What about your angel Siren? I've never seen anyone ask so many pointless questions in a row!" Kitty retorted.
"She's naturally inquisitive. And anyway, she did look annoyed didn't she?" Pietro said, with satisfaction.
"She looked like she wanted to chew me up and spit me out," Kitty said, shuddering. Pietro laughed at that, and they fell into a semi- amicable silence. Pietro really was a great dancer, unlike Lance who always stepped on her toes, Kitty noted absently. A slow song started and Pietro pulled her closer. Kitty tried not to blush but failed miserably as she forced herself not to be caught up in the moment. This is Pietro, and he likes that red-headed Banshee dancing 6 feet away from you, Kitty reminded herself. But.still, this was nice. As if he shared her thoughts, Pietro smiled down at her in that moment. Amazing still, no traces of smugness or arrogance could be found, and Kitty felt herself returning the smile briefly.
Suddenly she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to find Lance standing there, his brown eyes trained on her. Kitty jumped apart from Pietro. Was it her imagination or had Pietro's arm lingered on her waist a second longer before he had let her go? Kitty was irritated that she was even wondering about it when Lance was less than two feet away from her. Come back to reality, Kitty told herself sternly.
"Hey, Maximoff. Mind if I borrow Kitty for a dance?" Lance asked casually, as a furious Siren draped an arm on Pietro's shoulder. Borrow me? Kitty wondered, feeling a little annoyed that Lance hadn't asked her directly. This is what you wanted, Kitty told herself quickly, waiting for Pietro to let go of her arm. "Well?" Lance asked impatiently.
Pietro looked down at Kitty, pausing a beat. "No."
Kitty tried to spot Lance through the throng of people in the gym. Pietro seemed to also be scanning the room.
"Where's Siren?" Pietro asked, leaning close.
"Follow the line of guys," Kitty said tersely, pointing. "Where's Lance?"
"~In ~the line of guys," Pietro replied wryly.
"Of course, dumb question," Kitty murmured, feeling herself getting furious all over again as she watched Siren flit from guy to guy, as Lance stood there with a totally moronic grin on his face.
"Don't get mad, get even," Pietro reminded her, amused as he saw her face flush pink.
"You got it," Kitty said firmly. Pietro strided confidently across the gym floor, taking Kitty with him. "Wait, where are we going!"
"We're going to greet the darling couple," Pietro said grimly.
"No, let's mingle first. It'll look desperate if we just walk up to them," Kitty protested, stopping him.
"Trust me Pryde, I have ~much~ more experience with this kind of thing," Pietro told her confidently.
"Oh and I don't?" Kitty replied indignantly.
"Do we have to go over this again?" Pietro said, raising an eyebrow. "Pryde, you have had.what, ~one~ boyfriend up to this point? I bow down to your vast experience," Pietro said, his azure eyes mocking.
"Watch it Casanova, because if I ditch you then your reputation is going to be in the toilet," Kitty informed him coolly. Pietro stopped, startled.
"You wouldn't," Pietro told her confidently, but his eyes narrowed with uncertainty.
"Sure about that? Now..let's hear a nice lovely apology," Kitty requested sweetly, forcing back the urge to giggle at Pietro's shock.
"NO Way, Pryde. A Maximoff has his pride," Pietro shot back, crossing his arms.
"Well, this Maximoff is going to be dateless in front of his roommate and his ex-girlfriend if he doesn't apologize in the next 30 seconds," Kitty retorted, meeting his blue eyed gaze squarely. Pietro stood silent, as if lost in thought. "Fine, have fun!" Kitty said hotly, and turned on her heel.
"Wait, Kitty!" Pietro called suddenly. Kitty felt him grab her wrist and pull her to him. She collided with his chest and when she turned around realized they were face to face. "I'm sorry," Pietro mumbled.
"A little louder please," Kitty piped up, as a small giggle escaped her.
"I'm glad you're enjoying this Pryde," Pietro said darkly. "I said I was SORRY."
"Much better," Kitty said with a measuring glance. "Now let's go."
"Not so fast," Pietro said quickly, grabbing her wrist gently again. "First tell me you won't back out of this deal and you'll see it through to the end."
"I won't back out, I swear," Kitty said somberly.
"Are you sure?"
"I'll go through this crazy scheme," Kitty repeated exasperated.
"Promise?" Pietro insisted, looking deeply into her eyes.
"Yes! Do you want me to write it in blood?" Kitty asked, rolling her eyes.
"Hold that thought," Pietro whispered, and put an arm around her waist tightly. Kitty turned to find them standing in front of a gaping Lance and Siren. Showtime, Kitty thought, swallowing nervously.
"Well, what do we have here?" Siren asked haughtily, flipping her teased red hair over one shoulder. Ugh, what does Pietro see in her, Kitty thought. Or, for that matter, Lance, Kitty reminded herself.
"Kitty you look.so..different!" Lance stuttered in shock at her altered appearance.
"Understatement of the century, Lance. You almost look..decent," Siren said to Kitty, with sugar in her voice and venom in her eyes.
"Thanks, wish I could say the same for you," Kitty responded smoothly, gratified to see Siren clench her teeth.
"Kitty does look amazing tonight, doesn't she? But then again, she always does," Pietro said sweetly.
"Thanks, uh.cupcake," Kitty responded with a smile, glaring covertly at Pietro when she saw his lips quiver in an effort to stifle his laughter.
"Cupcake?! I thought you hated him!" Lance spluttered, looking utterly baffled.
"And Pietro, you always mentioned you thought Kitty was a regular bore," Siren tittered loudly.
"Uh..did I?" Pietro said nervously, as Kitty fumed inwardly. "But you remember how I always admired her from.afar," Pietro recovered, with a sly smile at Lance.
"Oh really?" Lance said fiercely, arms crossed. "That's news to me." Me too, Kitty thought wryly.
"Yes, well we're just so thrilled to be together. I really think things worked out for the best, don't you?" Kitty asked Pietro lightly, thrilled at the response she was getting from Lance.
Pietro winked. "Of course, ours is the great romance of the century." Lance looked like he was going to be sick.
"So when did this "great romance of the century" begin? Where'd you meet?" Siren demanded, grilling Pietro with her icy green eyes.
If I have any psychic ability, please manifest NOW, Kitty begged as she exchanged a frantic glance with Pietro.
"Uh..library," Pietro said quickly.
"Cafeteria," Kitty said at the exact same time. They swallowed quietly as Lance raised an eyebrow.
"Both actually. We were touring.the school," Pietro amended, running a hand through his silver hair.
"Why would you be touring the school?" Siren asked suspiciously.
"Beautiful architecture, the view, you know," Kitty rambled, making it up as she went. This was not..going well.
"What view? You mean, the brick walls or the locker room?" Lance snickered. Kitty gritted her teeth at his smug tone.
"Do you want to dance Kitty?" Pietro interjected smoothly.
"Love to," Kitty responded desperately, and they fled before they were forced to answer more questions.
When they were a safe distance away, Kitty turned angrily to him. "Great, just great. 'There's no need to plan out every little detail'" Kitty mimicked Pietro, her brown eyes flashing prettily. Pietro's mouth tightened in irritation.
"Okay, so what? There was no way I could have anticipated Lance to turn bloodhound on me!" Pietro said defensively, twirling her to the music. Kitty continued dancing, and rounded to face him.
"Lance? What about your angel Siren? I've never seen anyone ask so many pointless questions in a row!" Kitty retorted.
"She's naturally inquisitive. And anyway, she did look annoyed didn't she?" Pietro said, with satisfaction.
"She looked like she wanted to chew me up and spit me out," Kitty said, shuddering. Pietro laughed at that, and they fell into a semi- amicable silence. Pietro really was a great dancer, unlike Lance who always stepped on her toes, Kitty noted absently. A slow song started and Pietro pulled her closer. Kitty tried not to blush but failed miserably as she forced herself not to be caught up in the moment. This is Pietro, and he likes that red-headed Banshee dancing 6 feet away from you, Kitty reminded herself. But.still, this was nice. As if he shared her thoughts, Pietro smiled down at her in that moment. Amazing still, no traces of smugness or arrogance could be found, and Kitty felt herself returning the smile briefly.
Suddenly she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to find Lance standing there, his brown eyes trained on her. Kitty jumped apart from Pietro. Was it her imagination or had Pietro's arm lingered on her waist a second longer before he had let her go? Kitty was irritated that she was even wondering about it when Lance was less than two feet away from her. Come back to reality, Kitty told herself sternly.
"Hey, Maximoff. Mind if I borrow Kitty for a dance?" Lance asked casually, as a furious Siren draped an arm on Pietro's shoulder. Borrow me? Kitty wondered, feeling a little annoyed that Lance hadn't asked her directly. This is what you wanted, Kitty told herself quickly, waiting for Pietro to let go of her arm. "Well?" Lance asked impatiently.
Pietro looked down at Kitty, pausing a beat. "No."