NOTE: Ahh, you asked for more Kietro, you got it. I'm sorry there's only 2
chapters with this update, but I want to take my time with Romy and I would
have probably taken another month to update. So, here's a loooong kietro
chapter, enjoy! And Romy fans don't worry, that's all in the next chapter!
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Kitty breathed a heart-felt sigh of relief as the final bell sounded shrilly in her ears. She stacked her books neatly and struggled to hold them under one arm while opening her locker. She twirled the combination lock impatiently, and tugged it, to no avail. One of her books slipped and hit the floor with a thud and Kitty let out a groan of frustration. Suddenly a fist banged against her locker door causing it to swing open easily with a squeak.
"Still having problems with your locker, Kitty-Kat?" Lance teased, leaning against her locker. Kitty stepped away from him slightly, staring at him bewildered and a little flustered. Lance hadn't come anywhere ~near~ her since the day of their break-up, and now he was helping her open her locker? Am I supposed to feel flattered or something? Kitty thought skeptically, as Lance continued to grin at her.
"What do you want Lance?" Kitty said cautiously.
"Just wanted to see how you were since-," Lance paused for a second.
"Since you dumped me?" Kitty filled in, unable to keep the accusing tone out of her voice.
"Since I hadn't talked to you in awhile," Lance said loudly, but he flushed guiltily. Good, I hope you feel terrible, Kitty thought, biting her lip.
"I've been good. Great, in fact," Kitty announced forcefully. "And how are things with you and.Siren?"
"Uh..good. Thanks," Lance said slowly, as if confused. "I-uh, was wondering, are you tutoring Pietro or something?"
Kitty barely repressed a grin. So this seemingly random conversation ~did~ have a point. "Nope," Kitty said, not bothering to volunteer any more information. Let him wonder, Kitty thought, watching with satisfaction as Lance shifted his weight uncomfortably.
"Well, then why is he always hanging around you? Is he bothering you?" Lance asked sharply.
"Why, Pietro isn't a bother at all. He's actually quite..sweet, once you get to know him," Kitty said, in her dreamiest voice. Lance looked ill.
"So, you did ditch with him!" Lance said accusingly, disbelief filling his voice. Kitty stared at him, mouth agape.
"How did you find about that?"
"Does it matter? He's a bad influence on you, Kitty," Lance said tightly. Kitty knew she should've been thrilled at the possessiveness in his voice, but at that moment, all she could feel was irritation climbing in her chest.
"I did it because I wanted to, Lance. Pietro didn't force me," Kitty said, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"Please, Kitty. Can't you see he's brainwashing you? This isn't even like you! You've never ditched before in your whole life-," Lance continued stubbornly.
"There's a first time for everything!" Kitty interrupted hotly. She didn't know what she was more insulted by; Lance's assumption that she could be so easily "brainwashed" or his condescending belief about her being a goody-two shoes. He just cares for you, Kitty thought, forcing herself to calm down. But the irritation still remained.
Seeing the annoyance flashing in her vibrant eyes, Lance switched to another tactic. "Look, Kitty. I'm just looking out for you. I just don't want to see you hurt, that's all. Pietro's a jerk, not to mention a total flake. He goes through 5 girls a month, practically! Poor Siren was the last one-," Lance said, his voice lowering to a sympathetic coo.
"Are you deranged? Siren was the one that dumped ~him~!" Kitty protested.
"Can you blame her? She needed someone more sensitive," Lance argued, but his eyes softened at the tightening of Kitty's lips.
"Stop making Siren the victim, when it's obvious she could care less that she practically trampled Pietro," Kitty said furiously, her hands balling into fists. The softening in Lance's eyes was instantly replaced by disbelief.
"I can't believe you're sticking up for him! I just think he's a terrible influence on you. I mean, first ditching, what's next?" Lance said disapprovingly, shaking his head. That was the last straw.
"God, would you listen to yourself!" Kitty said disgustedly. "You sound just like Scott! Besides, when we were dating, nobody ever considered you a good influence on me either," Kitty said defensively. Lance's eyes clouded and then sparked with a mixture of insult and comical disbelief.
"What, so you're DATING him now!" Lance spit out, still baffled. Kitty let out a disgusted sound and turned on her heel. She didn't feel like answering Lance's questions, and somehow she couldn't seem to find much satisfaction in Lance's renewing attention in her. Do I even know what I want out of this deal anymore? Kitty thought, biting her lip. Of course I do, Lance has always been the right one for me, Kitty thought stubbornly. She paused, and looked behind her to see Lance staring after her. She felt a flash of nostalgia envelop her as she remembered all the days when he'd waited by her locker after school, much to the chagrin of Scott. Lance had cared about her once, and unless she was completely mistaken, he still did. Pietro's plan was working, slowly but surely. And I ought to be thankful to him for that, Kitty thought fiercely, and left for the parking lot where she was supposed to meet him.
As she stepped out, she saw Siren Phillips on the arm of none other than Pietro. The scene made her want to throw a very child-like tantrum. Who does he think he is? Kitty thought fuming, as she watched Siren tip her head and let out a loud shrill laugh. And Pietro was ~actually~ laughing back! How was the plan was supposed to work, if he ran drooling back to Siren every time she decided to pull his strings?
Kitty strode over to where they stood, and cleared her throat loudly. Pietro lifted his head, and his eyes flashed with a mixture of surprise and amusement as he took in her furious expression. Siren angled her head, and surveyed Kitty lazily.
"Don't you have, like, something to do Kitty? We were talking," Siren said with a sultry look at Pietro. Kitty clenched her teeth.
"Yeah, well I hate to interrupt this meeting of the minds here," Kitty said sarcastically, "but I need to talk to Pietro."
"Can't it wait? We're busy, right Pietro?" Siren intoned. Kitty couldn't believe her nerve.
"Mmm, I think you'll have to excuse me this time," Pietro said slowly, but he said it with a flirtatious lilt that had Siren giggling and Kitty looking away in disgust. Siren finally retreated but not before shooting Kitty one last poisonous look. Kitty stared after her for a few seconds and then turned back to Pietro. They walked together in silence towards Pietro's car and Pietro cast a curious glance at her stiff profile before getting in.
After a few minutes of driving, he turned to her. "What's your problem?"
"Nothing, I'm fine," Kitty said tersely, silently seething as she stared straight ahead.
"Are you sure? Your face is kind of red," Pietro noted casually.
"Keep your eyes on the road, I'd like to get to the mansion in one piece," Kitty snapped.
"Well, someone is in a great mood today," Pietro remarked sarcastically, but he turned to the road. Then, after a moment, "Wait, why are we going to the mansion? I thought we decided cavorting in front of Wolverine was equivalent to suicide," Pietro demanded.
"Look, we can go upstairs to the third floor, no one goes there. Besides, I doubt we could plan anything with your demented pals around," Kitty said shortly, still in an unaccountably bad mood from seeing Siren so cozy with Pietro. It's not enough she had to have my old boyfriend, but now she has to take my ~pretend~ one, Kitty thought scowling.
"Oh yeah, ~my~ friends are demented! That's good, Pryde. I can hardly sneeze around your place without super-snooper Jubilee trying to play Sherlock Holmes," Pietro snapped. Obviously her bad mood was contagious, Kitty thought, glaring back at him. But it was ~his~ fault. For someone who had made such a big deal about playing "hard to get" he sure was making it easy for Siren to get her claws back into him.
"Can you blame her? Given your less than stellar reputation, she was a little worried I was making a big mistake. I'm beginning to think she was right," Kitty muttered, staring out the window sulkily. She hated how petty and jealous she sounded, but it didn't seem fair that she was so confused about her feelings for Lance when Pietro seemed so assured around Siren.
Pietro stared at her in genuine confusion, but then turned back to the road, and as if giving up on trying to understand her current mood, drove the rest of the way in an irritated silence. By the time Kitty had stalked upstairs to the third floor with Pietro right behind her, the silence had become deafening.
Pietro cleared his throat uncomfortably and looked around the room, noting a large shelf stacked with rows of Jean's pies for the Carnival. "So..pies, huh? Didn't know you cooked."
"They're Jean's," Kitty bit off, and the silence stretched between them once again. Pietro broke it abruptly by turning to her, his blue eyes sharp.
"Look, what's your problem? I thought you were the one who wanted us to practice getting along so we don't repeat what happened at the party. So maybe you can amend your behavior," Pietro said, with a raised eyebrow, his blue eyes glinting.
Kitty turned to him, lips pressed tightly in anger at his audacity. "Amend ~my~ behavior?! I'm not the one out there fraternizing with the enemy!"
"Enemy?-.You mean Siren?" Pietro asked incredulously, with a mixture of laughter and disbelief in his voice. Kitty turned away, her cheeks burning. God, what must he be thinking about her? I'm behaving like a jealous fanatic, Kitty thought clenching her fists as Pietro let out a long laugh that sent tingles up her spine. "Kitty, you are hilarious. Siren's not the enemy, in fact, she's warming up to me real fast all of a sudden," Pietro informed her, his blue eyes still amused.
Kitty clenched her fists tighter. "Now I remember why I loathe you, you're a smug, arrogant jerk!"
Pietro didn't even waver, his blue eyes suddenly searing her with their intensity. "You remember? Does that mean for awhile you forgot?" Pietro asked her, with a raised eyebrow.
Kitty seethed. "Hardly. It's always been a glaring fact." Pietro continued to look at her with a faintly amused look on his face as if he didn't understand where all her anger was coming from but enjoying the fact that he was annoying her. That just wouldn't do, Kitty thought determinedly, forcing herself to calm down.
"Aren't you happy I'm making progress with Siren?" Pietro asked with perfect innocence.
"Of course I am," Kitty said, forcing a sweet smile on her face. "And I'm also happy to report that I'm making some progress of my own with Lance." The amused look was gone from his blue eyes instantly, and Kitty felt a strange leap of happiness.
"Oh, really?" Pietro asked cynically. "And what did Mr. Wonderful say to creep back into your good graces?"
Kitty opened her mouth to tell him that Lance's behavior after school today hadn't really had their desired effect on her, but stopped abruptly. If Pietro was getting along so well with Siren again, then she damn well could do the same with Lance! I like Lance, I love him in fact, Kitty told herself furiously swallowing back a lump in her throat. "First of all, he was ~already~ in my good graces," Kitty corrected him forcefully, as if trying to convince herself. "And second, he told me..that he cared about me," Kitty said quietly.
Pietro had the strangest look on his face for awhile, before it transformed into one of frustration. "And you ~believed~ him?"
Kitty felt a rush of fury at his words. "Why ~shouldn't~ I believe him?! I'm not totally unlovable, you know!" Kitty yelled, a flush rising to her cheeks.
"Of course not! I didn't mean it like that!" Pietro yelled back, losing his temper.
"And what way ~did~ you mean it? It's okay for you to win back Siren, but I'm so disgusting that I could never win back Lance?!" Kitty continued with outrage, knowing she was losing control of her feelings but not being able to stop.
"Forget it, Kitty. You can't stand to hear a single bad thing said about your prince," Pietro said bitterly, his voice strangely subdued. Kitty stared at him.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Kitty asked softly.
"Lance isn't the holy saint you make him out to be but you can't seem to realize it. Maybe it's not any of my business, but he's the last person I could ever see you with," Pietro said his eyes never wavering from her face.
"It's not any of your business," Kitty affirmed hotly. "And besides, I'm not the one who's being manipulated here!"
Pietro's head shot up, and his eyes narrowed quickly at her. "Care to explain that, Pryde?"
Kitty gritted her teeth but refused to be deterred. "Siren's playing you like a grand piano," Kitty said bluntly, "and you're too much of a dumb hormonal guy to see it."
"Dumb hormonal guy? Wow, better watch it, or else your compliments may just go to my head," Pietro spat at her sarcastically, but Kitty was gratified to see his blue eyes looking disturbed at her words. Pietro leaned back against the shelf roughly, his eyes cutting away from her.
"Don't shake the pies, or else Jean will massacre you," Kitty said with alarm, grateful for something to distract her from the dangerous territory their conversation was heading into.
" ' Don't shake the pies'" Pietro mimicked. "You mean like this?" Pietro said mockingly at her, and shook the shelf harder. Kitty clenched her teeth.
"Why are you SUCH a jerk?!" Kitty yelled, hating how his mood had shifted so abruptly when she had mentioned Siren. How could one girl have so much power over him?
"Because I ENJOY it!" Pietro sneered at her. Kitty shoved him angrily, and Pietro, caught off balance, landed with a hard thump at the base of the wall. "Argh, are you ~CRAZY~ Pryde!" Pietro sputtered. Kitty's hand flew to her mouth to cover a grin, as ]the blistering tension that had suffused the room disappeared at the comical sight in front of her.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" Kitty asked anxiously, moving closer and fighting hard to keep the laughter from escaping. But her eyes betrayed her as Pietro lifted his silver head and stared in annoyance at her.
"Are you ~laughing~ at me?"
Kitty opened her mouth to issue a swift denial but never got the chance as suddenly a loud creak sounded. Kitty's eyes flew upwards in shock as a bolt popped off, and the immense shelf lost its support. It was going to fall, Kitty thought stunned. Right on her.
**** stupid cliffie, I know hehe..but I couldn't resist. Review please!
Kitty breathed a heart-felt sigh of relief as the final bell sounded shrilly in her ears. She stacked her books neatly and struggled to hold them under one arm while opening her locker. She twirled the combination lock impatiently, and tugged it, to no avail. One of her books slipped and hit the floor with a thud and Kitty let out a groan of frustration. Suddenly a fist banged against her locker door causing it to swing open easily with a squeak.
"Still having problems with your locker, Kitty-Kat?" Lance teased, leaning against her locker. Kitty stepped away from him slightly, staring at him bewildered and a little flustered. Lance hadn't come anywhere ~near~ her since the day of their break-up, and now he was helping her open her locker? Am I supposed to feel flattered or something? Kitty thought skeptically, as Lance continued to grin at her.
"What do you want Lance?" Kitty said cautiously.
"Just wanted to see how you were since-," Lance paused for a second.
"Since you dumped me?" Kitty filled in, unable to keep the accusing tone out of her voice.
"Since I hadn't talked to you in awhile," Lance said loudly, but he flushed guiltily. Good, I hope you feel terrible, Kitty thought, biting her lip.
"I've been good. Great, in fact," Kitty announced forcefully. "And how are things with you and.Siren?"
"Uh..good. Thanks," Lance said slowly, as if confused. "I-uh, was wondering, are you tutoring Pietro or something?"
Kitty barely repressed a grin. So this seemingly random conversation ~did~ have a point. "Nope," Kitty said, not bothering to volunteer any more information. Let him wonder, Kitty thought, watching with satisfaction as Lance shifted his weight uncomfortably.
"Well, then why is he always hanging around you? Is he bothering you?" Lance asked sharply.
"Why, Pietro isn't a bother at all. He's actually quite..sweet, once you get to know him," Kitty said, in her dreamiest voice. Lance looked ill.
"So, you did ditch with him!" Lance said accusingly, disbelief filling his voice. Kitty stared at him, mouth agape.
"How did you find about that?"
"Does it matter? He's a bad influence on you, Kitty," Lance said tightly. Kitty knew she should've been thrilled at the possessiveness in his voice, but at that moment, all she could feel was irritation climbing in her chest.
"I did it because I wanted to, Lance. Pietro didn't force me," Kitty said, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"Please, Kitty. Can't you see he's brainwashing you? This isn't even like you! You've never ditched before in your whole life-," Lance continued stubbornly.
"There's a first time for everything!" Kitty interrupted hotly. She didn't know what she was more insulted by; Lance's assumption that she could be so easily "brainwashed" or his condescending belief about her being a goody-two shoes. He just cares for you, Kitty thought, forcing herself to calm down. But the irritation still remained.
Seeing the annoyance flashing in her vibrant eyes, Lance switched to another tactic. "Look, Kitty. I'm just looking out for you. I just don't want to see you hurt, that's all. Pietro's a jerk, not to mention a total flake. He goes through 5 girls a month, practically! Poor Siren was the last one-," Lance said, his voice lowering to a sympathetic coo.
"Are you deranged? Siren was the one that dumped ~him~!" Kitty protested.
"Can you blame her? She needed someone more sensitive," Lance argued, but his eyes softened at the tightening of Kitty's lips.
"Stop making Siren the victim, when it's obvious she could care less that she practically trampled Pietro," Kitty said furiously, her hands balling into fists. The softening in Lance's eyes was instantly replaced by disbelief.
"I can't believe you're sticking up for him! I just think he's a terrible influence on you. I mean, first ditching, what's next?" Lance said disapprovingly, shaking his head. That was the last straw.
"God, would you listen to yourself!" Kitty said disgustedly. "You sound just like Scott! Besides, when we were dating, nobody ever considered you a good influence on me either," Kitty said defensively. Lance's eyes clouded and then sparked with a mixture of insult and comical disbelief.
"What, so you're DATING him now!" Lance spit out, still baffled. Kitty let out a disgusted sound and turned on her heel. She didn't feel like answering Lance's questions, and somehow she couldn't seem to find much satisfaction in Lance's renewing attention in her. Do I even know what I want out of this deal anymore? Kitty thought, biting her lip. Of course I do, Lance has always been the right one for me, Kitty thought stubbornly. She paused, and looked behind her to see Lance staring after her. She felt a flash of nostalgia envelop her as she remembered all the days when he'd waited by her locker after school, much to the chagrin of Scott. Lance had cared about her once, and unless she was completely mistaken, he still did. Pietro's plan was working, slowly but surely. And I ought to be thankful to him for that, Kitty thought fiercely, and left for the parking lot where she was supposed to meet him.
As she stepped out, she saw Siren Phillips on the arm of none other than Pietro. The scene made her want to throw a very child-like tantrum. Who does he think he is? Kitty thought fuming, as she watched Siren tip her head and let out a loud shrill laugh. And Pietro was ~actually~ laughing back! How was the plan was supposed to work, if he ran drooling back to Siren every time she decided to pull his strings?
Kitty strode over to where they stood, and cleared her throat loudly. Pietro lifted his head, and his eyes flashed with a mixture of surprise and amusement as he took in her furious expression. Siren angled her head, and surveyed Kitty lazily.
"Don't you have, like, something to do Kitty? We were talking," Siren said with a sultry look at Pietro. Kitty clenched her teeth.
"Yeah, well I hate to interrupt this meeting of the minds here," Kitty said sarcastically, "but I need to talk to Pietro."
"Can't it wait? We're busy, right Pietro?" Siren intoned. Kitty couldn't believe her nerve.
"Mmm, I think you'll have to excuse me this time," Pietro said slowly, but he said it with a flirtatious lilt that had Siren giggling and Kitty looking away in disgust. Siren finally retreated but not before shooting Kitty one last poisonous look. Kitty stared after her for a few seconds and then turned back to Pietro. They walked together in silence towards Pietro's car and Pietro cast a curious glance at her stiff profile before getting in.
After a few minutes of driving, he turned to her. "What's your problem?"
"Nothing, I'm fine," Kitty said tersely, silently seething as she stared straight ahead.
"Are you sure? Your face is kind of red," Pietro noted casually.
"Keep your eyes on the road, I'd like to get to the mansion in one piece," Kitty snapped.
"Well, someone is in a great mood today," Pietro remarked sarcastically, but he turned to the road. Then, after a moment, "Wait, why are we going to the mansion? I thought we decided cavorting in front of Wolverine was equivalent to suicide," Pietro demanded.
"Look, we can go upstairs to the third floor, no one goes there. Besides, I doubt we could plan anything with your demented pals around," Kitty said shortly, still in an unaccountably bad mood from seeing Siren so cozy with Pietro. It's not enough she had to have my old boyfriend, but now she has to take my ~pretend~ one, Kitty thought scowling.
"Oh yeah, ~my~ friends are demented! That's good, Pryde. I can hardly sneeze around your place without super-snooper Jubilee trying to play Sherlock Holmes," Pietro snapped. Obviously her bad mood was contagious, Kitty thought, glaring back at him. But it was ~his~ fault. For someone who had made such a big deal about playing "hard to get" he sure was making it easy for Siren to get her claws back into him.
"Can you blame her? Given your less than stellar reputation, she was a little worried I was making a big mistake. I'm beginning to think she was right," Kitty muttered, staring out the window sulkily. She hated how petty and jealous she sounded, but it didn't seem fair that she was so confused about her feelings for Lance when Pietro seemed so assured around Siren.
Pietro stared at her in genuine confusion, but then turned back to the road, and as if giving up on trying to understand her current mood, drove the rest of the way in an irritated silence. By the time Kitty had stalked upstairs to the third floor with Pietro right behind her, the silence had become deafening.
Pietro cleared his throat uncomfortably and looked around the room, noting a large shelf stacked with rows of Jean's pies for the Carnival. "So..pies, huh? Didn't know you cooked."
"They're Jean's," Kitty bit off, and the silence stretched between them once again. Pietro broke it abruptly by turning to her, his blue eyes sharp.
"Look, what's your problem? I thought you were the one who wanted us to practice getting along so we don't repeat what happened at the party. So maybe you can amend your behavior," Pietro said, with a raised eyebrow, his blue eyes glinting.
Kitty turned to him, lips pressed tightly in anger at his audacity. "Amend ~my~ behavior?! I'm not the one out there fraternizing with the enemy!"
"Enemy?-.You mean Siren?" Pietro asked incredulously, with a mixture of laughter and disbelief in his voice. Kitty turned away, her cheeks burning. God, what must he be thinking about her? I'm behaving like a jealous fanatic, Kitty thought clenching her fists as Pietro let out a long laugh that sent tingles up her spine. "Kitty, you are hilarious. Siren's not the enemy, in fact, she's warming up to me real fast all of a sudden," Pietro informed her, his blue eyes still amused.
Kitty clenched her fists tighter. "Now I remember why I loathe you, you're a smug, arrogant jerk!"
Pietro didn't even waver, his blue eyes suddenly searing her with their intensity. "You remember? Does that mean for awhile you forgot?" Pietro asked her, with a raised eyebrow.
Kitty seethed. "Hardly. It's always been a glaring fact." Pietro continued to look at her with a faintly amused look on his face as if he didn't understand where all her anger was coming from but enjoying the fact that he was annoying her. That just wouldn't do, Kitty thought determinedly, forcing herself to calm down.
"Aren't you happy I'm making progress with Siren?" Pietro asked with perfect innocence.
"Of course I am," Kitty said, forcing a sweet smile on her face. "And I'm also happy to report that I'm making some progress of my own with Lance." The amused look was gone from his blue eyes instantly, and Kitty felt a strange leap of happiness.
"Oh, really?" Pietro asked cynically. "And what did Mr. Wonderful say to creep back into your good graces?"
Kitty opened her mouth to tell him that Lance's behavior after school today hadn't really had their desired effect on her, but stopped abruptly. If Pietro was getting along so well with Siren again, then she damn well could do the same with Lance! I like Lance, I love him in fact, Kitty told herself furiously swallowing back a lump in her throat. "First of all, he was ~already~ in my good graces," Kitty corrected him forcefully, as if trying to convince herself. "And second, he told me..that he cared about me," Kitty said quietly.
Pietro had the strangest look on his face for awhile, before it transformed into one of frustration. "And you ~believed~ him?"
Kitty felt a rush of fury at his words. "Why ~shouldn't~ I believe him?! I'm not totally unlovable, you know!" Kitty yelled, a flush rising to her cheeks.
"Of course not! I didn't mean it like that!" Pietro yelled back, losing his temper.
"And what way ~did~ you mean it? It's okay for you to win back Siren, but I'm so disgusting that I could never win back Lance?!" Kitty continued with outrage, knowing she was losing control of her feelings but not being able to stop.
"Forget it, Kitty. You can't stand to hear a single bad thing said about your prince," Pietro said bitterly, his voice strangely subdued. Kitty stared at him.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Kitty asked softly.
"Lance isn't the holy saint you make him out to be but you can't seem to realize it. Maybe it's not any of my business, but he's the last person I could ever see you with," Pietro said his eyes never wavering from her face.
"It's not any of your business," Kitty affirmed hotly. "And besides, I'm not the one who's being manipulated here!"
Pietro's head shot up, and his eyes narrowed quickly at her. "Care to explain that, Pryde?"
Kitty gritted her teeth but refused to be deterred. "Siren's playing you like a grand piano," Kitty said bluntly, "and you're too much of a dumb hormonal guy to see it."
"Dumb hormonal guy? Wow, better watch it, or else your compliments may just go to my head," Pietro spat at her sarcastically, but Kitty was gratified to see his blue eyes looking disturbed at her words. Pietro leaned back against the shelf roughly, his eyes cutting away from her.
"Don't shake the pies, or else Jean will massacre you," Kitty said with alarm, grateful for something to distract her from the dangerous territory their conversation was heading into.
" ' Don't shake the pies'" Pietro mimicked. "You mean like this?" Pietro said mockingly at her, and shook the shelf harder. Kitty clenched her teeth.
"Why are you SUCH a jerk?!" Kitty yelled, hating how his mood had shifted so abruptly when she had mentioned Siren. How could one girl have so much power over him?
"Because I ENJOY it!" Pietro sneered at her. Kitty shoved him angrily, and Pietro, caught off balance, landed with a hard thump at the base of the wall. "Argh, are you ~CRAZY~ Pryde!" Pietro sputtered. Kitty's hand flew to her mouth to cover a grin, as ]the blistering tension that had suffused the room disappeared at the comical sight in front of her.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" Kitty asked anxiously, moving closer and fighting hard to keep the laughter from escaping. But her eyes betrayed her as Pietro lifted his silver head and stared in annoyance at her.
"Are you ~laughing~ at me?"
Kitty opened her mouth to issue a swift denial but never got the chance as suddenly a loud creak sounded. Kitty's eyes flew upwards in shock as a bolt popped off, and the immense shelf lost its support. It was going to fall, Kitty thought stunned. Right on her.
**** stupid cliffie, I know hehe..but I couldn't resist. Review please!