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Chapter Four- You Never Know, It Might Be Fun
All the red and pink and white decorations, with hearts plastered all over the place brought the painful reminder to Crystal that Valentine's Day was in sixteen days. She mentally groaned. Spending it with Duncan was not her idea of a great and romantic holiday.
It was a shame that one of her *college* professors would sink so low as to hang cheap, cardboard hearts from the ceiling and tape the red, white, and pink streamers from one wall to across the room to the other. The woman was at least fifty-five, for Agon's sake! You decorate classrooms in elementary school, not college classrooms where *adults* come to learn! Crystal almost pitied her.
Oliver Wade, a fellow student she got along with nicely, nearly retched at the sight of the room. Crystal had to stifle her laughter. At least it didn't make her feel the need to vomit. Luckily, Oliver hadn't.
Professor Hector, a short, squat, middle-aged woman with thick pearly glasses that were attached to a pearl chain that went around her neck entered. She was wearing a bright red suit, with a white shirt with ruffles underneath. It sort of reminded Crystal of a pirate's shirt. Her hair was dyed a bright orange color, which she must have thought looked natural, and her skin was as saggy and wrinkled as an elephant's. Her thin lips were painted with a bright red lipstick, and her eyes were surrounded by blue eye shadow that reminded Crystal of Mimi from 'The Drew Carey Show'.
"Hello, class," she said, her voice sounding awfully like that one monster from 'Monster's Inc'. What was her name? Crystal couldn't remember.
"I would like to point out another thing in the news," she said, her voice grating on Crystal's ears like nails on a chalkboard. "As you know, mutants have been threatening our country for the last couple of years. I taped a report from the news; we are going to watch it. I want you to know how dangerous it is out there."
Crystal rolled her eyes and sighed, resting her face in her hands. Some of the other students groaned. What did this have to do with economics?
Professor Hector exited the room and then came back in, walking backwards and pulling a television of a cart in front of her. She centered it in the front of the room and turned the television on.
"Mr. Lynch, would you please shut the lights?" She asked. Was it just Crystal, or did her voice sound . . . nasal today?
Ron Lynch, a tall young man with red-brown hair got up exasperatedly and shut the lights off. He walked back to his desk and collapsed back into it.
It was obvious Professor Hector was an avid mutant-hater, since she had shown them several videos about mutants and their 'obvious' desire for destruction.
Crystal sighed and rested her elbow on her desk, placing the side of her face in her hand. Why did economics have to be so boring? Why weren't they even learning about economics?
The screen was all fuzzy at first, and it blinked a few times until the picture cleared. Smoke seemed to be all over and people that were obvious mutants were destroying public or not so public property.
It flashed back to one of the anchors at the studio. A crisp, neat, woman in about her late thirties with light brown hair pulled back into a tight bun showed up on the screen. Crystal doubted if the woman ever cracked a smile before.
"It seems that mutant terrorists caused a disturbance in a suburb close to Bayville quite a few hours ago," she said in monotone.
They showed the clip where a few burly mutants were ripping poles from the sidewalk. The anchor appeared again.
"The X-Men came earlier to the scene today to stop the renegade mutants. So far, everything is well. Thank you and good day."
Professor Hector turned the TV off from the back of the room with the remote control.
She wasted class time on that piece of crap?
"Instead of our usual class based on economics today, we are going to research a mutant that has been identified in Bayville. You will each choose one," she said.
Crystal could not believe this! What did this have to do with economics? Crystal asked just that.
"Mutants may threaten our economy one day, Ms. Amaquelin," the professor retorted, "Which has to do with economics."
"You mean you want us to-to *snoop* into the privacy of these people just because of what they are?" she asked incredulously. Again, she could not believe this! Utter nonsense!
Professor Hector gave her a frosty glare. "Not snoop per se, Ms. Amaquelin."
"Then what?" Kristen Hooper asked from the back, snapping her gum loudly.
"Investigate. These-these *things*, these *freaks* are a danger to society!" The professor said loudly. Crystal glared at her.
She raised her hand. "I will not take part in this assignment. It is useless and will not help me for my future."
"Do the assignment or don't take the class at all," Professor Hector seethed.
Crystal looked at the old hag straight in the eyes, her glare never wavering, and she gathered up her books, grabbed her purse, and left the classroom. She did not notice that several other students out of the forty- three followed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Crystal tossed her books and purse into her car. It was a Grand Pre, a very nice and fast car. It was silver in color and very shiny, and the interior was leather.
But the car did not brighten Crystal's mood.
She sat in the car and slammed the door shut. Putting the key into the ignition, she turned it and the engine started. Economics had been her last class for the day. Now not only was she angry, she was starving.
She pulled the clutch into reverse and sped out of her parking spot and then switched it back and sped on out of there.
She looked around for any kind of restaurants that she could eat in. There was a nice looking café. She pulled into their small parking lot.
A bell tingled above her when she walked in. She sat at one of the booths and observed her surroundings.
A few truck drivers were sitting up at the counter on swiveling stools. Two elderly ladies sat with each other at another booth. A young blonde woman of about twenty was sitting on a stool next to a man with...
White hair.
Crystal almost groaned. She thought about leaving but then decided not to. Maybe he just won't notice her.
A waitress came over to her. She was snapping her gum loudly, and her bleached blonde curls were tied back into a ponytail and she was wearing bright red lipstick.
"Can I get ya anything?" she asked in a bored tone.
"Just a hotdog and coke, thanks," Crystal muttered. The waitress nodded and stalked off.
Crystal glanced at Quicksilver again. He seemed to be with the woman but they weren't really talking to each other. He was ignoring his surroundings, reading the newspaper.
Finally, the woman spoke; "Got any numbers today, Speedy?" she smirked.
Quicksilver sighed, took a sip of his drink, and nodded.
The woman smiled and grabbed his arm, pushing up the sleeve.
"So, you gonna call...Ingrid?" Her brow furrowed at the name.
"Are you kidding me?" Quicksilver snorted.
"Was she hot?" The woman asked.
"No, Tabitha, she was not hot. I was merely being polite," he replied, still reading the paper.
"So she was hot?" she quirked an eyebrow.
"She was hot," he said carefully, "But she was...nasally."
"So you're not going to call her because her voice sounded nasally?" Tabitha asked, a grin spreading across her face.
"Boom Boom, she had a voice like Fran Dresher," he said irritably.
"Oh, so that about sums it up," Tabitha nodded in understanding.
The waitress came back to Crystal's table with her food. She set it down with a clunk, and again stalked away. She went behind the counter and started flirting with Quicksilver.
Crystal started eating the hotdog slowly, after putting ketchup and mustard on it. She listened into the conversation again.
"Hey, handsome, why don't you call me?" The waitress winked, handing Quicksilver a little slip of yellow paper.
He grabbed it without taking his eyes off of the paper and put it in his back pocket.
"Sure thing," he said as if he really didn't mean it.
The waitress batted her eyes, "Vicky's my name," she said in a flirtatious voice that sounded nauseating to Tabitha, Quicksilver, and Crystal.
"Craig," he said, giving her an alias. Vicky let out a giggle and went into the kitchen in the back.
"So," Tabitha smirked, "Is Speedy Gonzalez gonna call that one?"
"Tabby, I gave her a fake name!" he said in a low voice.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Tabitha nodded, "That one's a nut job."
Quicksilver smirked.
Tabitha's eyes drifted over to where Crystal was eating and listening. A gleam entered her eyes. She leaned over to Quicksilver and whispered in his ear, her eyes never leaving Crystal. Crystal could feel herself blushing just a little bit.
Quicksilver whipped his head around so fast Crystal thought he was going to unscrew his head. He smirked.
He stood up and walked over to where she was sitting and slid into the booth opposite of her.
He cocked his head to the side and studied her intently. Crystal began to feel self-conscious.
"Are you sure you're not stalking me?" He asked, his chin resting on the palm of his hand.
"I'm sure," Crystal seethed.
"Liar, liar," he sang quietly. Crystal was just about to wring his neck.
"Quick, hurry up!" Tabitha called from her stool.
Quicksilver ignored her. Instead, he stuck out his hand for Crystal to shake. She took it hesitantly.
"Pietro Maximoff," he introduced himself. Crystal didn't say anything for a while. He raised a dark eyebrow.
"Crystalia Amaquelin," she muttered.
"Pleased to meet you, Crystalia," he smirked. Great, now he was being bratty.
"Likewise," she answered coldly. He smiled.
"I was wondering if maybe I could have your number?" he asked. Crystal stared at him, surprised by the change the smile brought. His eyes lit up and he looked even more handsome, nothing like the usual cold and arrogant smirk she had seen him wear.
"I-I have a boyfriend," she stammered.
The smile melted back into a smirk. "Oh, yes. I forgot. Duncan Matthews? Former varsity captain, current dick?"
Crystal felt a little bit of anger. "He is not."
Pietro let out a short, bark of laughter. "Yeah, yeah, sure whatever you say," he looked at her, and his gaze softened slightly, "Look, I don't want to hurt your feelings or anything but if Matthews isn't cheating on you I'd shoot my leg. And if he doesn't break up with you before Valentine's Day, I'd cut my leg off."
Crystal knew this must be some sort of a bluff, "I'm not sure I believe you."
"You don't have to," he muttered, "but you must have noticed what my power is. Do you really think I'd say that if I weren't so sure about it? I run every day. It's my life."
Crystal didn't say anything. She instead reached for her purse and pulled out a black pen. Grabbing his arm, she pushed up the sleeve. After writing seven numbers down, she leaned back and put the pen away. Pietro examined the number.
"This isn't fake or anything?" he asked.
"No," she answered honestly. He probably wouldn't call anyways.
He smirked at her, "I'll call you," he slid out of the booth and walked over to Tabitha. They exited together, and Crystal watched him the whole time.
She then felt a glare being aimed at her and she turned her head to her right and looked at the waitress. She looked livid.
Crystal then paid, left a tip and exited the café.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Crystal was wrapping her wet hair into a towel when the phone rang. She sighed out of frustration and took another fluffy white towel from its place and wrapped it around her body.
The phone was still ringing. She checked the caller ID. It said Darkholme, Raven, and then the number.
She cautiously picked it up off the hook; half afraid it was a telemarketer calling.
"Hello?" she said.
"Hello." It was he. "It's Pietro Maximoff." She already knew that.
"H-hi," she answered back hesitantly. Unconsciously, she gripped the towel tighter around her body.
"You free?" he asked. He sounded casual and smooth, as if he did this often.
"I, um, um," she was not sure what to say. Is it possible to embarrass yourself over the phone?
"Yes or no?" he started to sound impatient.
"N-well," she stuttered, starting to blush beet red, "Uh, y-yeah."
"Good," he said, sounding satisfied.
"Um, uh, when?" she asked, her stuttering calming some.
"Tomorrow night? I'll pick you up at seven."
"O-okay," she said. "B-bye."
"Wait!"
"What?" she asked. She was starting to gain her composure back.
"Where do you live?"
She told him which apartment complex she lived in and which room number.
"Okee-dokee then," he said, his speech sort of hyper.
"What, should I wear? Casual?" she asked.
"Yeah, sure, casual, whatever," he said, sounding slightly distracted. There were screams and crashes in the back round.
"GUYS! SHUT THE HELL UP, I'M ON THE PHONE!" his shouting was muffled but she heard him clearly.
"Toad just leave my sister alone! Eeewww! You're so fucken gross it's not even funny," his voice was even more muffled now.
"Sorry about that," he spoke into the receiver again. Crystal was curious at what was happening.
"What was that?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
"My roommates. I live with three other guys and my sister. Some sort of mutant team thingy," he said. He spoke again, his voice suddenly cautious and sort of accusing, "You don't mind mutants do you?"
"No."
"Good. See you tomorrow. Bye," he hung up before she could answer.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Crystal was getting ready for her date. She wore nice black pants that clung to her curves, and gym shoes. She wore a yellow silk tank top that showed off her breasts. She was putting in diamond studs when there was a knock on the door. She looked at herself in the mirror, puzzled for a moment. How could he have gotten in?
She walked to the door and looked out of the eyehole. She opened it.
"How on Earth did you get in?" she asked. He smirked at her.
"Sometimes I'm too fast they can't see me, just snuck right in when somebody opened the door to come out. They didn't even bat an eye," he said proudly.
Crystal stared at him. He was wearing normal blue jeans, but was wearing a light blue polo shirt with the first few buttons unbuttoned. Underneath was a white t-shirt. On his left ear was a silver stud.
He raised an eyebrow at her, "You look good."
Crystal knew she was blushing. To her horror, she was stuttering again. "Th- thanks. Y-you do to."
He just smirked as if he was about to say, "I know" but he seemed to think better of it.
Crystal was almost regretting giving him her number. What if Duncan caught her?
'You never know,' a voice said to her, 'Might be fun.'
She nodded. Pietro quirked his eyebrow up again.
She looked down at the floor. "S-sorry," Damnation! Why was she stuttering?
"I was going to drive but Lance wouldn't let me borrow his jeep," he said, looking a tiny bit sheepish, "And Wanda pointed out that I would kill you anyways if I drove."
"What?" she asked incredulously, a little bit afraid.
He grinned at her. "I'm not that good of a driver. Red lights, yellow lights, they're too slow."
She grabbed her jacket from the couch and started to put it on. "Is everything too slow for you?"
He looked a little bit sad. "Can't control how fast my brain works. Two minutes is like two hours to me. Here," he handed her purse to her. "I'm going to run us there. You like bowling?"
She gave him a small smile. "Yeah, bowling sounds fun."
He walked towards her and gave her a questioning look, "You ready? Got everything?"
She nodded, walking over to the door and locking it. He scooped her up in his arms and she let out a surprised gasp. He just smirked.
"I'd close your eyes," he said as he walked out into the hallway and closing the door. She did so.
"And hang on to that purse very tightly," he added. She did so.
"Better hang on to me tightly too," he added again. She wondered if he was doing this on purpose, but she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly anyways.
She felt a strong wind against her face and started to feel slightly nauseous, and she buried her face into his neck, willing herself not to vomit. Then all of a sudden it stopped.
"We're here," he said softly, gently setting her on her feet and gripping a hand around her arm to keep her steady.
She moaned and slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes widened. "That was fast."
"I'm Quicksilver. Of course it was fast. I'm the fastest living thing in the world," he bristled.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Boo yeah!" Pietro cheered and punched a fist into the air. Crystal wrote down his score.
"Who is God?" he taunted her. So far he had gotten strikes and spares. Lucky bastard.
"Not you," she retorted and went to take her turn. She grabbed the ten- pound ball and stepped up to the line. She aimed, rolled her arm back and in one motion she moved it forward, letting the ball go. She knocked down eight pins, the remaining two all the way on the opposite sides of each other.
"Ooh, you got yourself in a pickle there," Pietro smirked, twirling the pen in his fingers.
Crystal scowled at him and aimed again. She released the ball and it rolled down the lane, knocking the left pin down.
"Good game, good game," Pietro said, writing down her score.
"Yeah, yeah," Crystal said, taking off the size eight rental shoes.
Pietro rolled his shoulders back and then stretched his arms over his head. "Want ice cream or something? There's an Oberweiss about two blocks away."
"Sure," Crystal said, tying the shoelaces of her own shoes. "Just, can we maybe walk there? When you ran, the wind hurt my face."
Pietro looked slightly disappointed. "Yeah, sure, whatever."
"Thanks," she said gratefully.
"No problem," he said, grabbing both of their rental shoes to return them. He was back a minute later.
"Bowling alleys are too slow," he said grumpily.
"Live with it."
"I do! It would just be a little bit better if they were faster!" he replied. Crystal will never understand his need for everything to be faster.
After Pietro ran her back home after having ice cream, Crystal collapsed on to the couch. It had actually been a fun date.
She wished he would call her again.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
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Chapter Four- You Never Know, It Might Be Fun
All the red and pink and white decorations, with hearts plastered all over the place brought the painful reminder to Crystal that Valentine's Day was in sixteen days. She mentally groaned. Spending it with Duncan was not her idea of a great and romantic holiday.
It was a shame that one of her *college* professors would sink so low as to hang cheap, cardboard hearts from the ceiling and tape the red, white, and pink streamers from one wall to across the room to the other. The woman was at least fifty-five, for Agon's sake! You decorate classrooms in elementary school, not college classrooms where *adults* come to learn! Crystal almost pitied her.
Oliver Wade, a fellow student she got along with nicely, nearly retched at the sight of the room. Crystal had to stifle her laughter. At least it didn't make her feel the need to vomit. Luckily, Oliver hadn't.
Professor Hector, a short, squat, middle-aged woman with thick pearly glasses that were attached to a pearl chain that went around her neck entered. She was wearing a bright red suit, with a white shirt with ruffles underneath. It sort of reminded Crystal of a pirate's shirt. Her hair was dyed a bright orange color, which she must have thought looked natural, and her skin was as saggy and wrinkled as an elephant's. Her thin lips were painted with a bright red lipstick, and her eyes were surrounded by blue eye shadow that reminded Crystal of Mimi from 'The Drew Carey Show'.
"Hello, class," she said, her voice sounding awfully like that one monster from 'Monster's Inc'. What was her name? Crystal couldn't remember.
"I would like to point out another thing in the news," she said, her voice grating on Crystal's ears like nails on a chalkboard. "As you know, mutants have been threatening our country for the last couple of years. I taped a report from the news; we are going to watch it. I want you to know how dangerous it is out there."
Crystal rolled her eyes and sighed, resting her face in her hands. Some of the other students groaned. What did this have to do with economics?
Professor Hector exited the room and then came back in, walking backwards and pulling a television of a cart in front of her. She centered it in the front of the room and turned the television on.
"Mr. Lynch, would you please shut the lights?" She asked. Was it just Crystal, or did her voice sound . . . nasal today?
Ron Lynch, a tall young man with red-brown hair got up exasperatedly and shut the lights off. He walked back to his desk and collapsed back into it.
It was obvious Professor Hector was an avid mutant-hater, since she had shown them several videos about mutants and their 'obvious' desire for destruction.
Crystal sighed and rested her elbow on her desk, placing the side of her face in her hand. Why did economics have to be so boring? Why weren't they even learning about economics?
The screen was all fuzzy at first, and it blinked a few times until the picture cleared. Smoke seemed to be all over and people that were obvious mutants were destroying public or not so public property.
It flashed back to one of the anchors at the studio. A crisp, neat, woman in about her late thirties with light brown hair pulled back into a tight bun showed up on the screen. Crystal doubted if the woman ever cracked a smile before.
"It seems that mutant terrorists caused a disturbance in a suburb close to Bayville quite a few hours ago," she said in monotone.
They showed the clip where a few burly mutants were ripping poles from the sidewalk. The anchor appeared again.
"The X-Men came earlier to the scene today to stop the renegade mutants. So far, everything is well. Thank you and good day."
Professor Hector turned the TV off from the back of the room with the remote control.
She wasted class time on that piece of crap?
"Instead of our usual class based on economics today, we are going to research a mutant that has been identified in Bayville. You will each choose one," she said.
Crystal could not believe this! What did this have to do with economics? Crystal asked just that.
"Mutants may threaten our economy one day, Ms. Amaquelin," the professor retorted, "Which has to do with economics."
"You mean you want us to-to *snoop* into the privacy of these people just because of what they are?" she asked incredulously. Again, she could not believe this! Utter nonsense!
Professor Hector gave her a frosty glare. "Not snoop per se, Ms. Amaquelin."
"Then what?" Kristen Hooper asked from the back, snapping her gum loudly.
"Investigate. These-these *things*, these *freaks* are a danger to society!" The professor said loudly. Crystal glared at her.
She raised her hand. "I will not take part in this assignment. It is useless and will not help me for my future."
"Do the assignment or don't take the class at all," Professor Hector seethed.
Crystal looked at the old hag straight in the eyes, her glare never wavering, and she gathered up her books, grabbed her purse, and left the classroom. She did not notice that several other students out of the forty- three followed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Crystal tossed her books and purse into her car. It was a Grand Pre, a very nice and fast car. It was silver in color and very shiny, and the interior was leather.
But the car did not brighten Crystal's mood.
She sat in the car and slammed the door shut. Putting the key into the ignition, she turned it and the engine started. Economics had been her last class for the day. Now not only was she angry, she was starving.
She pulled the clutch into reverse and sped out of her parking spot and then switched it back and sped on out of there.
She looked around for any kind of restaurants that she could eat in. There was a nice looking café. She pulled into their small parking lot.
A bell tingled above her when she walked in. She sat at one of the booths and observed her surroundings.
A few truck drivers were sitting up at the counter on swiveling stools. Two elderly ladies sat with each other at another booth. A young blonde woman of about twenty was sitting on a stool next to a man with...
White hair.
Crystal almost groaned. She thought about leaving but then decided not to. Maybe he just won't notice her.
A waitress came over to her. She was snapping her gum loudly, and her bleached blonde curls were tied back into a ponytail and she was wearing bright red lipstick.
"Can I get ya anything?" she asked in a bored tone.
"Just a hotdog and coke, thanks," Crystal muttered. The waitress nodded and stalked off.
Crystal glanced at Quicksilver again. He seemed to be with the woman but they weren't really talking to each other. He was ignoring his surroundings, reading the newspaper.
Finally, the woman spoke; "Got any numbers today, Speedy?" she smirked.
Quicksilver sighed, took a sip of his drink, and nodded.
The woman smiled and grabbed his arm, pushing up the sleeve.
"So, you gonna call...Ingrid?" Her brow furrowed at the name.
"Are you kidding me?" Quicksilver snorted.
"Was she hot?" The woman asked.
"No, Tabitha, she was not hot. I was merely being polite," he replied, still reading the paper.
"So she was hot?" she quirked an eyebrow.
"She was hot," he said carefully, "But she was...nasally."
"So you're not going to call her because her voice sounded nasally?" Tabitha asked, a grin spreading across her face.
"Boom Boom, she had a voice like Fran Dresher," he said irritably.
"Oh, so that about sums it up," Tabitha nodded in understanding.
The waitress came back to Crystal's table with her food. She set it down with a clunk, and again stalked away. She went behind the counter and started flirting with Quicksilver.
Crystal started eating the hotdog slowly, after putting ketchup and mustard on it. She listened into the conversation again.
"Hey, handsome, why don't you call me?" The waitress winked, handing Quicksilver a little slip of yellow paper.
He grabbed it without taking his eyes off of the paper and put it in his back pocket.
"Sure thing," he said as if he really didn't mean it.
The waitress batted her eyes, "Vicky's my name," she said in a flirtatious voice that sounded nauseating to Tabitha, Quicksilver, and Crystal.
"Craig," he said, giving her an alias. Vicky let out a giggle and went into the kitchen in the back.
"So," Tabitha smirked, "Is Speedy Gonzalez gonna call that one?"
"Tabby, I gave her a fake name!" he said in a low voice.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Tabitha nodded, "That one's a nut job."
Quicksilver smirked.
Tabitha's eyes drifted over to where Crystal was eating and listening. A gleam entered her eyes. She leaned over to Quicksilver and whispered in his ear, her eyes never leaving Crystal. Crystal could feel herself blushing just a little bit.
Quicksilver whipped his head around so fast Crystal thought he was going to unscrew his head. He smirked.
He stood up and walked over to where she was sitting and slid into the booth opposite of her.
He cocked his head to the side and studied her intently. Crystal began to feel self-conscious.
"Are you sure you're not stalking me?" He asked, his chin resting on the palm of his hand.
"I'm sure," Crystal seethed.
"Liar, liar," he sang quietly. Crystal was just about to wring his neck.
"Quick, hurry up!" Tabitha called from her stool.
Quicksilver ignored her. Instead, he stuck out his hand for Crystal to shake. She took it hesitantly.
"Pietro Maximoff," he introduced himself. Crystal didn't say anything for a while. He raised a dark eyebrow.
"Crystalia Amaquelin," she muttered.
"Pleased to meet you, Crystalia," he smirked. Great, now he was being bratty.
"Likewise," she answered coldly. He smiled.
"I was wondering if maybe I could have your number?" he asked. Crystal stared at him, surprised by the change the smile brought. His eyes lit up and he looked even more handsome, nothing like the usual cold and arrogant smirk she had seen him wear.
"I-I have a boyfriend," she stammered.
The smile melted back into a smirk. "Oh, yes. I forgot. Duncan Matthews? Former varsity captain, current dick?"
Crystal felt a little bit of anger. "He is not."
Pietro let out a short, bark of laughter. "Yeah, yeah, sure whatever you say," he looked at her, and his gaze softened slightly, "Look, I don't want to hurt your feelings or anything but if Matthews isn't cheating on you I'd shoot my leg. And if he doesn't break up with you before Valentine's Day, I'd cut my leg off."
Crystal knew this must be some sort of a bluff, "I'm not sure I believe you."
"You don't have to," he muttered, "but you must have noticed what my power is. Do you really think I'd say that if I weren't so sure about it? I run every day. It's my life."
Crystal didn't say anything. She instead reached for her purse and pulled out a black pen. Grabbing his arm, she pushed up the sleeve. After writing seven numbers down, she leaned back and put the pen away. Pietro examined the number.
"This isn't fake or anything?" he asked.
"No," she answered honestly. He probably wouldn't call anyways.
He smirked at her, "I'll call you," he slid out of the booth and walked over to Tabitha. They exited together, and Crystal watched him the whole time.
She then felt a glare being aimed at her and she turned her head to her right and looked at the waitress. She looked livid.
Crystal then paid, left a tip and exited the café.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Crystal was wrapping her wet hair into a towel when the phone rang. She sighed out of frustration and took another fluffy white towel from its place and wrapped it around her body.
The phone was still ringing. She checked the caller ID. It said Darkholme, Raven, and then the number.
She cautiously picked it up off the hook; half afraid it was a telemarketer calling.
"Hello?" she said.
"Hello." It was he. "It's Pietro Maximoff." She already knew that.
"H-hi," she answered back hesitantly. Unconsciously, she gripped the towel tighter around her body.
"You free?" he asked. He sounded casual and smooth, as if he did this often.
"I, um, um," she was not sure what to say. Is it possible to embarrass yourself over the phone?
"Yes or no?" he started to sound impatient.
"N-well," she stuttered, starting to blush beet red, "Uh, y-yeah."
"Good," he said, sounding satisfied.
"Um, uh, when?" she asked, her stuttering calming some.
"Tomorrow night? I'll pick you up at seven."
"O-okay," she said. "B-bye."
"Wait!"
"What?" she asked. She was starting to gain her composure back.
"Where do you live?"
She told him which apartment complex she lived in and which room number.
"Okee-dokee then," he said, his speech sort of hyper.
"What, should I wear? Casual?" she asked.
"Yeah, sure, casual, whatever," he said, sounding slightly distracted. There were screams and crashes in the back round.
"GUYS! SHUT THE HELL UP, I'M ON THE PHONE!" his shouting was muffled but she heard him clearly.
"Toad just leave my sister alone! Eeewww! You're so fucken gross it's not even funny," his voice was even more muffled now.
"Sorry about that," he spoke into the receiver again. Crystal was curious at what was happening.
"What was that?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
"My roommates. I live with three other guys and my sister. Some sort of mutant team thingy," he said. He spoke again, his voice suddenly cautious and sort of accusing, "You don't mind mutants do you?"
"No."
"Good. See you tomorrow. Bye," he hung up before she could answer.
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Crystal was getting ready for her date. She wore nice black pants that clung to her curves, and gym shoes. She wore a yellow silk tank top that showed off her breasts. She was putting in diamond studs when there was a knock on the door. She looked at herself in the mirror, puzzled for a moment. How could he have gotten in?
She walked to the door and looked out of the eyehole. She opened it.
"How on Earth did you get in?" she asked. He smirked at her.
"Sometimes I'm too fast they can't see me, just snuck right in when somebody opened the door to come out. They didn't even bat an eye," he said proudly.
Crystal stared at him. He was wearing normal blue jeans, but was wearing a light blue polo shirt with the first few buttons unbuttoned. Underneath was a white t-shirt. On his left ear was a silver stud.
He raised an eyebrow at her, "You look good."
Crystal knew she was blushing. To her horror, she was stuttering again. "Th- thanks. Y-you do to."
He just smirked as if he was about to say, "I know" but he seemed to think better of it.
Crystal was almost regretting giving him her number. What if Duncan caught her?
'You never know,' a voice said to her, 'Might be fun.'
She nodded. Pietro quirked his eyebrow up again.
She looked down at the floor. "S-sorry," Damnation! Why was she stuttering?
"I was going to drive but Lance wouldn't let me borrow his jeep," he said, looking a tiny bit sheepish, "And Wanda pointed out that I would kill you anyways if I drove."
"What?" she asked incredulously, a little bit afraid.
He grinned at her. "I'm not that good of a driver. Red lights, yellow lights, they're too slow."
She grabbed her jacket from the couch and started to put it on. "Is everything too slow for you?"
He looked a little bit sad. "Can't control how fast my brain works. Two minutes is like two hours to me. Here," he handed her purse to her. "I'm going to run us there. You like bowling?"
She gave him a small smile. "Yeah, bowling sounds fun."
He walked towards her and gave her a questioning look, "You ready? Got everything?"
She nodded, walking over to the door and locking it. He scooped her up in his arms and she let out a surprised gasp. He just smirked.
"I'd close your eyes," he said as he walked out into the hallway and closing the door. She did so.
"And hang on to that purse very tightly," he added. She did so.
"Better hang on to me tightly too," he added again. She wondered if he was doing this on purpose, but she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly anyways.
She felt a strong wind against her face and started to feel slightly nauseous, and she buried her face into his neck, willing herself not to vomit. Then all of a sudden it stopped.
"We're here," he said softly, gently setting her on her feet and gripping a hand around her arm to keep her steady.
She moaned and slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes widened. "That was fast."
"I'm Quicksilver. Of course it was fast. I'm the fastest living thing in the world," he bristled.
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"Boo yeah!" Pietro cheered and punched a fist into the air. Crystal wrote down his score.
"Who is God?" he taunted her. So far he had gotten strikes and spares. Lucky bastard.
"Not you," she retorted and went to take her turn. She grabbed the ten- pound ball and stepped up to the line. She aimed, rolled her arm back and in one motion she moved it forward, letting the ball go. She knocked down eight pins, the remaining two all the way on the opposite sides of each other.
"Ooh, you got yourself in a pickle there," Pietro smirked, twirling the pen in his fingers.
Crystal scowled at him and aimed again. She released the ball and it rolled down the lane, knocking the left pin down.
"Good game, good game," Pietro said, writing down her score.
"Yeah, yeah," Crystal said, taking off the size eight rental shoes.
Pietro rolled his shoulders back and then stretched his arms over his head. "Want ice cream or something? There's an Oberweiss about two blocks away."
"Sure," Crystal said, tying the shoelaces of her own shoes. "Just, can we maybe walk there? When you ran, the wind hurt my face."
Pietro looked slightly disappointed. "Yeah, sure, whatever."
"Thanks," she said gratefully.
"No problem," he said, grabbing both of their rental shoes to return them. He was back a minute later.
"Bowling alleys are too slow," he said grumpily.
"Live with it."
"I do! It would just be a little bit better if they were faster!" he replied. Crystal will never understand his need for everything to be faster.
After Pietro ran her back home after having ice cream, Crystal collapsed on to the couch. It had actually been a fun date.
She wished he would call her again.
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Hey! Yay! This chapter was long! Well, expect the next chapter around Valentine's Day! Ooh, their first date!
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