Disclaimer- If I'd own X-Men: Evolution, I'd have Pietro running around naked. Unfortunately, I don't, so there won't be any of that.

Chapter Thirteen- Engagement

"I can not believe him!" Crystal seethed in the passenger's seat. "I can not believe him!"

Lorna looked at her friend warily out of the corner of her eye. There was a slight frown on her face.

"How could he lose his temper like that?" Crystal asked, her face reddening. "How on earth could he do something as stupid as to start a fight like that? How the hell could he?"

"Crys," Lorna said soothingly as they pulled into the apartment building's parking lot. "Crys, I think you're over reacting just a tad."

Crystal balled her hands up in fists and hit the armrest frustratingly. "How could you say that?! After what he did? It was uncalled for! He just proved that Duncan was the better man! Ooh, I feel so-"

"Mad? Angry?" Lorna offered.

"I'm furious," Crystal hissed.

"Well, if you put it literally, they all mean the same thing," Lorna said, raising an eyebrow.

"Shut up," Crystal snapped, opening the door and slamming it shut.

"Hey, careful, careful!" Lorna said angrily as she followed her friend out of the car. "I paid money for this thing!"

They entered the building and began climbing up the stairs, Lorna quickening her pace to keep up with Crystal.

"Well, if you think about it," Lorna said, stopping the door when her friend pushed it hard enough where it could have bounced off its hinges. "He wasn't exactly out of line. Did you hear what that jackass said to him?"

"Still isn't an excuse!" Crystal snapped, pulling her shirt over her head as she marched to her room. Seconds later she emerged with a loose gray t-shirt and comfortable jeans.

"Yeah it is!" Lorna argued. "If anyone talked like that about my sister, I'd feel obligated to kick their ass too! Duncan probably had it coming to him a long time ago."

Crystal sighed. Walking to the kitchen she poured herself a bowl of cereal and milk. "I was just embarrassed is all."

"Well you shouldn't be," Lorna assured her. "What I think, Crys is that you need to find out more about him. I don't think you know enough."

"I do know him," Crystal insisted, her grip on her spoon loosening.

"How long have you been going out with him?" Lorna asked, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall. "A month and a half? Two?"

Crystal's brow furrowed. "Well...if you don't count the three month break we had from each other it would be...five months."

Lorna snorted from her spot. The two had only been on a couple dates when Crystal found out he had been dating other women when he was seeing her and she stopped seeing him all together. Well, that was until they started all over again.

"What you need to know, Crys," Lorna told her, "Is if he's prone to anger easily. Is he cruel to others? Is he just an asshole in general? Is he like all other men I know and is horny all the damn time?"

"Well..." Crystal began blush coloring her cheeks slightly. "I wouldn't doubt if he's...made love before," Lorna snorted and rolled her eyes. Really, Crystal just couldn't call it just plain 'meaningless wild animal sex'. "The ladies do seem to flock to him. He's good looking, so yeah, he probably has. But he's never...he's never instigated that he wanted to do that with, well, me."

"Just because he's sexy doesn't mean that he's automatically gotten laid before," Lorna said, taking a step forward and pulling out a chair at the table, taking a seat. She was getting interested.

Crystal shook her head. "No, I'm pretty sure he's a slut." Lorna burst into giggles.

"Well, if he's a slut and you two haven't done it yet, that means he's probably sexually frustrated and just took his anger out on Duncan," Lorna said, "and that means that he's not easy to anger...I guess. He just needed a distraction from his lack of sex and keeping your relationship monogamous."

Crystal sighed and shook her head slightly.

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Two Weeks Later...

Pietro entered his room silently and shut the door behind him, with one hand gripping the towel at his waist. When the door clicked shut, he threw the towel in one of the corners of his tidy room. It hit the wall and fell to the floor, looking out of place among his neatly arranged belongings. He growled.

He walked over to the dresser and opened one of the drawers roughly, digging to find some clothes to wear. He glanced briefly behind him at the cell phone that was lying innocently on his nightstand table. She hadn't called.

Well, he wasn't going to call her. If she were going to be stubborn like that, he would be too.

The door opened and Pietro jumped about three feet into the air in surprise.

"We're engaged!" Lance said excitedly, holding Kitty's hand in the doorway. Pietro let out a strangled yelp and dove behind his bed, which obscured him from the view by the door. A hand went up and grabbed the blanket on his bed, pulling it down to him. He quickly wrapped it as best he could around his waist and stood up, his face flushed from embarrassment and anger.

"Asshole! Knock next time, willya?!" He snarled, clutching the blanket around him tighter as he felt it begin to slip.

Kitty's face was red like a beet, and she looked anywhere but at Pietro. Lance's was too, but it was from embarrassment for Kitty. Everybody in the damn house had seen each other naked before. It was sort of inevitable when there wasn't a lock to the bathroom. He had wished to spare Kitty that.

Oh well.

"Yeah, well we're engaged," Lance repeated, squeezing Kitty's hand tighter. Pietro took a moment and stared at them both as the redness started to fade away on his face and neck.

"Yeah, well congrats then," He grumbled, looking away. Abruptly he seized the phone on the stand and hurled it at the wall by the door. Kitty jumped back with a gasp.

"Well, don't just stand there! I'm naked dammit! Now get out, OUT!" Pietro shouted pointing at them. Kitty scrambled out of the room and down the hallway. Lance stood there for a moment but then sighed and closed the door softly behind him.

Pietro stared at the door until his breathing became more controlled. His eyes spotted the shattered remnants of his cell phone on the floor.

"Aww dammit!" He growled but then collapsed to the floor in a heap. He rubbed his hand over his face wearily. He felt so stressed lately.

"God, I need to get laid."

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Howdy guys! Sorry the chapter's so short! No shout outs this time, sorry again I'm too lazy right now. But thanks for reviewing anyways!

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