This is a AU reality! There all starting college and all relationships are new!

Crazy.She was driving him crazy!
She was just standing for god-sake!
Leaning against the reseption desk at Summerhills lodge minding her own business waiting for the orintation meeting to finish.
But it was the way she was standing. The way her maids skirt shifted upwords, just a bit, to show an inch more of her left thigh.
As far as Pietro Maximoffe was madness was in a matter of inches. How could he not have noticed her at the party last week. He chocolate brown hair tied in a bouncy ponytail with 2 thick strands framing her perfect heart-shaped face. And her eyes! Wow! They flashed with a childish innocence that he had never seen in anyone else over the age of 7. How could he have spent all his time rolling around the dunes with that redhead...whats her name? Jenny? June? Something like that!
Kathryn or Kitty Pryde was more than hot! She was a hormonal-activivating device!
The meeting ended and he walked over to her from behind.
"How about you and me go upstairs and change some sheets?" He murmered.
She laughed with full lips and sleepy eyes and had a look that said 'been-there-done-that'. Nothing threw her. Not even Pietro.
"Is that really your best line?"
Kurt Wagner ran past with suitcases then grabbed Pietros elbow. "You to behave!" He said in his sing song german voice
."Hey it was your fault! You put us both in the back seat on the way to work today now she's having my baby!" He wrapped a arm round her waist
."With all the bumps on the sand dunes?" Kurt laughed. "As if"
"A boy can dream can't he?" Kitty smirked. She was tough. Tough and rich.
A combination he liked alot.
He breathed in a breath of air in the lobby. There was a faint perfume from Kitty, a vannila-y sent. Plus the sent of salt water and the musty smell off old fishing nets hanging on the wall. For some reason the air just smelled of sex!
"So you wanna go up stairs now pepe lepew has finished talking"
"Shut up about the french jokes!" Marie or as she liked to been known as 'Rogue' hissed. "LeBeu is coming!" Rogue was Kittys best friend who worked behind the reception desk at Summerhills lodge. Rogue was always writing something down. She had the type of eyes that saw all. She made Pietro...nervous.
Sure enough Remy Lebeu was walking threw the crowd. He was the bosses step-son and french.
"Ahhhh miss Pryde!" He put his arm around her and stroked her cheek.
Pietro felt the heat rise in him. He never felt like this before.
"What is it Mr LeBeu?" She asked sweetly threw gritted teeth as his hand trailed down to her cheast area.
That did it.
Pietro lunged at Remy hitting him dead on in the face. They toppled over ignoring Kittys pleas to stop.
Rogue came out from behind the counter pen and notepad at the ready already scribbling things down. Rogue was a jornalist and a damn good one too. She had her articals published in many famouse new papers and was rather younge considering her talent. Only a year older than Kitty. She was one of the few southerners in Summerhills. She was a goth but not always in black more green. It took 4 bus boys to haul Pietro off Remy who was knocked out cold.
"Pietro!" Kitty scolded.
"What?" He asked innocently.