Double Dare

Chapter Ten

Author: Icy Flame

"Like, what are you wearing?" one of the cheerleaders questioned, the others echoing her question.

Pietro looked down at his clothing, not understanding their questioning his apparel, until he realized that it was still the "Goth" look he had tried to impress Rogue with. Grumbling to himself about stupidities, Pietro tried to think up an excuse for wearing the clothes. While he still looked yummy-how could I not?- the style was not his own. Deciding to ignore the question in order to get around the situation he went to one of his main tools, flattery.

"Ladies, imagine seeing you here! I would have never fancied that you dolls would wander into such an enclosure! Beauties such as your selves are too rare for such a dusty place as the library."

The girls all cooed in appreciation, after all, it wasn't every day that Pietro Maximoff gave out compliments so freely. One short blonde even went so far as to swoon as his praise. Pietro rolled his baby blues at their shallowness, not that he didn't appreciate shallow behavior, but really. Then it hit him, well he'd probably swoon too if he was hitting on himself…wait did that even make any sense? Shaking his head, he tuned back into whatever the cheerleaders were babbling about now.

"And I was sooo surprised you didn't come to the party at Triton's last night!"

"Party? At Triton's?" Pietro asked dully, why hadn't he been personally invited? That snipe, that was the last time he…stole Triton's girlfriend, ok so maybe that was why he lacked an invite. The mob of cheerleaders continued their ranting about the party, ignoring that Pietro had seemed uninterested. He was miffed at their lack of attention to his ego and was considering leaving them to the worse fate he could-removing his wondrous company from their own. Really, no matter how skimpy their skirts were or the tightness of their low cut sweaters. Which upon closer examination made Pietro curious if it would be crass to ask if it was 'a tit bit nippley outside', deciding he didn't care if they considered him snotty for asking anyways, when they mentioned Jean Grey, everyone's least liked red head physic.

"I know Tiff, I still can't believe she was all over that Summers guy like that. Ugh I almost choked on my tic tac when I walked into the bedroom with Steve and they were like totally going at it! I mean, don't they realize that the bedrooms are specially for cheerleaders only?"

"Rachel, Jean totally is a cheerleader! Ohmygod, you are such a total dunce!"

"What did you just call me? I do not have dents! My doctor made sure that they were perfectly round this time!" Rachel cried, sniffling loudly.

Having his fill of ditz for the day, Pietro raced off to the boarding house. If those two started a catfight he would never get any work done. Shaking his head at his own severe determination Quicksilver ran up to his room. He was shocked that his boots didn't look too different, not like most of his shoes that were in shreds after he used them for a day. Feeling pleased with his footwear he settled down to figure out what to do to win Rogue's heart.

Tabitha was sneaking up to Roberto's room, to deliver a brown nondescript package, when a hand reached out and grabbed her. She held back the urge to bomb whoever it was and turned around to see Daniel Evans. The most immature X-men there was, Tabitha had to give him some credit though, the adults did often expect them to perform perfectly, not remembering that they were children.

She couldn't recall any past fumbled between the two of them, in fact, Tabitha didn't really know the bone shooter at all. Just by rumor really. Living in a boarding house filled to the brim with teenagers led to it becoming a primary rumor mill though, a new on circulating every day or so. Boom boom grinned as she thought about the juicy one that had started just last Tuesday about Sam still wetting the bed and sleeping with a teddy bear.

A cough distracted her from thinking about starting another one, also bringing attention to the fact that Evan still had his hand on her. Raising an eyebrow she gave him a defensive look.

"I don't know who you're think your messing with but—"

"I just need to ask you something Boom boom." He looked nervous and kept shifting from foot to foot. 'He must want to order some "plain brown nondescript packages of his own"'.

"Spyke, right? Uh, there something I can help you with? Wanna place an order?"

She grinned at him, releasing her body from the fighting stance she had taken. In her opinion Evan struck her as the type that would like a number four-a-alpha package. Transvestites in polka garb, not her particular cup of tea but to each his own. He flushed deeply and shook his head as if the thought of doing so would send him straight to Hell.

"It's just that, I uh, well you see, Pietro—well," Evan started jittery, speeding up near the end, "Will you go out with me?"

Tabitha had to hold back her initial emotion; this could be useful for the future. Not to mention that she could use a few decent meals, free of charge and legal for once. Pasting on a sugary smile she nodded her head eagerly, cackling on the inside at how she would soon reap the benefits of this poor love struck teen. Tabby was immensely pleased with the fact that she had stopped her self from rubbing her hands together and crowing with glee.

"Great! Then we'll go out to George's tomorrow, eight?"

Evan wavered, not knowing if the place would be too fancy—and by fancy he meant expensive—for his wallet. Then recalling Maximoff's smug mug her nodded, smiling.

"Sure, whatever you want."

If it was possible, Tabitha's smile just got bigger; Evan choked back a cry of fear. She shot him a seductive glance and he got somewhere between a grimace and a smile before they parted ways.

Wow, this has been sitting on my computer forever, really short but I totally forgot about it. Sorry guys, I'll have to review the fic before writing more though, to get back into the 'groove'!

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Icy