Chapter 38: The Purity of Whipped Cream

"Hey baby. Long time no see," Pietro said, playfully, brushing his lips against her cheek briefly. "What's up?"

"Not much. But I've got great news!"

"Oh? And what's that?"

"I discovered that I've got more talent than I thought I did. I've been practicing like mad just so I could show you."

Pietro looked at her, questioningly, and then he closed his locker and leaned against it.

"Really? Show me," he smirked.

Alara smiled and nodded.

"Okay, but we have to do it after school. We can do it at your house! It's the perfect place! We'll be alone and you can just sit back and enjoy! Yep. Perfect."

Pietro's smirk faded slightly as he looked at her in disbelief.

What is she talking about? She keeps saying that we can do it at my house. Do it? Sit back and enjoy?, he thought, then smiled evilly. Is she practicing her powers or is she really thinking what I am?

Just then, he felt a slight tickle sensation in his head as Alara turned pale. Rummaging through his thoughts, she looked ill.

"EW!" she exclaimed as Pietro started imagining what would happen after school. "I DIDN'T MEAN THAT!"

Pietro laughed in surprise, thinking that she had just realized what she had said.

"Ah. I was wondering when you'd pick up on that."

Alara turned slightly pink.

"I didn't know you thought about THAT so often."

Pietro turned slightly red.

"I don't think of it THAT much."

Alara giggled slightly.

"You were just thinking about it."

Pietro turned even redder.

"I was not."

"Were too. You were thinking about me and you and your house and your bedroom and me in your bed na-."

Pietro clapped his hand over her mouth.

"What the hell? How do you know that?" he growled.

She smirked and began to speak in his head.

I discovered that I'm telepathic. I can read your mind, Pietro.

Pietro paled and his mouth fell open. He struggled to not think of all the things that he had imagined with her in it, but a few scenes leaked through. Alara backed away in disgust.

"EEEEEEEW! Pietro! Stop thinking those things about me! That's wrong!"

Pietro turned bright red.

"I can't help it! I am only human!"

"But still! That's icky!"

"Get out of my head!"

"I won't until you stop thinking that!"

"Get out or I'll think worse!"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"You think so?"

Pietro grinned evilly and thought of the worst thing he could (which is too painful as an author to write… we'll just say it involved him, Alara, and Kitty in his room with… with… I… I can't go on…). Alara's eyes widened and she shrieked, slapping Pietro across the face. People in the halls stared and whispered as Alara yelled at the top of her lungs, "YOU HAVE JUST RUINED THE PURITY OF WHIPPED CREAM'S GOOD NAME! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY FIND THAT APPEALING!"

Pietro leapt forward and hissed, "HUSH!"

Suddenly, she saw Pietro smile softly and heard Pietro think, Aaaaaw. She's so cute when she gets mad! Her face gets all red and she stands on her tiptoes to make herself seem bigger.

Alara turned bright red and flattened her feet to the floor. They stood there in silence, Alara staring at her feet and Pietro staring at her. Pietro felt the tickling sensation leave and he smiled.

"Come on. It's time for class."

He wrapped an arm around her back and escorted her to her first class, Geometry. As they walked, his hand moved to her right hip around to about where her belly button was so that his arm was completely around her. She turned red as she walked into her Geometry class and everyone gasped. They gasped again when Pietro kissed her on the cheek. She gave him a strange look as he sat down in the back of the class. Then she walked up to the teacher, who gawked.

"Hi. I'm new here. I just…" she looked at her arm to remember what Xavier had told her to say. "I just transferred here from another school in Egypt."

Everyone gasped again. Alara turned and looked at the class, putting her hands on her hips.

"What's wrong with you guys?" she snapped.

"Oh. We just heard a lot about you from Pietro. He said that you were his girlfriend and that you're, like, famous or something. And you were from Egypt," a girl in the front replied.

"AND HOT!" hollered a delinquent in the back, who Pietro smacked on the head with his math book.

"What are you talking about?"

The teacher smiled up at her from his desk.

"Welcome to America," he said. "I'm Mr. Determan, your new Geometry teacher. Now, if you'd like to tell us a little about yourself, we'd appreciate it."

"Yeah! Tell us about being famous!" the delinquent hollered.

"YEAH!" the class cheered.

Alara blinked, then smiled.

They want famous? I'll give 'em famous, Pietro heard her think. Pietro smirked.

"Well, I was born to a very important person in Egypt. His name was En Sabath Nur. He was so important that even the president of Egypt looked to him for help. Now, my family comes from a long line of special people. My father's blood goes back to the pharaoh himself and my mother's blood was that of a great Egyptian dancer. So when they had me, they taught me everything that royalty should know, like reading and fighting."

"Why did you need to learn to fight?" one asked.

"Because pharaohs liked to watch women, especially the ones related to them, fight each other to the death," Alara lied hesitantly. She hated lying about Egypt, but they were being annoying and she knew they wouldn't leave her alone unless they gave them the story of their lives. Or at least just a story to get them out of doing class work. Her story flowed easily, as if it actually happened. She wondered if she had gotten it from Pietro, who she noticed had a knack for lying.

"Oooooooh," the class gasped.

"So my father and my mother were very prominent, rich figures there. But people soon got jealous. So they tried to come after them. They stole me and threatened to kill me if my parents didn't give up their power."

Everyone sat staring in awe at her. That just seemed to feed her lying fire.

"But then, a strange man came. He came and murdered the men and untied me. I was about 15 then and he was about 18. He then let me go free after kissing me on the cheek and I never saw him again. But I went home and my family and I lived happily up until recently when the men attacked again and-."

"They were alive? I though that guy killed him."

"Yes, but they were an organization. There were more than just those people."

"Oh."

"Anyways, they attacked and my father and I fought our hardest to save my mother, who was sick. My father ended up dying and I was faced with two evil looking men and they attacked. So I killed them and ran to my grandmother's house, who sent me here to escape from them. And that's why I am here today."

The class gasped and applauded, Pietro clapping loudest of all and laughing. Alara smirked and turned back to the teacher.

"Is that good enough?"

The teacher nodded.

"Now, if you'll please go get a book of that shelf over there, we can get you caught up. But first, let me get these folks started on their homework."

The class groaned, and as Alara picked out the Geometry book and sat down in a seat next to Pietro, the teacher began his lesson.

"Great story, babe. You have a talent," Pietro whispered, leaning towards her.

"I get it from you," she replied smiling.