Evans POV
Pietro's flirting again, but that's nothing new. Pietro is
always flirting with someone. I know what your thinking 'Evans
jealous' or 'dude you must be pissed'. I mean we've been
dating for about a month now and he's still sleeping with
everything that moves…everyone knows it too. Honestly though? I
couldn't care less, that's just the way he is. If Pietro wasn't
flirting with someone, that would just be weird. So yeah
Pietro's flirting and me? I'm eating lunch and trying my damndest
to figure out this stupid algebra question. Normally I wouldn't
care, but Aunty O told me no boarding for a month if I didn't
improve my grades. Stupid algebra.
"Heytherethickheadhowyadoin? Whatyadoin?" Pietro's finally
abandoned the random blond. Now he's peeking over my shoulder at
the dreaded algebra…the sad thing? I understood everything he just
said. He stopped slowing his speech around me a long time ago said
something about not being able to relax completely while
concentrating on what he's saying.
"Awmanthisstuffiseasyandyourhavingproblemswithit?
That'sprettypathetic. Iwouldhave finisheditinlikehalfasecond."
I'm not even upset that he just insulted me at least three times in
the last two breaths…literally two breaths. The guys just to
egotistical to realize he's being offensive. Either that or he just
doesn't care. Anyway the point is it would be a waste of breath to
yell at him. It wouldn't get through to his overly self-loving
brain anyway. Why am I dating him again? I glare at my algebra and
ignore him. Algebra's more appealing right now anyway.
"AnywayIcameoverheretotellyouI'mgonnabelateforourmeetingafterschool.
Ijustscoredbig timewiththeblondtits-on-legsoverthere,
butIpromiseI'llmakeituptoyou." He leans in and traces his tongue
across the inside rim of my ear. I shudder slightly and it ain't
from the cold…more like brand new state of the art skateboard and
it's all mine kinda shudder. Right that's why I'm dating him.
"Seeyalaterspikeforbrains!"
"Hey Evan mein freund you should keep a leash on that boy," Kurt
comments as he watches Pietro take off in a run that's slow for
him, and fast for the rest of the world.
"What the hell for?" Kurt raises one holographicaly disguised
eyebrow at me.
"Vell he's not ezactly faithful, doesn't zat bother you?"
Bother me, that he's not faithful? My mind drifts back to a night
of sweaty bodies, entwined limbs and sleepless hours.
"Hey Evan you can't be tired already! Com'on lets do it again.
Com'oncom'oncom'on. Ineedyousobad!" I groan and hold the
pillow even tighter over my face. I'm not sure if I should be
touched that he tried to slow his first words enough so I could
better understand or pissed that he interrupted my much needed
recovery time. I glance at the clock around my, or should I say his,
pillow. Five a.m., I got here at eight p.m. I groan, deciding to be
pissed and swat at him with what little energy I have left. Does this
boy ever friggin stop? "Dude haven't you had enough? I mean we've been at this since I
got here." I glare at him in the dim light of the fucking EARLY
morning. He just stares at me in shock and what may or may not be
genuine horror.
"Too much? Too much? Are you joking! How can you have too much?
There's no such thing, especially when your with a sexy god like
me." Wow I shocked him into slow speech, go figure.
"Why don't you go screw that sally chick? I'm tired." He
tilts his head as he looks at me.
"You mean Suzanne? But I don't wanna fuck Suzanne. I want to
'make love' to you." He's whining now and he's
got that cute little annoyed pout on his face. I sigh, sometimes I
really hate this guy, maybe that's why I love him…nah loves a
little extreme a word. Maybe 'overly fond of' works better, yeah
that's more like it.
"Once I've gotten some sleep we can have sex again
ok? Go bug
Suzanne till then, I'm sure she'll be happy to see
you"
"Okayberightback!" There's a whoosh of air and Pietro and his
pants (previously thrown in a random corner) are gone. I roll over
and grab the pillow to me. I close my eyes sighing in contentment.
Before I drift off I thank whatever god is out there for giving me at
least a half hour of sleep to recover from my own personal energizer
bunny, complete with breeding issues.
End Flashback
I look at Kurt who's waiting expectantly for an answer.
"Most people would hate the idea that their boyfriend is cheating
on them," I grab the garbage left from my lunch, tossing it in the
trashcan and shove my books in my bag, "But me personally? I'm
more terrified that one day I might have him all to myself" I grab
my bag and walk off leaving Kurt blinking in confusion after me. Hmmm,
I wonder if I'll be able to get some extra sleep after school while
he's busy with that blond chick?
The End