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Chapter Twelve –

Pietro's eyes scanned the courtyard before him. His legs were resting on the steering wheel of Lance's Jeep, and one might think that he would be accompanied by someone else – like Lance, who never left Pietro alone in his Jeep after an incident that included Pietro going to the grocery store with it, and somehow ripping the dashboard out of place. But, Lance wasn't about to pass up having Pietro fork over that old, junky iPod of his, even if it did mean letting him use the Jeep after school that fine, Thursday afternoon.

What was it that Pietro was looking for? A pair of students – one being Scott Summers, and the other being Jean Grey. They were going to lead him into Xavier's, and from there, when they opened the gates, he would speed inside. He thought that he was going to be able to find them with ease, Jean's hair being such a remarkably bright red color and everything, but it didn't turn out to be as effortless as he thought. Where could they possibly be?

Just when Scott and Jean stepped outside of the school and started off for Scott's sports car, Pietro became distracted. He watched as Lance, Blob, and Toad started on down a sidewalk nearby, headed for a bus stop. He almost felt sorry for them, until he remembered what he was gaining from all of this. He would be rolling around with Brianna soon enough.

His eyes snapped back to their original place when he caught a glimpse of big, red hair. There was Jean, her arms linked in Scott's, and they were so close that they could bite him. He half-expected them to do that exactly, the way that they were glaring at him as they got into the car, but they didn't.

They whizzed out of the parking lot, and Pietro was watching them as they did so. He was having doubts about all of this, when he realized how hard it was going to be to follow them without being noticed. Before, he had thought of just running to the Mansion after school ended, and then waiting for someone to arrive and to open the gates. But, he knew that was a long, long distance… even for him. This just seemed smarter to him, at the time, so after he gave them a couple of seconds to make their way out of Bayville High, he followed after that shiny red car of their's. There was enough distance in between the two vehicles that made Pietro believe that he wouldn't be seen, and it turned out that he was correct, much to his delight.

Once they got close enough to the Mansion, and he felt comfortable with having to run the rest of the way, he dropped Lance's Jeep off at some grocery store. He'd get it later. He darted along the street that led to Xavier's, and, not to his surprise at all, he had arrived before Scott and Jean did. This was a good thing, because this way, he would definitely get in, but it was a bad thing, as well, because Pietro didn't enjoy waits.

To a normal human being, Pietro's wait wouldn't seem very long, but to Pietro, it was as if his entire life was passing him by as he hid behind some bushes.

Two minutes after Pietro's appearance before the gates, Scott and Jean had come rolling on up, and as Scott did all of the things necessary in opening those gates, Pietro hunched forward in the bushes, ready to get going.

When the gates opened far enough for Pietro to enter, he dashed to the best of his capabilities, and before the couple could even start up the path that led to the Mansion, Pietro had already flashed up the stairs, all in a blur of brown and blue, like his clothing.

He stopped his feet when he reached the second floor, because he didn't see anyone around. When he passed by each of the doors, he tried to look for any sign that might indicate that one of the doors might be Brianna's, but when he didn't find any, he became bothered. He wanted to just burst each of the doors open, and check for her, but he couldn't very well do that, unless he wanted to get caught.

Pietro was pressing his ear against one of the doors, when the sound of footsteps down the hall startled him. He looked around for somewhere to hide, but he was too late. Scott had already seen him, and was standing just a few feet away from him.

"LOG—" Scott had started to holler, but Pietro came up from behind him and clasped his hand over Scott's mouth.

Scott tried to raise his arms and adjust the side of his sunglasses, but Pietro shoved him away before he could do anything. Cyclops twirled around, after being shoved, and Pietro could tell that he was giving him a venomous look -- even if he couldn't see his eyes -- by the way his face tightened in rage.

"I don't need to use my powers to take you down," Scott hissed, lunging forward, but Pietro moved over and Scott fell, and his chin, which was the first to come crashing to the ground, received a rug burn.

"What did you come here for, anyways?" Scott said, when he got back to his feet. It didn't seem like Pietro really wanted to fight, because he would've brought his lackies with him if he did.

"Just tell me where Brianna's room is."

"Why?" Scott asked, not really liking where this was going. Why did Pietro want into Brianna's room? What made Pietro think that he would tell him? They weren't exactly on the best terms. "No!"

"I'm not going to hurt her." Pietro folded his arms over his chest. "I just need to talk to her, okay, Goggle Boy?"

"Listen to me, she's not interested. She's leaving in a couple of weeks, so she doesn't need you in her life anymore, just making things more hectic. Her life is complicated enough as it is. Now, go back home where all you losers come from, and you won't get hurt."

"You think I don't know that her life is hectic?" Pietro rolled his eyes. "Just to let you know, you're the ones that she doesn't need. All you do is try and make her into a female version of yourself."

"What are you trying to make her into, then? Everyone knows the only reason you're talking to her is because you need another member to make the Brotherhood a little less pathetic."

"Where is she?" Pietro was trying to keep his voice down, but he was tired of wasting his time with Scott, which made it difficult.

"What do you need her for?"

"What are you – her father? Ugh. Listen, Scott." That's when it struck him. Scott was a good guy, right? Scott would probably tell him where she was if he told a good sob story, right? Pietro tried to visibly soften, by unfolding his arms from his chest, and dropping his shoulders into a more relaxed position. "It's just that I never really had the chance to tell her how I feel, okay? Despite what you think, I actually care about her, and I need to talk to her right now. Not at school – right now. C'mon, cut me some slack." Pietro was doing a great job at acting, considering that behind that straight face he was keeping, he was laughing, hysterically. Who said this type of stuff?

Scott sighed. "That's all, right? You're just going to talk to her?" Scott wasn't sure… Pietro seemed pretty sincere, and Scott knew that if Brianna heard that he had fought Pietro off, she would be pissed. Scott didn't know if he could afford to lose her friendship – since he only had about three friends, now that everyone knew that he was a mutant. Maybe everyone would stop thinking he had a stick up his ass if he let this slide.

Pietro nodded, attempting an innocent smile, and Scott gave in. "Her room number is twenty-six. That's on the Girls' Wing -- on the other side of the staircase."

He watched as Pietro ran off, feeling worried, more than anything. What if the Professor found out that Scott had let Pietro roam around so freely? He felt a little better knowing that the Professor was currently out of town, having a meeting with some mutant's rights activists. So, at least, the Professor wouldn't know for now, since he did have a two-mile radius and all. There wouldn't be any hiding it if the Professor read his mind when he came back, though, but it brought him more relief to know that the Charles Xavier believed that it was rude to read someone's mind without their permission. Oh, well. It was all said and done now, but if he changed his mind; he could always break into Brianna's room and chase Pietro out with a few optic blasts.

Pietro's hand was on the doorknob of room number twenty-six, when he felt someone else's hand on the other side, trying to open the door. He let go of the knob, and was glad to see that it was Brianna.

"What are you –" she started to say, when Pietro moved her out of the way and closed the door behind the two of them.

"—doing?" she finished, looking a little dazed after that lightning-speed movement.

Pietro didn't answer her question, deciding that it would be best to get right to it. He grabbed onto her sides and started to kiss her, the way he always did. Most people start the kiss off slow and then, gradually, it got faster, but he just cut to the fast part. It was a little odd to Brianna at first, but she had gotten used to it, and obliged, closing her eyes and kissing him back.

Before they even had the chance to really start getting into the kiss, Pietro had moved over to her bed, and pinned her underneath him. When he craned his neck to continue making out with her, she moved her head away. He tried again, thinking that she had just made a mistake, but she did it again, so his lips landed on her cheek, instead of his target, which had been her lips.

"What?" Pietro hissed.

"What are you doing?" she said, shifting underneath him, uncomfortably.

He just gaped at her, not replying at all.

"What are you doing here?" she tried.

No reply, again, and he just kept on gaping, as if not believing the words that were actually coming from her mouth.

"Okay…" She let out a sigh, and let him continue to kiss her, and even let him remove her shirt. After that, he kept on kissing her, and she started to enjoy his company again, but when she felt his rough fingertips start running up her sides and fumbling with the clasps of her bra, she pushed him away, and he fell to the floor.

"What do you think you're doing?" she screeched, pulling her shirt back on.

"Shut up, shut up," Pietro whispered, not wanting to be heard. He joined her on the bed, once again, but, this time, he placed his hands in his pockets, as if to restrain them from wandering where they were no longer welcomed.

"What did you think you were doing?" She obeyed, and was talking in a whisper, as well. "I'm not a skank, you know! I haven't known you that long!"

Pietro placed his hands over her his eyes in slight embarrassment, though he did find it funny how she said that she wasn't a whore, since everyone else seemed to think differently.

"Why? Why?" With every single question, her voice was raising, threatening to let his prescence be known. "Why? Why? Why? Did you think I'd actually let you?"

Pietro's eyes widened in complete irritation. Did she have to keep on asking 'why' over and over? "I thought it would make you stay, all right!" Pietro burst.

"Oh." She smiled, widely, as if that single statement had changed him from a pig into a total sweetheart.

Pietro grumbled something that she couldn't understand, and would never get to understand, because in that moment, Scott suddenly came into the room. He was looking angry, so it had become obvious that he changed his mind about allowing all of this.

Before Pietro even had the chance to move off of the bed, red beams were shooting off in his direction, ruining the new comforter that Brianna had just recently purchased.

Brianna could be heard crying out in protest – and Pietro wasn't sure if she was crying out because his safety was being put on the line, or if it was because Scott was ruining that comforter of her's, but he didn't pay it much mind, because he needed to find a way to get out of there before the rest of those stupid X-Men ganged up on him. Usually, Pietro was confident about his abilities, and he knew that he had great control, but even he had to back off this time, knowing that he didn't stand a chance against all of these mutants at once, without any back up to speak of.

He ran off, fast as he possibly could, with those red lights following him. They were no match for his speed, however, and he made it all the way to the grounds that surrounded the Mansion before meeting another problem. The gate wasn't opening, and he didn't understand why. It had opened for Brianna when she got near, that night of their first date, so, at first, he thought that maybe the problem was that he had been moving too fast for the sensors to detect, and he stopped himself completely. It didn't work; the gate stayed put. They must have made some changes in the security after that little incident.

He turned around, to see the X-Men were close behind him. There was one X-Man missing – Shadowcat, and he knew that she was to thank when the gates opened, granting him access to the area on the outside. Even though Kitty didn't act like it, there was always something that told Pietro that she was secretly rooting for Brianna and his relationship.

It didn't shock anyone when he ran through the gap, at such a pace that made them know that they wouldn't be able to catch up, and they should just give up. It wasn't that big of a deal, anyways… he'd just snuck in to see Brianna. It could've been worse.

When Pietro came to a stop, and looked back to make sure that he'd lost them, he could still see the Mansion off in the distance. The strange thing was that when he looked at it, he didn't feel failure, like he probably should have. He didn't get in Brianna's pants like he had wished, but he got his point across -- though he got it across with a bit of reluctance, and he knew that she would put that into consideration. He just hoped that she knew that he really did want her to stay, and that he wasn't just playing her like he'd done so many times before.