Put your head on my shoulder
Hold me in your arms, baby
Squeeze me oh so tight, show me
That you love me too
"Hi."
"Hi," she closed her locker and walked faster, eager to get away.
"How much longer you not gonna talk to me?" Pietro pleaded.
Betsy only glared at him.
"Come on, baby girl, the other guys forgave me," Pietro tried to touch her, but she pulled away. Her bionic eyes were livid.
"First of all, I am not your baby girl anymore. Second of all, that's why they are your friends, and I am your ex-girlfriend. Third, DON'T touch me." She kept walking.
Pietro had had enough. He watched her walk away, lovely hips tempting him, long legs swaying in perfect rhythm with the twitch of her long hair. Without thinking, he sped up to her, grabbed her, and kissed her hard. He poured all his longing, all the sleepless nights he spent thinking of her, all his love, into the kiss. When he finally pulled away, he faced a very surprised Betsy.
"I love you," he blurted out. "I've always loved you. Since the second I saw you. And I never stopped. I'm sorry!"
He said it all so quickly he wasn't sure if she heard. But she did. "Warren-"
Pietro flinched. That stupid little rich boy. He had it all- looks, power, money, AND he could fly. Why did he have to take Betsy away? Because she's gorgeous, and perfect. I hate that goody-goody fruit cake.
"I love you, Betsy Braddock. He can't love you like I can. You know it, I know it. If you want Warren, fine. You're a stubborn girl, and I could never win an argument with you. But I love you, and I know I do. You know it too. I was an idiot before, but you know what? I'm sorry about it." His eyes were filled to the brim. He had poured out his heart, and now had nothing more to say. Heartbroken, Pietro walked past her.
Betsy bit her lip and closed her eyes. She would be lying if she said she had not thought of him since she broke it off. She could not erase his touch from her skin, or his voice from her ears. And those eyes- those sensual, heated eyes. Warren was heroic and a good man, but he had none of the fire that Pietro had. He could not have the same effect on her. Betsy hated and loved Pietro at that moment, that stupid boy, as she turned around and cried out his name.
"Pietro!"
The young man turned to see Betsy running toward him, face anxious. She threw herself at him, sobbing hard. "I love you too," she cried into his shirt. "I love you so much! I love being your baby girl, I love having you in my bed, I love having you tease me, and I love having you love me! Pietro, don't leave me anymore!" He held her tightly, regret forming into a lump in his throat.
Put your head on my shoulder
Whisper in my ear, baby
Who was he that she should love him? He silently cursed himself over and over for being such a jackass, for never understanding her, for taking her for granted.
Words I want to hear, tell me
"Shhh," Pietro pressed his lips into her hair, relishing her sandalwood smell. "I'll never leave you again, Betsy, I swear." he whispered.
Put your head on my shoulder
A/N Sorry if I was a little mean to Angel here. I really like him, he's a great member of the X-men. In the comic book, Psylocke does end up with him, but hey- pairings differ from timeline to timeline, and I treat Evo as a separate timeline from all the comic books. Also, there is a reason I have Pietro focus so much on Betsy's hips and legs- in the comics, Betsy was a British model for a few years before taking over for her brother as Captain Britain. So her walk would be naturally very sensual and graceful. Please R&R!