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Storm sat the large tray on the table with a flourish and smiled warmly at all of the students. All except Pietro that is. It seemed as if Xavier's guarantee that Storm wanted to apologize didn't extend to Pietro. She leaned over and said something to Jean as her nephew steered around her.

Evan was grumbling to himself as he pushed the soup cart around the table, placing a bowl of soup at everyone's place. Pietro guessed that he was being punished for the way he had acted at the dinner the other night, because Evan didn't seem like the type who volunteered to help out all the time. When he got to Pietro he plunked the bowl down a little less violently than he would have liked, but he still managed to splash soup all over the front of Pietro's shirt.

"Eat up Maximoff," Evan hissed quietly, so as not to draw Storm's attention to what he was doing, "I made yours special."

Tabitha and Ray, however, saw exactly what Evan was doing, and were glaring at him angrily.

"What d'you think you're doing man?" Ray asked. He didn't like to see anyone get messed with, and Evan wasn't very high on his list of favorite people. He obviously didn't know Pietro at all though, because Pietro couldn't understand why anyone would want to stick up for him.

"Yeah jackass, why don't you…" Tabitha started to say before Pietro held up his hand to stop her. He could take care of this himself, although he appreciated them wanting to help him out. He sighed and tried to brush off his shirt with his napkin before he turned in his chair to face Evan. Evan had a smug look on his face, as if he was daring Pietro to do something. Both Tabitha and Ray were watching him intently to see what would happen.

"Oh Daniels," Pietro sighed, shaking his head and smiling in disbelief as if he was dealing with an immature child, "This has got to be your feeblest pick up attempt yet. To be honest, you're starting to look really pathetic."

Evan gaped at Pietro like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. By now a few of the other students at the table, including Lance, had noticed something going on at Pietro's part of the table, and were starting to lean closer in so they could hear.

Pietro continued, "I'm sorry Daniels, I just don't sway that way. Now you better get back over to your precious Auntie O, I think she's looking for you." Pietro whispered the last sentence, before turning back around swiftly in his chair. Evan just stood where he was, his mouth opening and closing like he was trying to say something, anything. Storm walked over to where he was, sensing that something was going on.

"Evan dear, are you alright?" she asked, putting a hand on his shoulder, and giving the back of Pietro's head a dirty look. Pietro pretended like they weren't there and started playing with his fork and spoon innocently.

"I'm fine," Evan grumbled pulling away from Storm sharply. The whole room watched as he stormed out of the kitchen.

"Evan, where are you going?" Storm demanded.

"My room," Evan yelled back, slamming the door behind him. Pietro knew he would pay dearly for this exchange, but he didn't really care. Evan was being stupid and immature, and there was nothing he could do that could bother Pietro in the slightest. He was over the whole rivalry thing, and he hoped that Evan would realize that it didn't matter anymore, before he did something he would really regret.

Once Evan had left, Pietro felt free to start eating. He did his best to mop up the mess left by the soup, and reached over to grab a sandwich. Chatter started up all around the table again as everyone started to eat. Pietro was unaware that Tabitha was still staring at him, and ate as quickly as he could.

"How do you do it?" she asked him after a few moments.

"What?" Pietro asked, thinking that she was referring to the way he was eating.

"Put up with that. Evan I mean. I think I would've socked him," she explained, as she filled her own plate.

"It doesn't matter to me," he shrugged. Although Ray was eating, Pietro could tell he was listening to every word of their conversation.

"Oh…you know what Speedy? You're one in a million," Tabitha said before cramming the whole of her sandwich into her mouth. Pietro didn't look at her after he said this, figuring it would be best to ignore her comment entirely while he was still in the presence of her boyfriend. Lance laughed suddenly, from across the table, at the sight of Tabitha with her mouth so full she could hardly chew. Once she had managed to swallow the mass of food in her mouth, she flashed Lance a huge smile.

"Hey Lance, it's been a while since I've seen you around," she said.

"You mean since the last time you stole my jeep?" Lance corrected with a small smile.

"Same difference," Tabitha answered, rolling her eyes, "Hey are you guys going to show up for the training session tonight? It's going to be a blast, right Ray?"

Ray looked up and nodded, happy to be part of the conversation,"Yeah, you have to come. We're gonna scrimmage tonight." Ray rubbed his hands together and exchanged an evil smile with Tabitha.

"Scrimmage?" Pietro asked curiously.

"It's awesome. They split us into teams, and we use our powers to fight each other on missions and stuff," Tabitha explained excitedly.

"And you get to kick some serious ass," Ray added.

"So, are you going to be there?" Tabitha asked.

"Yeah, we sure are," Lance answered before Pietro could say anything. Pietro gave Lance a reproachful look. He wasn't sure if this was the best idea, especially if Evan and Scott were going to be there.

"Awesome," Tabitha said happily, high-fiving Lance from across the table. Pietro sighed, knowing that Lance wasn't going to let him back out of this for anything if Tabitha was going.