"You have got to be kidding me."

"Nope."

"You want me to 'get it out of my system?'"

"Yup."

"And you want me to do this, how again?"

"I told you Blondie. Go over to the Brotherhood house and get it out of your system."

"So I don't need my hearing checked? You are just crazy," Haley told Logan indignantly. "Besides, I'm grounded," she pushed, hoping that little fact would get her out of this.

Logan pushed her onto his motorcycle. "Well this is training."

"What are you training me for, the Prostitute Olympics?" She surprised herself with how bold she was being. However, desperate times did call for desperate measures.

"Can it," he growled at her.

She folded her arms over her chest. "How come Kitty doesn't have to do this? She's dating Lance!" Haley felt a little bad about ratting on Kitty, but she was trying to save herself, as selfish as that sounded.

He sighed, angrily. "She actually cares about that creep. You don't seem to be able to help yourself around Quicksilver. We need you to be level-headed in case you have to fight those losers. So just get it out of your system!" he insisted once more, not elaboraing.

Haley soon found herself standing awkwardly outside the Brotherhood's door. She could feel Logan's stare boring a hole in the back of her head. This wasn't fair to her or Kurt. What would happen if he found out? He would find out sooner or later. It felt like she had been punched when she thought of that.

He would find out.

There was no way around it. Skeletons always came out of the closet. That's the way it worked. You couldn't hide something forever.

Feebly, she knocked on the door. Fred answered it. "Hi…is Pietro there?" Haley asked, wringing her hands.

He stood at her wide-eyed, not sure of what to make of her standing there. Then slowly, he nodded his head. Stepping aside from the door Blob led her into the rundown house. "Pietro, you have a guest," he called upstairs.

"Who is it?" he asked as he sped to the landing at the top of the stairs. A pleased smile spread on his face as he saw Haley standing there. "Well isn't this a pleasant surprise? I thought you were grounded," he said, a cocky tone in his voice.

"I am," she said through clenched teeth.

"I'm flattered," he said, ambling down the stairs. "You decided to ditch that loser joint to visit me against your grounding." He extended his hand to her. "Shall we then?" She grudgingly took his hand and followed him upstairs.

Despite the rest of the house, Pietro's room was surprisingly clean, even his bed was made. Speaking of that, Haley silently wished that she wouldn't have to go that far to "get it out of her system." She shuddered at the thought and quickly shoved it away into the far corners of her mind.

He took a seat on an armchair on one side of the room. She sat on the bed, trying to be as far away from him as possible. Her spine began to ache from sitting up straight. However, she didn't want herself comfortable in any way at all."Uh…nice weather we're having, huh?" she said, trying to keep him away from her by using small talk. Maybe she only had to talk to him.

His expression changed to confused. "Yes?" he responded.

Haley nodded her head vigorously. "Yeah, and how about those Marlins?"

"Are you feeling okay?" he said as he rushed to feel her forehead. She sprang to her feet and backed away.

"Oh, right, this is New York." She let out a dry laugh. "Yankees or Mets?" Pietro advanced towards her and she kept backing away. "Okay, maybe you don't like baseball... Do you like basketball? Hockey? Football?" Haley backed into a wall, and he pinned her there. "Lacrosse?" Her voice was shakey. The other teen was way to close for comfort.

He hushed her with his finger. "You talk too much. I know the perfect cure…"

As he started kissing her, Haley yelled at herself to stop. She reminded herself of all the reasons why she shouldn't be doing this. However, nobody was listening to her brain. When Pietro kissed the hollow of her throat, her head finally shut up. Haley started running her fingers through his soft, white hair.

A few minutes later, they were making out on his bed. Something snapped in Haley. It all began to change. Suddenly, his kisses didn't feel good anymore. His hands on her body felt wrong. She stayed still for a second, letting that sink in. Her conscious came back with a vengeance, and she was pissed.

Her strength was heightened by this anger. That was pretty evident in the huge blast of water she sent at Pietro. He was flung against the wall, dazed, confused, and very wet. The wind had been knocked out of him, so he didn't say anything. He just looked at her. His eyes questioning the sudden change.

"Dammit Pietro!" she screamed before storming out of his room. On her way down the stairs, Toad got in the way and soon suffered similar fate.

Haley stomped out to where Wolverine and parked his motorcycle. "Don't even try to mess with me," she snarled at him as she grabbed the keys to his bike. "I know how to ride a bike. But if it happens to get rammed into a building, then it was an accident." Then she sped off leaving behind an open-mouthed, shocked Logan.

"How on earth did a fifteen year old girl learn how to ride a motorcycle?" he muttered to himself in astonishment as he started walking home. All the way, he prayed that he wouldn't find his bike destroyed.

Pietro was definitely out of Haley's system.

Yes, I know, short chapter. And also, I do realize the likelyhood of this happening is very slim, but I needed to move the plot forward. So don't worry, I know that I definately stretched this out.