Author Note: I just realised my story is sounding A bit too much like x-men with the whole 'resistance' thing. :I Sorry about the delay, I've been really busy with school. Next chapter I make Sylar and Elle run into each other, hopefully.
The crowd of people stared at Peter and Elle, Peter realised Elle knew most of them because he heard some calling out 'sparky' and 'Bishop'.
"Oh Peter," Angela Petrelli ran out of the crowd and ran into his arms.
Elle didn't like Angela at all; she just walked away with her brother to the next room.
"Mum, w-what are you doing here? What is this?" Peter stuttered there were more people here than one of his brother press conferences.
"This is the Resistance, there is people from all over the world here that have abilities, Chace Bishop organised it," she explained. "As much as I hate... dislike Bishops it was a pretty good idea... Peter are you even listening to me?"
Peter was distracted looking at Elle was talking to a dangerous looking guy, with black greasy hair and tattoos. He was well aware of Elle's attraction to the 'bad boys'. She was obliviously flirting with him, and he was flirting back.
"Oh god, not you too," Angela remarked realising Peter couldn't take his eyes off Elle. "You should learn from your brother's mistakes... do not bother with Elle Bishop, she will just break your heart."
"Nathan and Elle?" Peter asked surprised, but still keeping him eyes on the guy that was clearly aroused by Elle.
"It was a long time ago, she was dating him to get back at me and he was dating her to punish me." Angela sighed getting frustrated about Peter's lack of attention towards her. "Do not bother with Elle Bishop, do you hear me? Peter?"
"Excuse me, I'll talk to you later ma," Peter said already half way over to Elle.
He wasn't quite sure what he had with Elle, but it must be something to feel this jealous. He stormed up to Elle, grabbed her wrist tightly and dragged her upstairs to an empty bedroom.
"What the Hell Peter—? "
Full of anger and jealously he pressed his lips against hers, this kiss wasn't like there first, that one was soft and magical, this one was different but nice. His slid one hand up the inside of her thighs running up her black mini skirt, the other tightly wrapped around her waist.
She had wanted Peter to do this for so long (one day, but it seemed like forever). The limo drive was tortures, just sitting there watching him. She started to un-button his shirt, he took it off started to unbutton hers. As he did that she led him towards the bed and wrapped her legs around him. When she hopped on top of him she stared into his brown eyes, they were like Nathan's that she had looked into so many times before. But this was different Nathan was just a distraction, a toy; Peter's different... is she falling for a Petrelli?
While he was caressing her neck she began to unzip his jeans.
"Are you sure?" Peter asked.
Was she? Last time she slept with someone they killed her they day after. Could she truely trust someone like that again? Peter was different though... he was the complete opposite to all the other men she has dated.
"Uh-huh," she replied kissing his chest.
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"Get up!"
Peter awoke to find his mother at the door.
"I need you to come to the Linderman ball tonight, your suits in the closet.
The Linderman ball was an annual event held once a year; all the prestigious, rich families are expected to attend it, even though Linderman was dead now, it was still held in his honour. Angela walked out of the room, Peter noticed Elle was gone.