Once again, thanks so much for the reviews! And yes, it is time…FOR THE PARTY! While the parents are away the kids will play and they certainly will! NOTE: take account into the fact that I have had to change this from a T rating to an M: SEXUAL THEMES GUARANTEED, if you can't handle it, turn away now! Lol!
Key:
"…" Speech
'…' Thoughts
(…) Extra information
Songs are in bold
Emphasised words are in italic
If this – is put after words it means an interruption
Chapter 8VvV Party On VvV
Maximoff Household, Saturday Evening; 7:00pm"Welcome ta our humble home." Having recited the following words countless times, Rogue leant on the doorframe, tray held out for any offerings for the party and ignored her listener. "Drinks on tha tray, food in tha kitchen, music in tha living room. Upstairs is being monitored; y'all have been warned. Break anything ya pay after ah dug y'all out of yahre grave, any questions?"
"Do you ever shut up?"
Gazing at the insulter, the insulted raised both eyebrows and let slip a small smirk, "no. Enjoy." And the Goth stepped back to allow Lexa pass, watching curiously after the girl as Lexa made her way knowingly into the living room. The Maximoff household was a hard place to forget, having spent so many years running around it.
No sooner had the door closed then there was a knock on it.
Rogue growled and swung it open, "welcome" was the threatening greeting, "ta our humble home. Drinks on tha-"
"Give it a rest an' let me in already Sheila! It's practically icing up out here!" with those words John shoved past and practically ran into the living room.
"Table…?" staring after the boy in anger, Rogue recalled he probably knew all of the rules and regulations, not to mention the placing of everything, already. And then someone else attempted to walk in but was blocked suddenly as Rogue's arm shot into their path. She didn't even acknowledge them until after she had finished and the Cajun had spoke up.
"Merde, Remy t'ought he'd have t' cover dat mouth o' y's t' stop de talking!" It wasn't hard to understand how he'd do that when the charmer himself puckered his lips, earning a punch he managed to duck from, "losing y' touch eh Chere?" was the cocky comeback and Rogue just growled, mentioning something about watching the mentioned touch and where it would go next. Yet Remy wasn't in fear of his manhood and actually took chance to challenge the Goth, "y' be right Cherie…mais, Remy'd t'ink y'd be de one watching where dat touch o' y's would be going next…whilst Remy be watching y'."
In no time Rogue found herself pushed against the wall as Remy shoved her into it, leaning onto the angered female. The position was certainly comfortable from where Remy was standing…or more leaning. 'Very cushioned…' was all he could think of as a pair of gleaming eyes lowered themselves to some pale, yet ample cleavage. But all too soon the eyes had raised to stare at a pair of large, narrowed emeralds. "Get off meh…" was Rogue's barely audible growl.
"If dat be what y' want, Rogue…"
And with that spine chilling whisper, Remy pushed off of Rogue, giving her an intense gaze whilst he did so, before turning to the door right as Belladonna walked in.
Distracted completely by Remy's kiss, Belle got no chance to spot Rogue and was whisked into the living room by her boyfriend, who looked over Belle's shoulder to give a teasing wink to Rogue.
The girl collapsed against the wall, mouth hung open in raged shock with both fists clenched.
That was where, moments later, Lexa Howlett found her, having waltzed out of the living room a minute ago to go and get some food only to spot the girl's previous predicament.
With the sight of Remy and Rogue, Lexa had turned straight back into the living room walking slowly in a large circle around it and upon spotting Remy and Belle entering, took a left into the kitchen. Bypassing the sight of Warren and Betsy with a single mutter of "o…k…" she then took another left around the island counters, another left around a table, waltzed through the door, through the adjoining dining room, down the hallway and to Rogue's side.
Pouting curiously was Lexa's way of evaluating the situation and in no time an answer was found.
"Come on…" Lexa grunted, hauling Rogue up and dragged the stupefied girl up the stairs and into, what she remembered to be Rogue's room. It wasn't…you could tell by the oh-so masculine décor…but nonetheless, it was a room and had a bed comfy enough to plonk her friend down onto.
In no time having recovered from her momentary surprise, Rogue let loose and grabbed the nearest thing – which just happened to be a lamp – and flung it at a wall, attempting to suppress a scream of fury. "WHAT THA HELL WAS THAT!"
"You should be flattered."
"Flattered!"
Interrupting the girl before Rogue started a rant, Lexa smirked, "Remy must really like you. I mean, come on, him and Belladonna are serious; the poor girl thinks he'll propose to her before schools out. And he knows this…and yet he almost makes out with you seconds before she walks through the door!"
"He's a player." Stated Rogue.
"Doesn't mean you don't like the attention, look at that smile, girl." In no time the mentioned smile however had been replaced by a scowl, "you know you like it. He's one of the only guys who'll flirt with you cuz of your attitude."
Sighing, Rogue nodded at this but then pointed out another fact, "and one of the only guys who'll go near me thanks to that little skin condition."
Lexa turned away with a guilty frown as Rogue fingered her tights and then her see-through top that the Goth wore over a small tank top. "About that…"
"Just don't Lexa."
But as Rogue made to stand and walk out of the room, Lexa grabbed her, "look, I'm sorry." And hearing the note of frustration in her voice, Rogue actually faced Lexa to witness tears glistening in the girl's eyes. "It was Crystal…she made me. I wrote the 'skin condition' thing…because she made me." Frowning, Lexa looked up at Rogue and then turned away, "she literally made me. The girl grabbed my hand and put it on the paper…" hiccuping, Lexa bit her lip and suppressed her frightened state – fear at the fact she felt like bursting into tears.
VvV Flashback VvV
Viciously gripping Lexa's small wrist, Crystal thrust a pen into the tiny girl's grip and pushed Lexa's hand onto the paper. "Do it," was the vehement whisper as Crystal checked no one was watching.
"Crystal…"
Interrupting the girl as Jean tried to stand up for Lexa, Crystal smiled snidely, "no it's ok Jean. She doesn't have to…I was just thinking of her – she is a new friend and all– but if she can't handle doing this how's she going to be able to hang around with us? We need people in this group to be able to show loyalty and who don't associate with freaks or class them as their friend. But I guess that Lexa Howlett can't do that. It's a shame."
"Crystal…" knowing she'd get dragged into it, Jean tried to stop it but was hushed by Belladonna who was looking forward to the mockery with widened eyes.
"Well, Jean…it's just you and Lexa were getting along so well and your auntie and her dad were so happy about it – you know you two being such good friends. I mean, it just made it easier for him and your auntie Ororo to get closer. But I guess…she'll just have to tell him you and Lexa aren't friends anymore. He'll be so disappointed."
At the sounds of her father being disappointed in her, Lexa stopped looking at Crystal, as her large eyes started to fill with tears. With one last look at Rogue, Lexa wiped them away and set her face, turning back to the paper.
"Whatever," Lexa determinedly wrote every letter she was told whilst Belle watched her with eyes sparkling with mirth, eyes that soon turned. Crystal noticed and followed the gaze to Remy Lebeau who was flirting with Rogue.
Whispering so no one would hear, Crystal smirked as Lexa laid the pen down. "Don't worry Belle, once Remy gets wind of this he'll never touch that Rogue girl again – he'll be all yours and those two will never be heard of again."
Que Lexa's excellent hearing. Letting the words slip in to her train of thought as she read through the poisoned words, Lexa suddenly spun around as everything clicked into place. "That is why you're making me do this! You evil-"
"Save it Lexa," interrupted Crystal. "Once this gets out you'll be the evil one, so don't even start. Anyway, notice board anyone?" and she held up the paper for all to see what she was talking about.
Belle snatched it and ran squealing towards their homeroom but Lexa pulled Crystal to one side. "You said this was just an initiation thing – I'd write it and then no one would see it again."
"No! The real initiation is for you to keep your mouth shut and be proud of this and happy for Belle; you're one of us now so you'll act like one. You have no one apart from us now," knowing this wasn't enough, Crystal twisted the knife that inch further, "your daddy wouldn't be happy if you and Jean couldn't be friends. Disappointment."
That word struck Lexa and she shuddered, staring out of the window at Rogue before turning away, watching as all stood back to reveal the note. And then the bell rang and students piled in.
In the confusion each girl managed to play along with the act, but Lexa just stood and watched horrified as Remy and Rogue walked in, holding hands. The worst part was the fact right now Rogue was wearing gloves due to the weather – it made it all so real.
WARNING: Rogue Darkholme has a skin disease, touch her and you'll get more than cooties!
Noticing as his friend, John Allerdyce, looked at the notice, Remy followed suit with Rogue's hand still clasped in his own but the moment he read the sign, Remy dropped the girl's hand like it was infected. Because that's what Remy thought. And as Rogue stepped forward, everybody drew back, whilst the read the notice with Wanda.
Rogue couldn't do anything except stand and stare at her hand as her eyes turned to Remy who looked away. But Wanda wasn't as stunned and she clenched both fists.
"Who wrote this?" she growled, with clenched teeth. And as Crystal pushed Lexa forward, the girl felt the worst she had ever felt in her life – she didn't care about Wanda struggling against John's grip, she could only think of Rogue who turned from Remy to gaze with tears welling at Lexa. Wanda wasn't the one who needed to be held back and no one tried to stop Rogue after the note – they just watched her march up to Lexa, who was too shocked to move.
The first seemed to come out of nowhere, and landed straight in Lexa's face.
VvV End of Flashback VvV
Rogue frowned and then shook her head, "ya wrecked ma lahfe, fohr yahre little gang. Ah should be flattered by Remy – he used ta lahke meh ahn all…but now he's got Belle. Ahn that's all because of ya."
"Im sorry!" But Rogue wasn't around to hear Lexa's cry as she stormed off.
Half an hour laterThe party had been running for quite a while now and Pietro was really getting into things but decided it was time for a little break to make sure his parents weren't checking up. Only problem was he'd left his mobile in his damned room. Sliding out unnoticed so as not to disturb people in the slow song, Pietro sped up the stairs and dashed to his room.
"It has to be here somewhere…" the distant sounds of music filled his ears but then something else caught his attention and the boy spun around, jumping. "What the hell!"
A form sat curled up behind the door, lucky that he hadn't kicked the door like usual, but the girl didn't move. It wasn't difficult to make her out though – Lexa's hair glinted in the moonlight peering through his curtains as it fell over her face, hiding her almost perfectly.
"Lexa?" whispered Pietro as he made his way to her side, kneeling in front of the girl, but then Pietro realised why he had heard her – short sharp breaths were coming from the girl and it sounded as though she was crying. "Lexa…" touching her shoulder was enough and the girl lunged at Pietro, enveloping him in a tight hug as she gripped him to her, Lexa's breaths wracked with tears.
Responding in the only way he could think of, Pietro patted Lexa on the back but began to relax as her grip got lighter and gently began to rock her. His only mistake was getting the girl to look at him…and in her misery, Lexa could think of nothing else to do and reached up to him, her lips softly pressing against Pietro's slightly open ones.
He responded more than willingly.
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Downstairs, living room; 8:00pm"Where've you been?"
"Nowhere."
"Where'd you go?" curiosity was turning to suspicion.
"Ma room."
Wanda sighed, "why?"
"Because ah wanted ta," plonking herself between John and Lorna, Rogue talked to the ceiling, knowing Wanda was listening, "ah'm surprahsed y'all haven't yet." And with those words, John stood up offering people drinks. And this only gave Rogue more to tease him with, "ah'm sure Wanda wants a sex on the beach," and with that John just walked off.
Angrily turning to Rogue, Wanda gave her a look that Rogue ignored, "what's your problem?"
"What? It's true."
"Rogue! What the hell is with you?"
"Maybe ah just need a drink – looks lahke y'all do. Ya need ta cool it Wanda." And with that, Rogue took two unopened cans from Warren and chucked one to Wanda as the boy scowled at her, but Rogue just shrugged. This caused Wanda to forget their argument and she laughed.
"You just love him."
Winking at Warren as he gestured to Rogue, explaining for the lack of drinks to Betsy, Rogue turned back to her best friend, "totally," unfortunately Kitty walked into the room just as the impression was made but, spotting Lance was there she ignored Rogue. That was two surprises in one and was too much for Rogue who choked on her drink, something that Wanda did too when she noticed why. "Oh ma gawd…" the Goth whispered.
"Hey Lance," was all the boy heard before he turned to look up at the person interrupting Lorna's story. His mouth dropped.
Looking glamorous, Kitty placed a hand on her hip as Tabby instructed her from outside the door and flipped her hair back. It wasn't as exactly as Tabby motioned and looked quite silly; flicking into the geek's face, but Lance didn't notice and no one else cared.
Upon Tabby's gesture for her to say something, Kitty looked around, "uh…enjoying yourself?" Upon noticing Tabby clapping a hand exasperatedly to her head, Kitty added a bit too hastily at first; "cuz if not, I'm sure I can change that," and with that the girl winked, strutting off with a flick of her hips out of the door.
Tabitha squealed; Kitty hugged her and Lance sat…stunned.
Breaking the silence with a wolf whistle, it was as though John had given the signal for everyone to take it all in. Covering her top half was a top that revealed Kitty's bellybutton and clung to her skinny form, whilst the bra she was wearing – no doubt push up Wanda assumed – gave a nice view of cleavage. Not to mention the girl had hips with the hip-hugging, thigh squeezing, skinny jeans, complete with a pair of cute silver dolly shoes.
Kitty was glamorous tonight…great time for Fergie – Glamorous to come on the speakers blasting music through the room. Although it wasn't so great for Crystal who looked around longingly. "Where's Pietro! This is so my favourite song! I need him to dance with…"
She wasn't the only one dancing as Betsy was offered a hand by…Duncan Matthews.
"Come on Betsy," he crooned in her ear, pulling the girl towards him. "It would be good for us to be friends…for Warren's sake." And just as Betsy made to kick him, she relaxed her leg and frowned, but allowed herself to be pulled into the midst of the dancing teenagers.
One small dance with Duncan wouldn't hurt – besides; Warren was dancing with Wanda, who apparently appeared to be chugging back the drinks…not to mention mixing them, judging by her slightly tipsy look. The girl had been going for a little while now…and then Betsy remembered her saying she'd started early on before the party with a couple of shot games with John.
That girl would be out of it by the end of the party.
But right now the focus was Duncan, who was turning a rather fast song into a slow dance with a few twists and turns here and there – but he was just showing off to Jean…or so Betsy assumed. Making it look innocent gave Duncan the time to take Betsy into the quieter corner of the room where no ones eyes followed. His voice soft and unspoken, it crooned into the girl's ear words that made a corner of her mouth turn up in a snarl.
"…So I'm telling you now Goth; you leave Warren be, cuz trust me, he ain't worth the shit we'll give you."
Attempting to push Duncan away, Betsy failed as his hands gripped her arms tighter, and when he told her the word 'image' she stopped struggling. Wouldn't want Warren catching them fighting as Duncan reminded her, "what's your problem?"
"I know someone who's not happy about this…about you and him, and she…well, she wants something done. Being in my nature – being the caring person that I am and all," he smirked into the girl's hair, "I offered to help out."
Confusion struck Betsy, "what the hell do you get in return?"
"Not only do I get to watch Warren crumble and take my stand back at the top of the jocks, but I get to do my duty to my country…you see, I really have this thing against foreigners. Not to mention a freak of a foreigner like you dating Warren Worthington. He's one of us and you've got a gang of your own; not in the whole of school history have two people from different 'clicks' ever dated."
"Well looks like that's not true anymore, is it?"
Smirking, Duncan's look made Betsy's comment lose its confidence. "Oh trust me it will be. Finish it with Warren and get back to your own 'click' and leave him to his own. If not…think of it this way. The prank call was nothing compared to what I could do."
The song ended, the hand lost its grip but it had done its damage.
Betsy stood, dazed and confused as Duncan walked away with a new stride in his step – it looked like someone was out to get the girl…and he'd do anything to help out.
UpstairsSurprise would have been one of the emotions Pietro felt at the fact no one had heard him yet…but anger was all that he could handle right now. The shouting match between him and Lexa had only just started but both were obviously furious…not to mention getting a bit too excited as Lexa picked up the nearest thing to her and aimed it for the boy's head.
Judging by her ultimate accuracy she would have hit dead on target if it hadn't have been for 'Quicksilver's' lightening speed – making him the top dodger on the soccer team whilst Lexa was at the top when it came to shooting hoops in basketball. Neither had time to notice either fact though because Pietro was too busy covering himself as the vase his dad had brought him from Venice exploded as it made contact with the wall right behind him.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!"
"THAT? THAT! THAT WAS WHAT YOU DID TO ME WHEN YOU AND CRYSTAL…when you…you…" already weakened by her crying from earlier, Lexa's system began to break down and tears pricked at her eyes. The cascading waterfall was stopped however by Lexa's barrier as she switched to anger-overload. "I HATE YOU!"
Now Pietro was seriously confused, yet it still didn't hit home that this argument was about more then just the kiss they'd shared. "What the hell did I do? I never chucked a vase at you!"
"I didn't say that…"
Exasperation radiated from Lexa but she wouldn't expand on her point – namely because the girl was too ashamed of herself to think about it than anything. "What? Was it cuz I kissed you?"
"No!"
"Oh wait yeh, of course; you kissed me when you blatantly know I have a girlfriend!"
Embarrassed by this point, Lexa looked at her feet, "that's not the point…"
"Well what the hell did I do to you then? Huh?" no reply… "Well I didn't chuck a vase at you. I never chucked anything at you. I didn't kiss you because you kissed me, even though you know I'm going out with Crystal-"
Almost silent in the softness of it, Lexa's voice finally echoed the words her mind had thought over for years; "why did we never 'go out'?"
Finally it hit home what this was all about and Pietro frowned, taking in Lexa's pathetic look on her face, as she looked anywhere but at him. "Oh god Lex…you're not still upset about the year 7 stuff are you? Look," Pietro placed a hand on Lexa's shoulder and made her look him in the eye. "We were just having a bit of fun."
Anger. "That's all I was to you!" it was only when it was too late that the player realised what he'd said, "just a bit of fun! Just your average slut, ready to do anything for you!"
"Lexa…"
"Don't 'Lexa' me!" comforting words were past her now – too angry to listen, Lexa wouldn't let Pietro console her and viciously shrugged the boy's hand off of her shoulder. "What do you want me to do huh? Think of it all as fun. We had some pretty intimate moments Pietro, but you know what, I guess that was just you being the player, wasn't it!"
Knowing the words were a statement didn't stop Pietro trying to explain, "some of those moments were real, I swear."
But listening wasn't on Lexa's agenda, "LIAR!" she roared, pushing at him…pushing Pietro away…pushing the one person who meant something to her away.
But no matter how hard she shoved and pushed, Pietro wouldn't let Lexa push him away and only held her closer. Hitting the boy on the chest as he pulled her further into it only resulted in Lexa gripping onto Pietro's shirt as she finally gave in and buried her head into it. Clutching to the one person who, even though she couldn't rely on him, she could trust to be honest with her.
Honesty forced the girl to stop the moment, "why did you kiss me back…why didn't you push me away?"
"Because those intimate moments…" unable to look at her, the boy laid his head on hers and weighed out his words, knowing in the seriousness of the matter that whatever he said needed to be said to Lexa. And it had to be the honest truth. "They…they meant something to me…and I never thought they meant…I always thought…I always assumed that you were just mucking around. I never though they meant that much to you, so I thought of them as nothing."
"The kiss?"
"When you kissed me just then, I kinda hoped that meant those intimate moments were real…"
Frowning into his chest, Lexa pulled away and looked at her should've-been-boyfriend, "I guess that's why I threw the vase…"
"…"
"I wanted to show you just how much you hurt me…imagine that vase being your heart, and then imagine the one thing keeping it whole, smashing it to pieces right in front of you." Not able to look at him after saying it, Lexa instead turned away and walked out of the door.
No matter how much he wanted to, Pietro didn't go after her.
Deep down he knew that he had no hope left – the moment he had got together with Crystal was the moment that he broke all chances with Lexa.
End of ChapterOk…very happy party going on isn't it? lol! But don't worry its not over! Looks like more action next chappie, eh?! To all of those I guaranteed ROMY, Lance/Lorna, diddy bits of LANCITTY, BOBITHA and Bobby/Lorna (comics getting wound into this, lol!) IT WILL BE HERE NEXT CHAPTER! That is…once I get my usual FIVE REVIEWS! Sorry for the wait and I hope it was worth it! .x.thriller.x.