-Bamf- Kurt ported into his room and pulled on some clothes. He then ported back to school.
"What the-?" Mrs. Micheals the P.E teacher looked up, to see who had just rushed outside.
"Sorry . . . I'm . . . late. . ." Kurt panted.
"Three laps, Mr. Wager!" Snapped the teacher. "Go!"
Kurt ran around the large sports field . . . Well, he attempted to, at least.
Before he finished the first lap, he collapsed. Todd looked like he was on the verge of rushing over to help, when Pietro appeared.
"Yes, Mr. Maximoff?" Mrs. Micheals looked at the white-blond-haired senior.
"You have a message."
"Let me see."
Pietro passed the note to the teacher, who began reading. She paused and looked up at the flagpole.
"Kurt!" She growled. "What were you thinking!?!"
Kurt and the others looked up to see all Kurt's clothes hanging on the flagpole. Written on each item of clothing was a word which, when read from top to bottom, read "KURT WAGNER IS A FUCKING SLUT" in large black letters.
Kurt looked at Todd, who seemed to be thinking the same thing. They glared at Pietro, who shot a smug smile back at them as he walked back to class.
Okay, so now we get to the fun part, the revenge. If you want, you can tell me the ways you got – or wished you got – revenge, and I'll try to make it part of the story . . . Well, if I actually remember to put this chapter up before I finish writing the story.
It's kinda funny, y'know, how one tiny idea you get from being bored could turn into this . . . Meh. As they (Whoever they may be) always say "That's the way the cookie crumbles" . . . . . . . I'm hungry. . .