Pietro chewed on his lower lip in thought. He was, once again, skipping seventh period. He was hiding out in the nurses office this time, having faked an upset stomach just before class started. He did not want to talk to Lance.
Todd had obviously told Lance about the little shopping incident, and Lance was, understandably, pissed off. Ok, so Pietro had slept with Lance's boyfriend and then banged him around a little. He could see why Lance would be upset.
But Pietro hadn't known that Lance and Todd were exclusive! He'd thought that they were all together still! All of them were free game, and...
Ok, so it wasn't so much about the sex. Pietro was pretty sure of that. He'd told Lance about the sex, and Lance had been upset, but had let it go. Pietro had not told him about slamming Todd's head against a wall. That part.. probably wasn't too ok.
"Ok, Mr. Maximoff, I think you've been in here long enough. Why don't you get on back to class?" Mrs. Black, the nurse, stood over the cot Pietro was laying on and gave him a small smile. At his pout of protest, she patted his legs aside and sat down at the edge of the cot. "Pietro. What's wrong, child? I know you're not sick; you've been in here five times since school started. That's three more than you were in here all last year."
Pietro sat up, shrugging lightly, "Nothing. I just don't like classes much. They're slow and boring." Pietro liked the nurse; she was in her late fifties, and reminded him of a grandmother, with her kind smiles and constant scent of peppermints. She offered him one of the said candies that she always had on her, and he took it, popping it into his mouth with a small smile of thanks.
"You're a good boy, Pietro. If something bad happens, you come talk to me, ok?" She patted his knee fondly, "Go on then, get out of here. Class is over in about ten minutes, yes? Go on home. And don't let me see you in here again until you're sick, hmm?"
Pietro nodded and stood, smiling faintly, "Thanks, Mrs. Black. I'll keep that in mind." he grabbed his bag and sauntered out, eyes scanning the empty hallways. Ok, so I've got ten more minutes before Lance beats the hell outta me for hurting Todd. Nice.
He spent the next nine minutes wandering around the school, peeking into random classrooms and making faces at anyone who happened to look up. Mmm, entertaining. He was not looking forward to talking to Lance. The day had been great so far; he'd had a bit of a fight with St. John, but that had ended in kissing and cuddling and a rather impressive, though small, display of fire.
Pietro blushed faintly at the memory. ...Ok, so maybe Lance was right. Not that Pietro would ever tell him that. He kicked at a locker. Stupid Lance. Stupid Todd for telling Lance.
He made his way to the parking lot, nodding to the security guard as if he was doing absolutely nothing wrong. Nope, nothing wrong here, sir. Just out of class early. Really. he heard the bell ring, and the almost-instant sound of people talking and chattering, all happy to be out of school for the day. Pietro was happy, too. Really.
Pietro wandered past random cars, kicking the side of Scott's as he passed it. Because, well, he could. That was what the bad guys did, right? Kicked cars and stuff? Or was that puppies? Whatever.
Ok. So. There was Lance's Jeep. No Lance yet. Not surprising, as class had just gotten out.
Pietro tossed his bag into the front seat, then leaned against the hood, waiting. This was going to be... interesting.