Hate At First Sight.
The Brotherhood and the X-men had never been particularly fond of one another, for…very obvious reasons.
It didn't help that a few of the members of the X-men attended school with them, which led to a lot of fights, usually provoked by the Brotherhood, to be fair.
Not that he could complain, he hadn't been all that innocent in the whole ordeal, no, he'd been worse than most actually.
He was becoming fond of provoking a particular blueberry.
He, himself, wasn't really sure why. Peter could be described as many things, usually just ‘chill’ or ‘easy-going’, which is why the brotherhood had found it weird he started acting out whenever he saw the Nightcrawler, Erik in particular found it weird as hell, he knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of Pietro's hatred, and it wasn't nearly half as bad with him as it was when he was with the Nightcrawler.
And, from what Peter could tell just by looking at the confused faces of the X-men members as Kurt responded with just as much venom and aggression, the fur-ball wasn't usually as aggressive either.
It pissed him off so fucking badly, seeing the guy standing there with that bitch Amy following him like a lost puppy. It made his stomach churn. On the contrary, watching Kurt get so worked up over every little word makes him ineffably giddy. Watching the fuzzy demon get affected by him more than he would ever admit? It was a weird feeling, one he couldn't quite decipher. He'd told Kurt his legs looked weird and he'd been wearing baggy pants ever since, which he found himself regretting, he liked Kurt's old pants. Just the pants, nothing else. For sure.
It went both ways for a while, Kurt would tell Peter his hair looked dumb, and he'd started wearing a hat. Peter had told Kurt his eyes were weird and he'd started wearing sunglasses. Kurt told Peter he thought his legs were freakishly skinny, and though he wouldn't admit it was because of that, the other members found him constantly exercising his legs and doing Cardio.
Well, at least they were better in one way, their fights barely ever got physical. Usually, it'd end before it even started, when the taller boy pinned Peter to a wall or pushed him up against something to intimidate him, and Peter's thoughts would come to a screeching halt, only because of how surprised he was, and he'd be unable to come up with a witty retort. They'd just stand there awkwardly until Kurt let go of him and stomped off with Amy.
He scoffs just thinking about him walking while she prances around behind him acting like some clingy whore.
Not that he could talk, he doesn't usually slut shame, and he wasn't really any better, he'd rotate through friend groups like he was picking socks, Marry Ane one day, Sue the next, Sarah to top off the week. The guys had given up on trying to find him long-term girlfriends. His longest relationship was about….2 weeks and 3 days.
He remembers walking into school with a group of girls
Last Thursday, Kurt tripped him while he was walking, discreetly using his tail. Peter didn't even get to respond or make a snide remark because Kurt beat him to the punch, making fun of him for being dumb, and he's pretty sure the word ‘slow’ was thrown his way (how ironic). To say Peter was caught off guard would be…an understatement, Kurt wasn't usually the one to start shit. Not that he could complain, the way Kurt had smirked while he was doing it took Peter's breath away. Because of how unexpected it was, of course. It made his stomach feel…weird. He couldn't explain it, it just made him feel weird. He took a second to straighten himself up.
And when Peter did start arguing back? Kurt started insulting the poor group of girls who were surrounding them, mostly directing it at Peter saying how pathetic he was, calling him a crack whore who'd sleep with a bunch of whores who had little to no dignity.
He called them a whole dictionary worth of colourful words that Peter couldn't be bothered to remember, he didn't have a retort for any of it (Mostly because Kurt wasn't wrong), and the girls stormed off offended that their (very little) honour wasn't defended.
And there went his weekend plans, which is why he was currently pacing around his room, listening to music, bored out of his mind and thinking about Nightcrawler, thinking about Kurt. Well, not thinking about Kurt as much as he is thinking about ways to insult him, which is 100× way less creepy than just thinking about Kurt. Why would he be thinking about Kurt anyway?
It's not like he had an unhealthy obsession with a guy, and thought about all the ways he could piss him off while he was showering, wondering what kind of face he'd make when he started provoking him. Probably that dumb scowl that makes him look like a pissy, angry, cat.
God, he needed a better distraction than this. How far gone out of boredom was he, that the best thing that he was doing to take up some of his time was thinking, strategizing, about how to insult a guy who hadn't done anything to him, who he might not ever get to execute these strategies with. He'd mostly forget himself when he started arguing with Kurt, every good argument leapt out of the window taking his sharp tongue with them. Nonetheless, he still managed to piss off the fuzz ball, and that's all that mattered.
He sighs, and throws himself onto the bed, legs dangling off, and his eyes stuck to the ceiling.
Damn that large blueberry, damn him and his fur, and his weird tattoo-ish things that stick out, damn him and his stupid, stupid, smile. And damn his stupid image hologram, which totally butchers his looks, by the way. Not that Peter cares.
God, he was gonna have to see him tomorrow. Someone kill him now.
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Meanwhile with Kurt
“Sheiße,” Kurt grumbles under his breath, his tail gripping the ceiling fan hard, as he hangs upside down.
He was attempting to clear his mind…which was currently being assaulted with thoughts revolving around a certain fast, stupid, nuisance. He had school in 10 minutes and all he could think about was stupid Pietro and his stupid face. He had taken a shower, had breakfast, and gotten dressed, and he still couldn’t shake that boy's dumb smug smirk out of his head.
That annoying…prick had been getting on his nerves more often lately, he even dared to insult Amy, who had done nothing wrong to him!
God, last Thursday he had even walked in with a group of girls surrounding him, acting like he owned the place just because a few girls thought he looked nice! He huffs under his breath.
Charles had told him it was best to try to avoid Pietro since he was only attempting to get on his nerves. And he knew the man was right, but it was easier said than done, the nuisance had managed to consistently scout him out like some sort of drug-searching dog. So what if he retaliates a bit? It’s not like he’s actually affected by Pietro at all! His choice of baggy pants just so happened to be a coincidence, he’d been thinking about buying them for a while! AND glasses just so happened to be in.
He huffs for maybe the tenth time just thinking about it. Thinking about him.
Eventually, he lets go of the fan, landing gracefully on his feet with a very light thump. He grabs his necessities and starts heading to school. God help him, he’ll have some self-control today! Even if It kills him. Which it probably will. Damn Pietro and his stupid…stupid face.
God, why was he even still thinking about him?
Why couldn’t he let this go?
He should be used to this! The judgement and annoyance, that is, he was blue for god’s sake, he was practically a walking insult magnet. The words of one silver-haired boy shouldn’t matter to him at all. Not that they do! He totally doesn’t take the words to heart, he just…finds Pietro peculiarly annoying is all,
How can someone be so smart and so childish and stupid at the same time?! That boy was a walking enigma, he was like a Rubik's cube and Kurt couldn’t help but feel like a blind man helplessly trying to solve something he could neither see nor fully wrap his head around why, why he was so hell-bent on solving it.
Obviously, the annoying asshole only wanted to piss him off, there was no reason behind the provocation and he should stop looking for a deeper meaning behind it.
As he sees the school slowly approaching, he can feel his stomach twist into knots, wracked with dread and something else that made him feel like the air was knocked out of his lungs and like it was stubbornly avoiding him. How pathetic.
Seeing him won’t be the end of the world. He’s beaten far worse enemies, hell, he’s even sparred with the Wolverine!
Except this was different, it wasn’t fear. Kurt knew fear well, like the back of his hand even, and this feeling he got wasn’t that. It somehow managed to be worse. He’d rather be terrified, because at least he knew how to deal with fear. What he didn’t know how to deal with was his stomach churning, and that… That surge of something so deeply disgruntling deep in his heart whenever he saw the shorter boy hanging out with a girl, or being extra touchy with one he’s obviously interested in. He just feels bad for the girls, that’s probably why he feels this way.
God, today was gonna be a long ass day. Someone kill him now.