Opposites >Peter Maximoff<

Chapter Four

5:53

I was too early, wasn't I? God, I thought Justin would get here before me. I knew he liked to be early to things, but this felt different. I had been here since 5:40.

If I had some way to just talk to him, ask him where he was. Things would be much easier.

Minutes went past. The waitress walked over three times. I still waited. I actually put on makeup for once, just to look presentable. Honestly, I wanted Justin to like me. I wanted to clear my head and for him to only be in it.

But I barely knew the guy.

I looked over to the front counter, where my waitress waited, eyeing me occasionally. I squinted slightly, focusing on her mind.

Whoever she's waiting for probably won't show up. I feel sorry for her.

I shut my eyes and sighed, dropping my head. I looked out the window, my eyes widening when I saw Peter, an evil grin on his face, hands in his silver jacket.

A jacket, that once I got close enough to, would be ripped to shreds.

The world around me paused and I shot up. But what made me confused was when Peter started moving.

He wasn't supposed to be moving. How the hell is he moving?!

The boy with silver hair looked around at the sudden frozen cars in confusion, and for a moment I debated trying to get into his head.

I'd never read his mind before. Sure, I've debated it on several occasions just to see what the fuck he was constantly thinking about, but then again... I hate him and don't care what he thinks.

What I do care about, however, is when he ruins my dates.

I stormed out of the diner, stomping my way over across the street. "The hell is wrong with you, Maximoff?!" I yelled, shoving him hard and ignoring that he was moving.

"Is this— are you— holy shit you're like me!" He laughed, though I could tell he was bothered that we had something in common.

"I don't care about that right now! Wait— what?" I paused, staring at him as his grin faltered.

"This is your doing, right? Moving so fast the world stops?" He asked, arms splayed out to the world.

"Uh— no? I just— I stopped— oh my god what have I done." I muttered to myself and turned around, covering my hands in my hands.

I just showed Peter Maximoff, a guy I have hated since the day we met, that I was a mutant.

I have never been a bigger idiot in my life. I thought to myself, feeling a string gust of wind from behind me. I frowned, turning around to see Peter dressed in a nurse' costume. Thankfully, it was a male nurse costume and not one of those 'sexy nurses' one.

"What. The fuck?" I asked, shaking my head. "Please don't tell me that—"

"I'm the fastest person on earth? Why tell you when I just showed you?" Peter did a strange dance that made me cringe, and I shook my head, flailing my arms.

"You idiot! What if this wasn't me!?" I asked, and suddenly the world returned to normal, moving at a decent pace. Peter frowned, staring at my eyes. And when I saw the reflection in his glasses I quickly turned away again, remembering that if I got too angry, then that other ability would show up.

"Yoooo did your eyes just glow? Lemme see! C'mon you gotta let me at least sneak a peek! C'moonn—"

"Shut the hell up! Seriously, Peter. Why are you always doing this to me?!" Peter looked away for a moment, then back at me again.

"Doing what?" He smirked, and it took every fiber in my body to not bitch slap him. "I just thought I'd watch how horribly your date would turn out!"

"Seriously? Let me guess, you just so happened to run into Justin and tell him I couldn't make it?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"No. But I did like seeing him walk out of the diner just now." I gasped loudly and spun around, seeing Justin walk out with a very upset look.

I then turned back to Peter, glaring daggers into his sound as I stepped forward, grabbing his shirt with a single fist and yanking him closer. "I swear to god, Peter Maximoff. I will make this last school month a living hell for you." I seethed in an angry voice, and Peter's eyes widened as if he had truly been scared, the glowing green of my eyes reflecting in his brown eyes and I yanked him away.

"What the hell was that?!" He asked with a wide grin as I stormed off and ran to Justin. "Hey! Answer my question!"

"Justin!" I yelled in that same angry voice, quickly pausing to clear my throat. "Justin!"

The football player turned around, his eyes slightly brightening. "Jeyda! Thought you stood me up." He laughed awkwardly as I shook my head.

"No I'm sorry! I Uh— ran into someone and lost track of time." I smiled softly as Justin shook his head.

"It's alright. But, we're both here now. Why don't we just go catch a movie instead?" His eyes wandered along my body, and for a moment I frowned, staring at his forehead.

Then I realized that, maybe football guys aren't my type. And I winced, sighing.

"I'm sorry, Justin. I seriously am... but I can't. I told my mom that we'd just be going to the diner and that she should pick me up in an hour—"

"Oh. No no it's okay." Justin started to just walk away, leaving me there on the sidewalk before he paused, turning around. "Hey, remember how I used to tell you I hate when people lie?"

"All too well." I smiled awkwardly, messing with my nails. Justin pressed his lips together, and nodded.

"Well, I hate that you just lied to me. I'll see you around, Jeyda." I winced once more as he walked away again, and I sighed, my head dropping.

"Ooooh. Harsh move, Jeyda." I spun around, almost slapping Peter, but his hand moved so fast and he caught my wrist. "Ah ah ah... looks like you'll be remembering that I'm much faster than you think." He winked as I yanked my hand free from his grasp, rubbing my wrist gently.

His touch lingered on my arm for longer than I'd care to admit as the two of us held down a staring contest. "Now, back to that voice thing you did. What was that?" He asked as I scoffed, shoving past him.

"Why do you hate answering my questions?!" Peter frowned as I turned to him, still walking away.

"Because I hate you!"