𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐘 ﹙peter maximoff﹚

𝒙𝒊𝒊. you know me.

CHAPTER TWELVE ;
you know me.
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JULY 1972

Peter Maximoff had, instead of leaving Layla alone like she initially thought he would, became insanely nice. Was he actively trying to confuse Layla? Probably!

Maybe it was some kind of mind game to him. It wouldn't surprise her, it was probably some elaborate plan he was brewing to make her let her guard down, so he would be able to pull off some weird 'heist'. She hadn't yet voiced these ideas, however, as even the tiniest mention of his name seemed to summon him, and while he was no longer being annoying, his kindness was freaky.

"Layla! Laylaaaa!" An annoying, sing song voice called out, snapping the girl out of her thoughts. "I thought we had a truce! Why're you ignoring me!"

The girl slowly turned her head towards him, her lips pressed in a tight line. He had gone nearly two weeks without annoying her, nearly two whole weeks of being civil and normal. She had really no clue whether he was about to break that streak, or if he would follow up with something nice. 

"I'm not. I'm doing my work. For school." The brunette said, not meeting his eyes. Ever time she looked him in the eyes, he got a stupid, dopey smile, as if he was proud of making her look in his direction.

Peter clicked his tongue, letting out a sigh. "So studious. I remember the days where we hated math together... times have changed!" 

His mock-melancholic tone made Layla frown, as she looked at the boy in bewilderment. She couldn't tell if he was trying to make a joke or if he was trying to mock her. Part of her hoped he was mocking her, just so she could retort back, which was so insane it made her head hurt. Something was wired wrong in her brain, she knew that much. 

Well, obviously something was wrong with her, because she turned invisible, but clearly that wasn't the only thing wrong with her. She knew she wasn't a horrible person, so why did she enjoy arguing with Maximoff so much? Why did she miss insulting him?

Was she a bully?

No, it was mutual. And... neither of them ever took offence to the insults; at least, she didn't think they did. She certainly didn't.

It got her thinking about that meeting a week or so ago with the green haired girl, Peters sister. She called her and peter frenemies. It was such a childish word, the kind you would read in a little girls diary.

Then again, the feud between Peter and Layla was childish.

"Was that a joke?" Layla finally asked after a moment of silence. That made Peter falter, laughing somewhat awkwardly.

"What? Noo." He shook his head, running his hands through the ends of his silver hair. "Just trying to diffuse the tension! Lighten up, buttercup!" 

An idiotic smile formed on his lips as he leaned back in his seat, clearly trying to look cool or unbothered by her clear irritation. That seemed to be his whole persona, in Layla's eyes. From the stupid remarks to that grown out silver hair, he always tried to act cool.

Having said that, it didn't really work. While he had succeeded in being a pain in the ass (with cool hair), he was still a loser. And Layla really wanted to let him know. 

She put her pen down, meeting his brown doe-like eyes. They always seemed to be moving faster than everyone else's, darting all over the room, sometimes so fast his pupils seemed to blend into his iris. 

"Why're you doing this?" She asked, chewing the inside of her cheek and glaring at him. "One day you're like... stalking me, showing up at my job, doing everything to piss me off, and the next you're being nice? Asking for a truce?"

Layla's glare seemed to put Peter on edge. His foot seemed to be tapping the floor at a rate so fast it should be impossible. It somehow made Layla's feet tingle, the floor feeling like it was shaking.

What the hell?

Her gaze shot to the floor, but almost as fast as the tapping started, it stopped. 

"I don't know what you're talking about." Peter said simply, crossing his arms and looking away.

Goddamn this kid, who did he think he was?

His answer did nothing but confuse Layla even more. It was obvious he knew what she was talking about, why would he deny it? He did ask for a truce, he knew what he had been doing prior to that was weird and annoying, so why be a dick about it?

But there was nothing Layla could do about it.

So, all she did was nod. Hey, she was being the bigger person, Pandora would be proud! 

"Okay."

"Okay!" Peter nodded in agreement, a big, dopey grin gracing his lips. He turned back to face the front of class, and Layla did the same.

Okay.

Peters silence lasted about a minute.

"Hey, you saw my sister yesterday!" He said, turning back to face her and smiling. Sighing, Layla nodded and turned to face the clock. 

Twelve minutes left. 

The silver haired boy continued, twirling his pen in the air as he spoke. "She told me you stared at her like a fish for like, a minute and a half."

Layla looked at him out of the corner of her eye, pressing her lips together. How lovely, Peter Maximoff's sister thought she looked like a fish. 

"No, i was just... Whatever. I don't look like a fish."

Peter snorted, shaking his head. "I didn't say you looked like a fish!"

"It was implied!" 

Her answers only seemed to amuse Peter further, as he scratched his head, chuckling to himself. "I just meant like, y'know that face you do when you're really shocked?" Peter opened his mouth, looking at her dumbly, before breaking back into a stupid grin. She did not look like that!

"What, you pay that much attention to me?" The girl quipped, crossing her arms. She knew she looked like a pouty toddler right now, but she also didn't really care. His impression of her just proved to her that he was one hundred percent stalking her and obsessed with her, which quite literally made her want to disappear into the floor.

She quickly pushed that thought out of her mind. Considering she could actually turn invisible, thoughts like that weren't the best. She couldn't exactly control her freakish little problem, and turning invisible Infront of the boy with the loudest mouth in the school was not ideal.

Peter quickly shook his head, smile widening. God, he looked like an excited puppy.

"No, but i know you, and you always do that face!" 

Layla shook her head, scowling. Part of her wanted to smile, though. It was such a stupid thing to say. Peter didn't know her. They were... closely acquainted. "Yeah, okay, sure."

He seemed happy enough with that answer, turning back to face the front. 

Peter Maximoff did not know Layla Spring.

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