Lookit! A Nerd! (Steve)

[Kate]

It was as if the warning bells were going off in Kate's head. The force was strong within her, and was letting her know that her new favorite "punching" bag was within range. Or at least, it was letting her know something was up. Kate took a quick look around and spotted what was setting her alarm off.

That one kid, who's outfit and shoes were still in the trunk of her car (that would be an interesting one to explain to Adrian, now wouldn't it?). The nerd would had called her a dumb bitch, and had ended up looking "pretty" in the girl's locker room after being defeated.

Her newest little "toy" in her mind.

The blonde walked away, sure that he would stay where he was, reading a book there. She simply took some things from a janitor closet that was open, and filled the bucket full of water. Then walked back and dumped on him from behind with a great big smile.

This time Kate was not in her cheer leading uniform, nor was her hair pulled back. She was wearing leather pants, boots, and a tank top with a grin that suggested more evil things to come.

[Steve]

It was a brand new day, the events of the other day put behind him. He kept his mental notes, the girl's name was Kate, she was a cheerleader. She was going to pay for being a raging bitch. Those facts were clear, it may not be today, it may not be tomorrow, but someday she was going to pay. Not for beating him up, but for stripping him and humiliating him like she had. Plots for revenge aside he was in a good mood, it was a good day for him.

He was enjoying his time reading Ender's Game sitting on the steps to the main building, the one that wasn't destroyed recently. He had a comfortable pair of Jeans on as well as a "I survived Barren's Chat" shirt.

Students walking around him talking and chatting. With so much activity around him he didn't notice one more, and he was unprepared for the bucket of water that was poured over him and his book.

"What they hell!?" He shouted as he leaped up from where he sat, still clutching his book which was now soaking wet. Spinning around to see the culprit, his eyes narrowing when he saw it was that blond bitch from before. Kate.

"What the hell do you want?" He asked, his middle finger pushing up his glasses as he spoke.

[Kate]

Awww, lookit the way he jumped!! Like a little girl who got her skirt flipped for the very first time or something. Kate grinned at him, still holding onto the bucket. This was about to get very interesting very quickly for Kate, and very bad for the boy. And yes, it involved the bucket.

" Aw, come on nerd. You should have figured it out already. You're the one who started this. And it'll finish when I feel like it. So until I say, you're my new toy. My favorite little punching bag."

Yup. He had done it all to himself too. Because all Steve had had to do was walk past Kate and let her smoke where ever the damn well she felt like smoking and none of this would have had to happen. The girl winked at him, and started forward. She really meant what she said. He was now her favorite punching bag until she got really bored of him. But considering how he had reacted to things, it was going to be awhile before she got bored.

[Steve]

Amusing, who would have thought that the bitch would take my comment so personally. I must of struck a nerve.

His lips twitched upwards in to a small smile at her words. He was amused by her bravado. He knew in a straight up fight she would win, physically she was in much better shape, a lot of that could be attributed to athletics, which was a hobby he was never fond of, though he did do archery.

He moved back from the stairs, his eyes keeping watch on her, waiting for the flicker of the eyes that would show her target, the tensing of muscles that hinted at attack. She was faster and stronger then he was, he just had to rely on his brain and he could do this. He just had to think three moves ahead of her, and not let her overpower him again like last time.

His hand still held the book, it wasn't much but it was something that could be used, a makeshift weapon of sorts. Even a shield, something that could be used to block a punch or something. Though if needed he would ditch it at a moments notice.

"You might want to be careful of your target Kate, lest you make yourself an enemy with a long memory and the intelligence to plan for the right moment to strike back." He said, his face darkening with his threat. He meant it, he held grudges and he would pay her back someday.

[Kate]

He was warning her of picking her targets, and backing up to get away. Ha. If anyone had a long memory, it was Kate McHallin. Anyone who went after her was damn well asking for it. She had security most of the time, body guards, etc. She had more than enough wealth to screw someone over more than a few times. The blonde could bend him over physically and make him her bitch... but that really wasn't her sort of thing.

"Ah, but boyo. I'm smart enough to handle most little boys. Unless you're gay, then I suppose you might be immune to it all."

There was always that too. IF Kate felt the need, she could seduce OR attract a number of men here. He could fall prey to it as well, if she really tried. But that wasn't what she was going for here. Not that kind of toy. She had a boyfriend for that.

So she moved forward, swinging the bucket in one hand as she did so. Those emerald eyes were sparkling, full of excitement at the fun they were about to have. Well, the fun she was about to have.