Caffeine Hit [Nick]

[Nicolas Constantine]

The name had really screwed with her as he could see it in the look she gave him. It was a mixed look that basically screamed "I'm going to break you if you call me that again".

She then did something unexpected. She grabbed onto his arm and held it like they were an item. A very close item. He wouldn't be alarmed though, because then that would tell her that he had thrown the gauntlet to her, making her the victor of their little game. And he would not let that happen, especially when he had more charm up his sleeve.

She looked up at him with a look of false affection, so instead of backing away from her titan grip on his arm, he cuddled closer to her, trying to make her uncomfortable. No amount of physical contact would scare him away, but he didn't know if it would backfire on her or not. He leaned in close to her so their faces were only inches apart, and smiled, eyes sparkling.

"I know I'm correct, why can't people be more like us. We're something else."

[Sara Quinn]

Oh that little bugger... She sighed out a breath as his face stopped only inches from hers. It took every ounce of self control she had to not flinch away. Poor Sara normally had enough trouble dealing with people as it was. She had honestly expected him to back off a little with the ferocity of her glare, yet here he was cuddling closer. The guy had to have a death wish =_=

She held his arm closer to her as though his sudden closeness had made her uncomfortable. Which it had. But this was a different effect she was going for. Her body was shaking, and she let her face go slack, like a frightened innocent. Truth was, she was shaking from anger. This kid no clue who he was messing with. There was no way she was going to let him win now. And plus... This was so much more entertaining then sitting there doing homework. But he seemed to be watching his words, making sure she had no reason to hit him.

Smart =_= Real smart...

She had to admit though, he intrigued her. He had spirit to match her own. She wanted to break it... but in a good way <3 If there was such a way... Seemed the only way to one up him though was to finish closing the distance between their mouths. No way was she making the first move. But it was that, or start the fight.

And then she saw her way out. Just out of the corner of her eye. Perfect. And she even had the innocent look going on at the moment, so it would completely fit for her to do something like this to. She whipped her head to the side and called out in a girly voice. "Look! I found the pop machines~" And she took off towards them. She had to be honest, she was excited about getting a new pop~<3.

Ok. Time to start from square one again. -Button Mash for Reset- And he was up first~!

[Nicolas Constantine]

Nick was toying with her emotions very well. He could see it that she was going through some inner anguish as the gap between their faces got toward a close. He also noticed her entire body was shaking. She was angry, angry that she wasn't winning or in control, angry because he had given her no reason to beat his face in.

Nick enjoyed Sara's games. She was the first girl in the school to completely join his game with her own. He thought she had spunk and character to last this long against him, as he was at the top of his game today.

He saw that she knew the only way out of the situation she was in, but she was saved by sight of the soda machines.

"Look! I found the pop machines!"[/i]

She ran off towards them, releasing her bear grip on him, and giving him time to collect himself from the lack of blood flow to his arm. He could tell she was a lot stronger than she looked.

Nick took his leather wallet from his pocket and took out two dollars, one for each can of soda. He walked over to the machine she had stopped at, and fed one of the dollars into the slot.

"What would you like, love?"

[Sara Quinn]

Sara eyed the selection in the machine, and reached out, pushing the button for a coke. As it popped out of the machine, she bent over to take it out. She found she was blushing again. There was something about eating or drinking in front of people that made her nervous. Silly little thoughts about what other people thought about her choices. She hated herself for the soft blush that touched her cheeks as she pulled the can of pop from the machine. Another point for him. If they were fighting though? With fists? He'd already be lying bloody on the ground.

She stood back up, can in hand and leaned calmly and confidently (or tried to) against the side of the machine as she waited for him to get his. She smiled at him. This wasn't going so well. It was getting harder and harder to find a reason to beat him. Minor flirting and being nice. She would be a bitch if she hit him now.

He was winning... Crap...

Sara didn't like to lose... At all. Losing made her do stupid things without thinking them through properly. Such as this:

"This was real~ nice of you. I owe you one." She winked at him. Come on buddy, gimme a reason to hit you... Man, she just wanted a fight, was that so bad?

[Nicolas Constantine]

Sara had chosen a Coke. That was a good choice considering that he was going to have a Coke as well. Nick fed the dollar into the machine and pressed the button for the can to be dispensed. He cracked it open after taking it out of the tray and took a gulp. He noticed that Sara was getting antsy.

"This was real nice of you. I owe you one."

Nick smiled with a heartfelt smirk. And she winked at him. Maybe this girl had lightened up towards his antics.

"No problem. I'm just glad I found someone I could share a soda with." he said with an embarrassed smile.

He wouldn't give her any reason to fight him. In fact, he would be so nice and charming that she wouldn't have a reason to dislike him at all.

[Sara Quinn]

Little bugger! And that smile to! D< Sara popped open her drink and took a gulp, shivering as she downed half the can in one go. Oh the sweet, sweet feeling of caffeine in her system... <3

"Well I'm glad I could be of service then.." She said, a sweet smile on her face. If he didn't hurry up, she was going to have to just... be a bitch and take a swing at him.

She tilted her head, considering him, wondering if he would fight her. She was damned and determined now to get into a fight. She could feel the adrenaline pumping, her body itching to be moving. It was time to take control of the situation - The machine next to her gave a shake.

She looked questioningly at it and stepped away from it. Wierd. She turned back to him, smiling, taking a step towards him, looking up at him with a knowing look. The machine gave another shake, and then-

BOOOOM

The machine exploded O___________________O

Sara dropped her drink, her arms covering her head on instinct.

[Nicolas Constantine]

Sara was looking at Nick in an awkward position. He didn't know what to make of it other than she was possibly deciding whether she wanted to punch him or hug him. He studied her face which was devoid of any tells that could explain what was going on in that tiny head of hers.

Just then, the soda machine started to rumble, and Sara took a few steps closer to Nick, eyes wide. Nick knew what was going to happen and got the same expression on his face.

BOOOOOM!

The machine exploded and Sara covered herself from whatever impact would come from the mess. Nick would usually have shielded himself from the explosion, but a slit second instinct came over him and he covered Sara to protect her, grasping her tight, back to the soda machine.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara felt arms wrap around her, someone holding her to them, her face to their chest, and she instinctively fisted her hands in the shirt, burying her face into their chest. Her eyes were squeezed closed even after it seemed that the machine had calmed down.

She knew who it was in front of her though. The only person who had been anywhere near her. Nick. Well shit. Now she damn well couldn't fight him could she? And she looked like a little scaredy cat to =_=

He had saved her. Well no, she didn't know that for sure yet, but he had tried to. And that was nice. Very nice. Good guy. If it had been bad though, his back was to it. He might be hurt... She pushed away from his chest only slightly, opening her eyes and looking up at him, with genuine concern on her face. "Are you ok?"

[Nicolas Constantine]

Sara looked up at him with concern in her eyes and he looked back, eyes wide and a half-smirk on his face.

"Ow. That hurt."

He let go of her gently and felt the back of his head with his hand. Nick brought his hand back and looked at the palm, which he had put against his head. It was red with a little blood.

"Jeez, I think a can hit me in the back of the head, would ya look at that."

He turned his hand around so the bloodstained palm was facing Sara. He had a look of discomfort on his face, but the smirk helped lessen the expression a little.

"Good thing I was there to save you, that could have knocked out a moose. Good thing I can take harder hits than a moose then, right?"

[Sara Quinn]

Sara looked at the blood on his hand, cringing on the inside. She hated the sight of blood. This kinda sucked though. He had gotten hurt in the course of saving her. Now she seriously did owe him. And couldn't really hit him. ... >_<

"Shit..." She hissed through her teeth, glancing quickly around. She didn't know what to do. Maybe she should take him to the nurse? She hated going to the nurses though. Maybe it wasn't that bad. She wanted to get away from the machine though, before someone thinks that this was her fault or something.

She turned away, her hand dropping to grab a hold of the hand that didn't have blood on it, and she would pull him along behind her, back to the bench.

"Ya, good thing your head is harder then a mooses. Good job. We should get away from here." She was jogging slowly, her head continually turning to look for anyone who looked like they were going to get them in trouble. She looked behind her quickly. "Thanks... But don't think we're done yet." If he was smart, he would know that she meant the game~<3

[Nicolas Constantine]

"Yeah, definitely we should get away from here, people might think we made the machine explode. And I'm fine, just hurts a bit."

It hurt worse than he made it seem, but the wound wasn't going to kill him or hospitalize him.

Nick knew what she was talking about, as well. Once they got a safe distance away from the scene of the crime, he would continue to one up her and nurse his wound. Nick doubted she could make herself come to hit him after what he had done for her, and he'd probably have some nice hidden scar to remind her that when they met in the future. The head heals pretty quickly.

[Sara Quinn]

Bloody hell... The guy was tending to his cut. Dammit. How the hell was she supposed to win now? She might fight dirty at times, but she wasn't one to fight someone who was injured.

But she wanted him to sit down so that she could look at it. She could at least keep them on even par if she tried to help him with it. When they reached the bench, she would push him down onto the seat, facing the table top, and stood behind him.

"I'm just... gunna take a little look... 'kay?" If he was ok with that, she would step towards him, leaning down slightly, and run her hand through his hair, looking for the wound. God she hoped it wasn't bad... Dammit...

[Nicolas Constantine]

They got to the bench Sara pushed him down gently, and he sat, facing the table. She stood behind him and asked if she could look at his wound.

"Yeah, just please be gentle."

She began by running her fingers through his hair, which sent shivers down his spine from just the touch. Then once she got to the injured spot, he winced.

"Ow! Ow, ow, yeah that's it right there."

Even though he was mildly uncomfortable, Nick couldn't help but smile. It was nice to have someone there to care for him, and he hoped that Sara thought that he would tend to her if she were the injured one.

[Sara Quinn]

"I'm trying to be gentle... Sorry..." Sara couldn't help but hiss in a breath, scrunching up her face as she found the wound. It wasn't really bad... She leaned down closer to him and eyed the wound, gently pulling his hair out of the way. "Tch... Damn."

She felt bad. Quite bad. She was pissed that he was hurt. She owed him one. If it hadn't been for him, that can would have hit her right in the face. That wasn't a happy thought... So instead, he was now hurt, and she couldn't hit him. Unless he did something to provoke her, but she doubted he would... DAMN the complications D<

It looked pretty bad though... Not SERIOUS, but bad... "I don't think I have any bandages on me... Do you have anything...?" Sara wasn't a nurse, she wasn't used to caring for people, and she didn't know what to do. There was a hint of fear and concern in her voice as she spoke to him. And she knew she had lost TT.TT It was just a matter of whether he knew, and if she could keep up the pretenses of winning.

[Nicolas Constantine]

"No, I don't have any first aid on me."

You'd think he would, considering the school he he went to. He carried things that were useful, but useful to him in each specific way. Nick turned around and smiled directly at Sara.

"Thanks for looking at it. Must be pretty gross." he joked.

She did owe him however, and even if she had given up on their little game for now, Nick was far from done with her.

"Well, I might as well go home and tend to my injury. But as for thanks for me saving you, how about you let me take you to dinner?"

That was a smooth move if he ever did come up with one, he thought. He smiled at her, eyes shining in the light, and awaited a reply. Depending on what she said, he might get her number and leave to go home and fix up his head. If not, well that was another story...