Making Amends (Sara)

[THE Justin]

With the bonding of physical contact.[/u]

Stu had made some awful decisions in the past. However, he wasn't about to let these problems haunt him forever. He was truly trying to dominate his worse attitudes, which seemingly took him over without him even trying.

He wasn't going to let that happen.

However, he also wouldn't let the people he had hurt go on with their lives without getting at least an apology out of him. He was hoping that his attempts to settle his conscience would also settle his behavior, and then maybe, someday maybe, he could get back with Olesya.

Or at least move on.

So it was here, in the park, where he sat, a hoodie and jeans, Converse high tops. His hair was messy, as usual, and he was somewhat sullen, but with just the twinge of happiness. He was finally getting help, though his own means, if nothing else.

First on the list;

Sara Quinn.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara walked home slowly. She had finally bought a spiffy new spring coat. A light, thin fabric coat to keep her slightly warmer, as her favorite shirts were tank tops, leaving her arms bare. She played with the zipper as she walked along the path. It was green. Her favorite color. She had finally splurged a little and bought it. She was feeling quite proud of herself, but she just felt... off. She couldn't explain it. It was like there was a built up frustration in her. She had been feeling like this all day, and no matter what she did, she couldn't seem to shake the feeling.

She sighed, letting go of the zipper and dropping her head back, staring at the sky. She needed to find something to do. She had tried a little bit of everything to break the feeling. Cooking, cleaning, shopping, video games, movies... nothing worked.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed there was someone in the park. Sara stopped. She knew who that was. Well not his name. But she knew him. Her face hardened, an evil smile hitting her lips. Well she knew one thing she hadn't tried yet.

She changed direction, heading towards him. She wondered briefly why it seemed like everyone she had ever fought with had come to this school... It was weird. But oh well. Oh~How to deal with him first. How to start a fight with him again. Mm. Payback. So much fun. And hey, no ceilings! OH~She knew how to start this. She stopped a few feet away from him. "Hey... fuck you ass."

[THE Justin]

Stu looked up, the brisk air causing his breath to feel painful as he breathed in sharply. He stood immediately, almost falling over, catching himself at the last minute. He held up his hands in a defeated posture, trying to play to her sympathy.

"Listen, Sara, I think that is your name... I wanted to talk to you."

He took a few steps towards her, slowly, cautiously. He didn't want to get hit, but he knew she had every right to smack him. He had put her through a wall and basically into a group of lockers. And stomped on her.

Yeah. He probably deserved to get the shit kicked out of him.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara watched, a triumphant look on her face as he jumped to his feet, nearly falling over in his haste. He recognized her. Good. She told herself last time hadn't been a fair battle, the closed halls had made it harder to fight. She would beat him this time, out here in the open. She had become a lot stronger since the last time they had fought. And from his posture, she wanted to believe that he knew that to.

"Listen, Sara, I think that is your name... I wanted to talk to you."

She watched him take a few slow steps towards her, and the anger swelled up. Nu uh. She wasn't falling for that shit. With the way he had beaten her last time, there was no way that he had just suddenly had a change of heart. It didn't work like that.

She took a step towards him, preparing to get the first move in before he could. She brought her fists up. Not her style, but she figured it would be a good start. She brought her right arm back and took another step towards him closing the distance and threw her fist into his face.

[THE Justin]

He watched her, not expecting to get away with nothing, but he also was not expecting that right hook that came flying at his face.

"I just wanted to say I-"

The small fist struck forth and collided, dead center with his face. His head flew backwards, not expecting the hit, and immediately he tasted that familiar copper taste. Blood. His own.

He stumbled back a few feet, a sleeve coming up to stifle the flow from his nose.

"Okay. I deserved that. I really did. Sara, I'm sorry. I... I was an asshole."

[Sara Quinn]

Her punch connected with his face. That was amazing. She was slightly thrown off though. It was like... a dead giveaway that the first punch never landed and yet... Here he was, trying to stop the blood flowing from his nose with his sleeve. Did she feel bad? No. Did he deserve it? Yes. And look~ He even knew he did~

"Okay. I deserved that. I really did. Sara, I'm sorry. I... I was an asshole."

And yet, she didn't want to hear his apology. Normally she would have accepted it, but today... And with how bad their fight had been? No... Not happening. She took another step quickly towards him, and threw her right arm upwards into his stomach in an uppercut. Really, she didn't normally just come straight on like this, but if it seemed to be working? Why not?

[THE Justin]

He tensed, readying, as soon as he saw her come at him, preparing to take the shot and hopefully stop her from pressing on with the attack. He felt her fist slam against his stomach, and his breathe was sucked away quickly, but he was prepared, and regained composure within a second.

"Okay... I deserved that too, but please stop. I'm sorry!"

He was preparing this time. If she attacked again, he would quickly throw himself at her, trying to minimize the distance between them to nothing, basically trying to defeat her with a quick, yet strong, bear hug.

[Sara Quinn]

"Okay... I deserved that too, but please stop. I'm sorry!"

Sara didn't care for his apologizes. The more she hit him, and the more he didn't fight back, the angrier she became. The more she wanted him to fight her. She took a step back, glaring at him.

"Fight back. Now." And with that, she took another step towards him, and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and with a small grunt, threw her right knee up into his stomach.

[THE Justin]

He heard her. He did... But he didn't think it would help. He wouldn't lose, he wouldn't hold anything back. Not if she wanted him not to.

Her hands gripped onto his hoodie, and he took this initiative to throw himself forwards, before that errant knee could come up, and he threw all his strength into it, throwing himself into her. He wanted to know her down, and keep her down.

If he succeeded to knock her down, he would immediately go to work, lefts and rights flying forth, aiming for her face, trying to get her to relax and listen to him.

Should she somehow stay on her feet, he would lift, and try to throw her over his shoulder, and into the bench that he had previously just been sitting on.

If nothing else, he just wanted her to stop.

[Sara Quinn]

He threw himself into her, and she twisted her body to the right, quickly bringing her leg back down, planting it behind her to keep her balance. She wasn't able to counter as she tried to make it so she stayed on her feet, and the next thing she knew she had been thrown into the bench.

She landed on it, hard, the edge of it cutting into her side. She pushed herself up, spinning to face him. Finally. He was fighting back. Her side stung, and it would probably bruise, but she ignored it. She pulled her jacket off, not wanting to get it ruined in the fight. She tossed it on the bench and ran at him, her right fist drawing back and slamming forward for his stomach again. She wasn't going to be using her legs much, she was learning it really didn't work with this guy.

[THE Justin]

Stu was hesitant. He didn't want to fight! He wanted to apologize, maybe befriend her, take her out for coffee, talk about things, get to know her, maybe become real friends, with a real relationship.

But he also understood that he hurt her. He wasn't going to give in. No, she wouldn't want to beat on him unnecessarily. So, he'd give her a run for his money.

He tensed, letting her hand crash itno his stomach, his breathe squeaking out acutely. He let the fist push into him, though keeping his muscles tensed, diminishing the impact, before lashing himself, right fist springing forth with great speed and power, attempting to hit her in the face back.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara's fist connected with his stomach, his breath pushing out of him from the impact. She let out a laugh, proud that she was showing him what she was made of. She had been right, last time hadn't been fair, this time though...~

Then his fist pulled back and slammed towards her face. She flinched, turning her head, but unable to pull away from the punch before it connected. It slammed into her cheek bone and she was thrown back a few steps, clutching her face.

"You ass... You don't go for a girls face!?" She spat out, and then she walked towards him, just walked, her anger clouding her judgment. She walked right up to him, stopping about a foot away, glaring at him, and then pulled her right leg up, and then kicked out with her foot, aiming to catch him in the stomach and push him back. Nothing fancy, nothing particularly difficult. This was more a hissy fit shot then anything else. That, and she was tired of attacking him, she wanted him to attack her so she could counter.

[THE Justin]

Stu tried to stop her. He did. He hoped the hit would cool her off, bring her down to a normal sanity level.

Wrong!

She came back, slowly but surely, and her foot whipped outwards. He had been holding his stomach from the punch, and was able to catch the foot easily, grasping the leg and the foot with both hands.

"I SAID STOP!"

He pulled, hopefully bringing the smaller girl with him, trying to pick her up over his head and throw her again, creating distance between them. If it worked she'd be sent sailing into a nearby bush, and hopefully slowing her aggression towards him.

If not, well, he'd still have her foot, and she'd be might off balance, so he'd kick out with his foot, attempting to knock the other foot back, and her onto her ass.

[Sara Quinn]

She kicked out at him, Sparta style, and he caught her foot. No surprise there~The ass... She squirmed, hopping on her one foot trying to pull away from him. Well... That hadn't been her smartest idea...

"I SAID STOP!"

She froze, his tone and level of voice catching her off guard. And then she was thrown... Again... Into a bush... A very prickly bush...

She had landed on her side, and she rolled onto her back, sticks and twigs digging into her. What the hell!? Why did everyone have to throw her?! She took a breath and sat up, pushing herself onto her knees and clawed her way out of the bush. She made it out and stepped to her feet, her gaze falling to him.

"Why the hell won't you fight back?!" She stomped her foot like a pouty child.

[THE Justin]

"Why the Hell won't you fight back?"

"Because I don't want to! I want to say I'm sorry! I want to make it up to you, I shouldn't've hurt you the way I did!"

He pleaded. He took a step closer, hands up to show that he wasn't ready to fight again. He had hurt her again, and his face was a wreck. He showed emotions that many would deem to be the saddest of them all, regret mixed with fear, mixed with pain.

He didn't want to hurt her again. To be honest, he felt that he liked her, and that he wanted to be her friend, and amongst others, apologize for the stupidity and whatever else he had put her through.

He felt sorry.