ROUND TWO [Travis]

[Travis]

UNCLE!! FUCKING UNCLE YOU TANK!!!

Travis' leg would retract, and he'd place it carefully down upon the ground. He'd glance toward the girl that was now sprawled out upon the pavement. He'd glance back toward the sedan that had just happened to be the latest automobile victim. Once again those icy blues would glance down upon the girl, and his right hand would extend toward her, to show her that he didn't plan to kick her face in or anything like that.

My name is Kate. What's yours?

"Travis."

If the girl chose to take his hand, he'd help her by pulling her up onto her feet. He wasn't always an asshole. It was usually just when you rubbed him the wrong way. Which she definitely had the first time he had met her. This time wasn't much different, but at least she seemed to try to be civil after he kicked her ass. Those icy blues would slide from the girl, toward the school building ahead of him. He would start walking toward it, calling back toward the female as he moved.

"I'm walking this way, if you still feel like talking."

[Kate]

He offered to help her up, with a hand stretched out toward her. Kate grabbed it, and was pulled up even as he spoke his name. She quickly settled her clothing, wincing here and there as a now sore spot protested to the movement. A sigh escaped her, and she offered him a good natured smile. Did she keep pace with him? Yeah, in fact she had to stride a little further to keep up with his longer legs.

Why were all the guys so tall here?

She was walking with him, but the question was... what to say? What was she supposed to say to this guy who had just kicked her ass like that? She was almost grinning a little, one eyebrow slightly raised. He reminded her of someone, way back in the day. In a couple different ways. They didn't look anything alike, but he had kicked her ass too.

"You remind me of an old friend I use to have. He kicked my ass all the time too."

A slight chuckle under her breath, emerald eyes ahead and not on him.