I <3 Backpacks [James]

[Sara Quinn]

Sara stood in the empty halls, eying her locker with disdain. This damn thing had given her so much trouble since she had gotten here. She looked at the dented metal. There were still some flecks of blood on it. You would think the locker knew better by now. She shuddered, remembering that day. Wow, what a day it had been. She pushed those thoughts from her mind, reaching out tentatively. Her finger moved quickly over the dial of her lock, spinning the dial to the side. She took a deep breath and pulled. AND HOLY~MY GOODNESS~LOOK AT THAT~IT OPENED!

Sara let out a small laugh, thick with frustration. Of course it did. This wasn't good. If her locker opened this easily, it HAD to mean something else was going to go wrong today. Something... bad. That was the way her life worked. For every good that happened, a bad thing was not far behind. She sighed, pulling open the locker. She couldn't imagine what would go wrong. She fiddled things around in her locker, and then pulled her bag halfway out, pulling down a book and slipping it in her bag. When she was finished, she pulled the bag out the rest of the way.

RIP

Sara's eyes closed. She didn't even bother to look at what had happened. She knew damn well. Her bag had ripped. Again. Sara had the worst luck with bags. It was ridiculous. She had gone through sooo many since she had moved to the States. She took another deep breath, her gaze dropping to the ground. Her books and papers pooled at her feet. She felt angry. Very angry. This sucked. Her life sucked. ~Insert emo self-pity here~

Sara pulled on the bag. It was hooked on the locker. Dammit... She pulled, the fabric ripping further. She gave up, dropping the bag, letting it hang from the piece of metal it was caught on. She took a step back and bent over. As she shuffled papers, her hand moved up behind her, tugging the bottom of her tank top down a little further. Why had she chosen to wear tight jeans today? Oh yeah~'Cuz they looked great on her. She was worried her underwear were showing, but they would show less bent over like this, then crouched on the ground. It was ok though, the halls had been empty last she checked~

[James Everwood]

James had been walking through the empty hallways, glad that he didn't have to worry about other people being around. For some reason it made things seem a little easier for him. This way he didn't have to worry about other people bumping into him or vice versa. In fact, he was so relaxed and calm that he decided he didn't have to keep his eye open at all. He could just relax, turn this last corner and place his hands behind his head, interlace the fingers and stretch back a bit. Of course, he didn't notice the girl who was bent over in front of him, he was coming up on her rear, and that was probably the perfect way to describe it.

Now James, being the lucky completely level headed always cautious man that he was, that is to say he was a complete fool and extremely clumsy, walked right into this girl. Doing so he would accidentally bump into her hind quarters with his crotch region. This caused him to fall a little forward, and his left foot stepped out to keep from falling completely. His hands came out from behind his head, shooting under her arms and grabbing onto the girl for balance, that is... grabbing onto certain things on the girls chest re-actively, his chest would be against her back, his left foot forward keeping him from falling forward, his right foot planted behind where she stood.

Oh my God........

"Uhh..... Hi."

[Sara Quinn]

Sara was bent over, her hands working to collect the books and papers in a neat pile. At least her stuff wasn't all over the place. This had been FAR worse before, with her stuff scattered all over the halls instead of just at her feet. She was just so pissed. How could this have happened?! Why did it always have to be her?! She found her pencil case and picked it up with her right hand, lifting it, her body still bent, and putting it into her locker, her left hand still holding the small pile of papers. It was then that many thing happened all at once. None of which were good. All of which served to piss Sara off more.

Sara felt something press against her ass, and then something sprawled on her back, hands reaching under her arms and groping her breasts, cupping and squeezing. She paused, her eyes opened wide, head facing downwards. She saw a foot. A male foot. Oh god. She was being raped wasn't she?! Oh hell no. No one raped her.

"Uhh..... Hi."

Sara let out a growl of disgust, her hands reaching up and grabbing a hold of the wrists of the guy who held her. She wrenched his hands off her breasts, and held onto them tightly, holding them at that height. She dropped her ass to the floor, pulling her legs from under herself so that they would be in front of her. Then she let herself fall back, her back hitting his legs. She pushed against them, turning her body so she could fall back slightly further. Then she pulled his arms downwards and threw her two legs up, her feet coming together to meet his face. People like him didn't sit well with Sara, and she was going to make him pay. That was it. Her day was ruined. Good job.

[James Everwood]

She grabbed his wrists and pulled them off of her breasts.

Oh thank God.... I didn't have the strength or will power to do that myself!

And then she did some stuff that he wasn't sure what was going to happen. Honestly he expected a scream and a smack, instead what he got was a girl rolling around holding onto his wrists, so he just observed it, that is, until she pulled him down and kicked him in the face really hard. His nose broke under one of her feet, the other one hitting him hard on the cheek. The sudden blow to the head dazed him, and the downward pull made him collapse onto his knees, both of which landed on either side of her shoulders, and he collapsed down sitting on her face in a very bad way.

AHHHHHH! THIS ISN'T GOOD!

And what's worse? When he fell down he pushed his hands down towards the ground, only there wasn't ground where he had them hovering. Once again he would have his hands in a very very questionable spot as the came down towards her breasts.

DEAR SWEET LORD WHAT AM I DOING?!?!?!?

"UHHHHH!!!!!!" He said, but had nothing to say, he was completely frozen in shear terror.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara felt her feet connect with his face. It was faint, but she thought she might have heard something break. She hoped so, goddamn rapist, running around a high school, assaulting poor defenseless school girls like herself-UGH...OMG

The guy dropped onto his knees. Her back slipped between his legs, her body hitting the floor. He dropped on top of her, sitting on her face. Oh god. She froze completely. She didn't breath, didn't speak, didn't move. She stayed completely still, eyes squeezed closed as she tried to decide what to do. And then she felt pressure on her chest. Specifically... On her breasts.

"UHHHHH!!!!!!"

Sara... couldn't think straight. This was... the most awkward thing she had ever done. He was... sitting... on her face. His... junk... was technically on her face. OH HELL NO. She reacted instinctively, her arms coming up and fisting in the fabric of his shirt at his sides, her elbows coming together, her forearms pressing against his torso for better grip. She would try to roll them both to the right side. If this worked, she would pull her head from between his legs before he could use that against her, and she would be laying on her back, her head near his groin, feet up by his head. She sat up on her elbows, eyes falling to his face. She wanted to have a good look at him for when she called the cops on him. Then she rolled back onto her right arm and threw her left knee towards his chest. She hoped he would start to fight back soon, she didn't want to kill him before she made sure he had suffered enough.

[James Everwood]

After her little maneuver he just kept away from her, frozen in fear of the horrible accident gone wrong. He wasn't even sure who she was or if she was even a high school from her height, although from his two copped feels he knew she had developed a bit, which meant she was probably a student here. Although, it still looked incredibly horribly wrong. As if he was some kind of monster or something, when in truth he wasn't. He was an honestly wholesome nice young man with an eye patch who would never assault a woman. Nor would he hit one unless he absolutely had to.

Thats why he didn't do anything after the knee to the chest. Instead he spent most of his time coughing, his right hand shot out at her gut, in an attempt to push her, though it shot out a little fast and should it hit her it would probably be more like a hit then a shove. Though all he was trying to do was push her off of him before anything else awkward happened.

He was going to explain it was an accident, but he was winded after the knee to the chest, "It was.... an accident..." He would attempt to say, though if his little palm maneuver worked, she might have taken this as a retaliation of sorts.

WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME!??!?!?!?!!?!?

[Sara Quinn]

Her knee connected with his chest and he coughed out. HA. Good. She hoped that hurt. A lot. She wasn't nearly done with him either. She could easily keep this up all day, and night, before she tired of beating the crap out him. But it was almost as if something was wrong. He wasn't fighting back. Maybe her attacks were to complex for him. Maybe he had tried to rape her because he was high on something and his mind couldn't keep up with her amazing attacks... ~A little high and mighty there Sara?~ It barely occurred to her that maybe he hadn't been out to rape her. If he wasn't, then there was no point in fighting any more. So she brushed that thought from her mind, because the fact remained, he had gotten a good feel of what she had to offer, and now he needed to be punished... possibly killed. But he wasn't fighting back. And that was a problem.

Before she could think of how to punish him next, his hand shot out into her stomach. It wasn't extremely hard, barely hurting her. But she humored him a little, and her hands clutched her stomach where he had hit her. This was both an instinctive reaction that she didn't fight, and a way of trying to get him to fight her.

"It was.... an accident..."

She was going to ignore his comment, but then she decided against it. She was determined that they fight to the bitter end now. "I don't care, if you don't fight back, I swear to god, I'll end up killing you. And worse yet, I'll scream rape. Don't push me. Fight back." She added the slight sound of pain to her voice, as though he had actually really hurt her and stood a chance fighting her. She thought briefly about what this fight reminded her off. Oh yes. Edan. From 259, walking in on her half naked in the changing room, and then slipping and grabbing her... O____O Oh shit... It really might have been an accident... But oh well~What had she done to poor Edan? Knocked him out and then left him for the girls to find the next morning~How kind of her~

[James Everwood]

"I don't care, if you don't fight back, I swear to god, I'll end up killing you. And worse yet, I'll scream rape. Don't push me. Fight back."

James got up and took a short jump back, he was shocked at the suggestion, but if she screamed rape, he didn't exactly have the good guy image with the eye patch. But he also didn't want to hit a girl, it was something he didn't think he could bring himself to do. And if he ever did, something told him he would pull punches or something. So he finally just said quietly, "Fine....."

He charged, he threw a right punch towards her gut, the palm of his hand facing upward with his hand curled into a fist, he put hardly any strength at all into it, mostly it was just an effort to make it look like he was being serious, when in truth he would just let her beat him up and be done with it. After all, from seeing how she took his last hit, he didn't want to see her in pain. Not to mention if somebody walked in to see him beating the crap out of a girl, his reputation would be a bad one, that he beat up small and helpless girls! Which was completely the opposite of who he was.

He wasn't one bit like that bastard.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara pushed herself to her feet as he got up and jumped back. She moved slowly and deliberately, as thought she was hurting. She gained her feet and turned her body to face him completely. He seemed to consider what she had said to him and then:

"Fine....."

She couldn't help but let a small smile touch her lips. Good. Finally they were getting somewhere. She watched him charge her. She was slightly surprised, he was faster then she thought he would be, but it still made no difference. His hand moved in front of him for a classic punch to the gut. She let him come, not moving. His fist connected with her. She tightened her abdominal muscles, her upper body moving forward to move with the force of his punch. But it seemed there had been no need for either of those actions.

She let her body stay there, slumped over slightly, his hand in her gut for a few seconds as she thought. That had been... pathetic. This fight was pathetic. There was no point in continuing this. She raised her head, looking up at him, her face a mask of frustration. Was he kidding her? Was he really that weak? Or was he just absolutely not willing to fight her? The threat of exposing him for rape would have made a REAL rapist try to kill her or something. Yet he didn't. He barely fought back.

She stood up straight, not even wincing from his attack, and took a step away from him. Ya. This fight was done. She had already broken his nose, and kicked him in the face. As long as he kept his hands off her, he would live. This kid was... harmless. She dropped down on the floor, leaning her back against the locker, her eyes on him constantly. "Pathetic. Really. How's your nose?"

[James Everwood]

"Pathetic. Really. How's your nose?"

James was confused as to why she stopped. It seemed like the punch did nothing, but that push earlier seemed to do a lot more damage. He was incredibly confused with why that was. But who knows, maybe she was tougher then she made herself look. Either way he was glad the fighting was over, "It's seen better days, but... then again it's seen a lot worse days. I'm just glad I can still breathe through it."

He reached up to touch it and felt the sting, it had been busted pretty bad like this before, but never in such a creative way, "It really was an accident, I had my eye shut and I didn't know anybody was here so I sorta wasn't paying any attention... and then bad things happened... and then pain and confusion followed by more bad things.... I would never try to harm or inappropriately touch a girl like that. But in light of recent discoveries may I just say 'Bravo' and speak nothing more of what happened."

He hoped the compliment wasn't too much, but he was nervous and that's what he decided to say, "By the way, I'm James."

Yeah I'm sure she'll want to know your name when she's filling out the restraining order.

[Sara Quinn]

"It's seen better days, but... then again it's seen a lot worse days. I'm just glad I can still breathe through it."

Sara looked up at him, getting a better look at his face. She let out a little laugh. She was glad he was one of those people who didn't hold grudges. She didn't like to hold them. If she had seen him around after she had kicked the shit out of him, she would probably have had no problem with him. For her, a fight one day, didn't mean a fight another day.

She listened to him ramble on about what had happened. She really didn't care. It was over, she would have won. That was what mattered. She wasn't going to dwell on it though, because he didn't want to fight back. And she respected that. She tuned him out, until his last comment. That got a laugh from her. A real one.

"By the way, I'm James."

She looked up at him, still chuckling, a smile on her face. "Hi James. I'm Sara." Well wasn't she just the politest little thing?~ Maybe she was bi-polar or something... Oh well. "So. Should you get that looked at or something?"

[James Everwood]

"Maybe," He said, remembering her name. He just didn't want to make her feel bad about hitting him on the nose so he didn't focus on it, "Although I have no idea where the school nurse in this place is.... and I've been here for awhile. I guess I just try to avoid violence..."

It was true. He avoided violence almost as much as he did wearing short sleeve shirts or taking a shirt off altogether. Sometimes if he was alone he would let it slide since he didn't have that many scars on his forearms, wearing a short sleeved t-shirt by itself, but times like now he wore long sleeve shirt over it all, "You pack one hell of a kick though, if I were you I wouldn't worry too much about a guy attacking you. A kick to the groin from you would stop that family tree from branching out any further."

"So," He said getting back on the topic at hand, "Before this nose steals thunder away from the eye patch what do you say we go find the nurse? After all, a face like this can only have so many defining qualities before I become too unique."

[Sara Quinn]

She laughed again at him. He was starting to grow on her. He seemed like a sweet kid. A little weak, but that would change after a while. And she liked that he complimented her. Maybe she shouldn't have been so hard on him. She had gotten pretty rough. In some ways, it made her a hypocrite. Had she not freaked out at David Blaze about listening to people before attacking them? But she didn't want to think like that~ Common, ruin her good feelings after a good fight? No way.

Sara pushed herself into a standing position, using the lockers behind her as support. She looked around. Oh wait... She didn't know where it was. The one time she had been there, she had been unconscious and someone had carried her. Other then that, she had only been here a week or so...

She turned to look at him, blushing a little. "Uhh... I have no idea where it is... I'm one of the transfers, and I've only been here like a week..." She turned away. She knew the students of this school didn't approve of the new transfers, although she had yet to come across one of the violent ones. She had seen them though. Normally, they got their asses kicked. But the fact remained, she was a transfer. And as such, she had no clue where the nurses office was. SHe didn't mind helping him find it though~

[James Everwood]

"Uhh... I have no idea where it is... I'm one of the transfers, and I've only been here like a week..." She said, and he clapped his hands together in front of his mouth nodding. It explained how she was so strong and fast.

"That explains the super kick," He said. He then quickly tried to explain himself so it didn't sound rude or mean, "I mean, there really aren't that many strong people here but from what I've seen most of you transfer kids are like, stronger then the average bear. And color me wimpy but the fighting in this school has increased plenty since you guys arrived. Not that I'm complaining of course, a lot of you transfers are extremely cute girls too,"

Yeah I'm sure that comments going to fly with her. Especially when a few moments ago she had you pegged as a rapist.

"But the truth is I've never really been in that many fights... at all... ever... at school," He said. He said that in a slick way. A majority of people wouldn't catch on that he was mentally emphasizing the last part of that sentence. And he hoped it stayed that way. Because no force on earth would get him to tell his life story to someone who thought he was a rapist, "So then, school nurse, let's try this way?"

He pointed down the hall and started walking, hoping she would be able to keep up. She should be able to anyway, she seemed fast enough when she was kicking his face in.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara expected him to be angry, to try to fight her, something, because she was a transfer. She heard his hands clap together and she spun back around to face him, on guard for an attack. ~A little jumpy eh?~ She eyed him suspiciously, hands clapped together in front of his mouth, his expression more understanding then angry. She listened to him speak, explaining to her that he wasn't completely against the transfers. Well that was good... Yet she still didn't relax her stance. She did, however, smile at his last comment. This guy... was... interesting. He had practically just raped her and all by accident, and then he had the nerve to talk some more about girls.

"But the truth is I've never really been in that many fights... at all... ever... at school...So then, school nurse, let's try this way?"

He had never fought? Now this comment made her drop her defenses. This intrigued her. Now of course he could be lying, but she doubted it. He didn't seem like he really knew what he was doing. She watched his back as he began to walk down the hall. She looked down at her stuff on the floor and dropped to her knees, grabbing it all and stuffing it into her locker. She slammed the door shut and started after him. She had to jog to catch up, but that was fine. She pulled up next to him, matching his stride. Her expression turned thoughtful. There seemed like there had been a hidden meaning to his words. Something along the lines of 'lets keep it that way'. Well she could understand that. But that didn't mean she wouldn't try to change that... She smiled up at him, evil plans forming in her mind.

"Sorry I hit you so hard."