Cheater [Travis]

[Sara Quinn]

Sara stumbled down the halls, the same scenario running through her head over and over again like it was on a loop. "Travis and me are dating... He's mine... You should just give on him, he told me he loves me..." A cute blond girl. A cute, TALL, blond girl, standing in front of her, looking down at her. Laughing. Telling her that her boyfriend had cheated on her. Was in love with another girl...

Sara stopped, leaning against the wall. What the hell was she supposed to do? She didn't know if it was true... She had her sneaking suspicions that it wasn't, but still. There had to be some reason that the girl would think like that. Even if Travis wasn't dating her, or in love with her, he must have done something to lead the girl on. So should Sara break up with him? Leave him and his new fluffy blond bimbo alone? OH NO. She wasn't letting him off that easy. Travis was hers. She wasn't going to break up with him. Unless of course he had... But she would find that out. Oh yes. She would find out everything... So no, she wasn't going to break up with him. But she was going to beat his ass so bad he wouldn't be able to leave the house for the next year~ Lets see him cheat on her then!

She pushed herself off the wall and stumbled down another hallway. She would go to his class, ask to talk to him. There was no way she was going to wait until lunch to deal with this. She turned down another hallway, stumbling along to a door. She checked the number. Mhm, this is it...

She didn't even bother knocking, just threw open the door and walked in. She stood in front of the class, ignoring the teach as he asked her what she wanted. Her eyes scanned the students, finally falling on her boyfriend. And the moment her eyes met his, she felt the anger flare up inside her. She was going to punish him.

Sara walked forward, weaving between the desks. She was still pretty far from him, her mind focused only on him, ignoring everything the other students and teacher were saying. She had eyes only for him right now <3

"Travis... Hi hunny... I'm going to beat your ass~... Guess who I met today? The blond little bimbo you've been seeing behind my BACK." She grabbed a chair that a student had stood up from and pulled it above her head. She stopped, turning her body to the right, and threw the chair across the room at him. Ok, maybe a little more thick then she wanted, but hell... It worked.

[Travis]

Travis had just been staring at his desk, listening that teacher of his drone on and on about some useless subject. It was then that he'd hear the door swing open, and hear the teacher talk to the student who walked in. Travis' attention was pulled from that desk just as Sara's eyes met his. He could tell right off that she was angry about something. But to come and interrupt his class? It could have waited, right? He would watch her navigate the room toward him, and then she spoke out.

Travis... Hi hunny... I'm going to beat your ass~... Guess who I met today? The blond little bimbo you've been seeing behind my BACK.

"Wait. Hold up.. Pause. What the hell are you talking about?"

He barely even had time to finish what he was saying before his girlfriend picked up a chair and whipped it towards him. Out of instinct, and the want to NOT have his face knocked off by a chair. He would sweep his right arm around and his fingers would form a fist before they slammed against the chair and shattered it into bits and pieces. He'd quickly slide up from his own chair, and lift his hands up in front of him.

"You're actually accusing me of CHEATING on you?!"

Travis was definitely a little anger now. He had been in a good mood, and he had actually been looking forward to eating lunch with Sara. It was really stupid to think that Travis would cheat on her, especially after how angry he had gotten with her over that Katsuri incident. He was not a cheater, never had been and never would be. But Sara was clearly convinced that he was sleeping around.

[Sara Quinn]

"Wait. Hold up.. Pause. What the hell are you talking about?"

Sara briefly heard him talk to her just before she threw the chair, but she ignored it, feeling no remorse for not listening to her boyfriends excuse. She didn't really want to hear it. There would be time for talking things out later. She didn't care if he got angry at her or not, it didn't really matter because if he became angry enough to hate her and leave her, he would need to talk to her again to get his stuff back.

So she plowed on with her revenge, throwing the chair across the room at him. She watched as he threw his right arm out, slamming his fist against the chair, smashing it apart. Well... That hadn't gone as planned. She seemed to have forgotten how strong he was... No matter. She would just work around that.

"You're actually accusing me of CHEATING on you?!"

She stood there, in front of him, cocking her hip to the side, glaring at him. "Are you going to try to tell me you didn't? You ass, there has to be some reason that girl thinks she owns you." She took a few steps towards him, setting herself up for the attack. "Well let me tell you something Travis... You're mine." She ran at him, closing the distance quickly. She placed both hands flat on his desk, planting her right foot on the ground, bending her leg and used it push herself off the ground. She vaulted over the desk, her two feet coming together, aiming for his chest. She wasn't playing here. She was really going to fight him, and he better fight back.

[Travis]

Are you going to try to tell me you didn't? You ass, there has to be some reason that girl thinks she owns you. Well let me tell you something Travis... You're mine.

Travis didn't really have time to say anything. She obviously wanted to take her rage out on him. He wasn't sure if this was some kind of trick, like she had used that time they were at the lake to get him to fight her. Even if it was, it wasn't even worth trying to convince her otherwise. Sara was obviously set with trying to beat him up, and if that is really what she wanted to do, Travis would simply have to deal with her. They could talk later, but he was going to be really angry if this ended up breaking them apart. Especially after what had happened between her and Katsuri. He gave her another chance, and this is how she was going to repay him?

Sara vaulted over his desk, and launched her feet toward him. Those feet would connected with his chest, but all that would really come from it was a grunt and his position would be changed slightly as he slid back a few inches. But she had made a mistake, that was for sure. Travis was the kind of fighter that always made sure he took advantage of anyone he fought when they made a mistake. And since his hands were already lifted, they would be in the perfect position. He'd aim to grasp her legs, and then give a sudden jerk upwards. This would cause him to lift her legs up vertically, and cause her upper body to drop slightly. He'd then force her downward and slam her against the tiled classroom floor.

Travis was sure that would hurt, but he hadn't put all the force into it that he could. Whether he was angry or not, he wasn't going to go all out and hurt her. But he would teach her a lesson if he had to. And since she'd be on the ground, and he'd be holding her legs in the air, he'd simple release his right hand's grip, and bend slightly, sending his fist down to slam into the floor next to her head. Now that had been full force, and the tile would crack and splinter right next to her face.

"I don't want to hurt you, Sara!"

[Sara Quinn]

She launched herself over the desk, her feet planting on his chest. She had expected him to be pushed back a step at least, but instead, he only moved back a few inches. She felt her body stop moving, the momentum of her kick making her body unstable when he barely budged. Her body began to drop when he grabbed her legs and pulled them upwards. Again, the sudden change in direction threw her off. Her hands left the desk as her upper body fell downwards. She twisted her body away from the desk, her shoulder smacking off the corner.

Shit... Hadn't he tried something like this before?... It didn't matter, the fact was, she could guess what was coming. Her left arm reached out between his legs, wrapping around his leg, her upper body straining to pull herself up so she wouldn't hit her bed, and when he slammed her downwards, she would have some sort of leverage to make it less damaging. And sure enough, she felt him push her down, forcing her body downwards. She felt her lower back hit the ground, a spasm of pain shooting through her back. She let go of his leg and lay there, looking up at him.

She flinched when he let go of her leg, slamming his right fist down next to her face. She heard the tiles cracking next to her. Shit... He was strong... But she wasn't scared. She was angry. And her anger made her cocky.

"I don't want to hurt you, Sara!"

She looked up at him, anger flashing through her eyes. "I don't fucking care, 'cuz I'm going to kill you!" She reached up with her two hands, her right hand aiming to fist in his hair, the left going to fist in his shirt on his shoulder. If she got a good hold of him, she would bring her feet up, pushing them against his chest, and pull forward on his hair and shoulder. She would then push up with her legs, flipping him over her.

If everything went well, he would land on his back behind her, and she would immediately let go of him, putting her hands on the ground next to her head, throwing her legs up from momentum and somersault backwards. It would be perfect distance to land on his chest. She would need to be quick though for this to work, and if she could get it just right, it would be a quick attack, ending with her on his chest, looking down at him.

[Travis]

I don't fucking care, 'cuz I'm going to kill you!

"Gah.. You women drive me crazy sometimes!"

Sara's hands would shoot up, one grasping a chunk of his hair, the other his shirt. He'd feel her feet press against his chest and soon enough his body would flip over her's, and he'd land upon his back with a ground. Before the landing though, he would have tucked his chin and readied himself for the landing, thus he would save most of the air in his lungs. He planned to react instantly, his hands dropping against the ground, while his legs would bend up toward his chest as if he was about to pull off one of those karate kick-ups to land on his feet. But those icy blues would catch sight of his girlfriend's own feet coming down toward him.

He'd grunt a little bit more, and bunch his legs up even more so that he bottoms of his feet would facing upward. What would happen, is that Sara's feet would end up landing upon the soles of Travis' boots. Now it would be an awkward position for him, but he had the strength to stop his girlfriend's rather small frame from forcing his legs down. Thus, she'd basically be balancing on his own feet. Without another sound, or much time to waste, Travis would push his hands against the ground and kick his whole lower-body upwards. It would have enough strength behind it to launch Sara up into the air, possibly even sending her head into the roof.

Travis would practically be in a full-blown handstand now, but he'd quickly fold those legs and drop his lower half down, landing in a crouch. He'd immediately jump backwards, accidentally plowing through some other student's desk as he cleared himself from her landing zone. He didn't want to have it out with her right now. He didn't like seriously hitting Sara. He could have continued with an attack after he launched her into the roof, but he wasn't trying to kill her or anything like that.

"Are we done yet?!"

[Sara Quinn]

Everything went beautifully. It was perfect. He was thrown behind her, and she heard him hit the ground. Sara threw her legs upwards, flipping herself backwards. It was perfect. Her feet came together to slam down on his stomach, but she was stopped short by something. Her feet connected with him, her body continuing to move, until she was crouched upright. She looked down, balancing on her feet. Shit... She was up in the air. Balancing on his feet. Her hands went out to the sides as she tried to keep her balance. Dammit... Now this, wasn't what she had planned on happening.

She felt him move under her, watched his hands move to the ground, and his body pushed upwards. She was thrown upwards, towards the ceiling. Dammit! She grunted, but tried to help herself, pushing against his feet and launching herself higher, keeping her body straight. It was one of those ceilings with the metal bars and the soft foamy ceiling squares. Her hands reached out, pushing through the foamy slats, and grabbing the metal bars. She hung from the ceiling, her feet dangling. She drew her legs up, wrapping them around the bar that her hands were on, in an attempt to protect herself from him possibly grabbing her. That had sucked. That wasn't what she had planned. Damn him. She dropped her head back, looking down at him just in time to see him pull out of a handstand, knocking into some of the desks behind him.

"Are we done yet?!"

She smiled down at him. "No. We're not. You make me sick, who the hell do you think you are that you can sneak around behind my back?!" Oh, what a sight this must be. Sara hanging from the ceiling like a little monkey, screaming down at her boyfriend~ "We're not in this place for a month and you're already trying to get into other girls pants? Start thinking with your brain instead of your dick, you two-timing ass!"

[Travis]

No. We're not. You make me sick, who the hell do you think you are that you can sneak around behind my back?! We're not in this place for a month and you're already trying to get into other girls pants? Start thinking with your brain instead of your dick, you two-timing ass!

"What the HELL are you talking about?! I haven't even got into YOUR pants yet!"

Travis would glare up toward his girlfriend who was now hanging there from the roof. She was definitely pissing him off. He was innocent here, and he was getting shit for doing something he had never done. It almost made him wish he HAD done something like that. After all, he would have at least gotten something out of all of this.

She was just going to hang there it seemed, which was too bad. He really didn't want to keep going with this, he was afraid he'd end up going too far. His right leg would shift and he'd hook the leg of one of the desks. His body would shift, and Travis would use that hook he had on the leg of his desk to whip the desk upward and send it flying toward his monkey-playing girlfriend.

"You're the one that was getting all touchy-feely with Katsuri AND Matrim! Don't fuckin' call me a cheater!"

The desk was only a distraction though. He wanted his girlfriend to drop down, and that was where his real attack would take place. As long as he dropped, she'd have no footing to really protect herself against his assault. Travis would launch himself forward Sara if she let go, and he'd kick off the ground before she even touched down, and he'd send his left shoulder forward so that he could slam it against her body and knock her across the room. If words weren't going to stop her, he'd just have to man-handle her.

[Sara Quinn]

"What the HELL are you talking about?! I haven't even got into YOUR pants yet!"

She glared down at him. Ya, like that was going to make it better. just because he hadn't gotten into hers didn't mean he wouldn't try to get into someone else's. Maybe... That was the problem?... Maybe she wasn't... 'servicing' him enough?... Maybe he felt the need to get it from somewhere else because he wasn't getting it from her? She lost herself in her thoughts at this point, hanging comfortably from the ceiling. She felt like a little kid again hanging there. In some part of her mind she registered him moving. She pulled herself back into reality just in time to see him hook a desk with his leg and flick it at her. Shit...

"You're the one that was getting all touchy-feely with Katsuri AND Matrim! Don't fuckin' call me a cheater!"

Wait, he wasn't allowed to bring that up! Didn't he know the rules of couple fighting?! Anything that was said or done more then two weeks prior, was inadmissible in the fight! Who the hell did he think he was?! She let her arms drop from the ceiling, hanging by her legs. She swung her body back grabbing the bar again with her hands, dislodging another set of foamy slats, now facing downwards, her stomach towards the ground. She immediately did this again, this time dropping her legs, and then swinging them up again, her back facing the ground. Once more, and her chest was facing the ground. She dropped her legs again, this time letting her hands drop and landing on a desk. She landed on it, crouching, facing him.

"I didn't know that not getting to my pants was an issue for you! Keep this shit up, and you'll NEVER get into them! What right do you have to bring up Katsuri and Matrim right now, when I just found out from that bitch that you're in love with her?! How am I supposed to feel?!" If he made no move to attack her, she would hop lightly off the desk, landing on the floor and run at him, dropping when she was close to him for her 'usual' trip, sweeping her right leg out to trip him. But instead of the trip, she would plant her right foot, just short of him, and throw her upper body back up, fist pulled back and then thrust forward to slam into his abdomen.

[Travis]

I didn't know that not getting to my pants was an issue for you! Keep this shit up, and you'll NEVER get into them! What right do you have to bring up Katsuri and Matrim right now, when I just found out from that bitch that you're in love with her?! How am I supposed to feel?!

"You're twisting my words! I didn't mean it that way.. And I can bring up that restaurant issue any time I want! You were in the wrong there!"

Travis would watch as Sara hung upon the metal poles which held up the ceiling tiles. The desk he kicked toward her would smash against the wall, and the class room they were currently in was pretty much empty now, apart from the few students off in the corner, watching all wide-eyed. This was getting pretty heated right now, and Travis regretted even going further with this. But he didn't have time to yell at her and tell her to cut her shit, because she dropped down and then jumped from that desk and started running toward him again.

He would watch as she approached him again, but he had no intentions of moving this time. Sara would drop down, and Travis expected her to kick. But instead she planted her foot and pulled her body back. Travis would use that moment to shift forward slightly, his right foot would shift and he'd aim to place that foot upon Sara's own foot. He'd aim to keep her pinned, and as her punch came in, Travis' own left arm would snap out in a sweeping motion. His hand was wide open, and he aimed to full-on slap the shit out of his girlfriend.

Her fist would impact with Travis' stomach, but he would have tightened his midsection just before impact. He'd grunt from it, and he'd lose a little wind, but he expected to feel his palm slam against the side of Sara's face. If it landed, since she was already in motion and set to her attack, he was sure she's be knocked off to his left, through a few of the desks that still managed to stay intact, and slide across the tiled floor.

"Cut the shit, Sara! I didn't cheat on you! I'm not that kind of guy! I have no reason to lie to you!"

[Sara Quinn]

"You're twisting my words! I didn't mean it that way.. And I can bring up that restaurant issue any time I want! You were in the wrong there!"

"Shut up! I don't care!" Sara threw her fist towards him, putting everything she had into it. She hoped she had caught him off guard with her switch from trip to punch. He hadn't even moved, so he must have been expecting her attack. But she had changed it!~ Yes, she was getting better at that! She felt a sense of pride and triumph bubble up in her. Now at this point, she should known immediately that things would go wrong, because they always did at this point.

She flinched as she felt him come down on her foot, holding her in place. She ignored it, plowing on with her own attack, her fist connecting with his abdomen. She heard him grunt, but knew right away that her attack had done nothing to him. And then his open palm slapped against her face with enough force to throw her across the room. Her head snapped to the side, her body moving with it, landing on her side and sliding into a few desks before she stopped.

"Cut the shit, Sara! I didn't cheat on you! I'm not that kind of guy! I have no reason to lie to you!"

She lay there, head ringing, vision swimming. What the hell was that?! Had he... slapped her?! Her hand reached up to softly touch her face, feeling red and raw skin where he had slapped her. It stung to the touch. She felt the anger rise in her again. He wasn't allowed to do that! Guys didn't slap... Girls slapped... Guys punched... What the hell?!

She pushed herself onto her knees, her eyes searching for him. her eyes fell to him. "Then who was she? " Sara pushed herself to her feet, her hand on her face again. That stung. She angeled her body away from him, her eyes searching the class room for a weapon. She grabbed a chair as she stumbled her way towards him, and threw it. Not necessarily at him, just in his general direction with the slight hope it might hit him. She couldn't believe he had the nerve to smack her. "I'm going... to kill you Travis..."

[Travis]

Travis watched her body thrown away after his palm connects, and he immediately closed his eyes. He felt horrible for doing it. He hated that she was insisting on fighting him right now, over something that was a complete lie. In truth, he really liked her. He could never cheat on her, or any girl for that matter. Travis wasn't unfaithful, never had been and never would be. Someone was starting rumors, for whatever reason. And if Travis ever found out who it was, he'd beat them senseless.

Then who was she?

"I don't know! I have no idea who you're talking about! Shit, I haven't even made any attempts to talk to other females!"

And then it came again, she picked up another chair and threw it at him. This time though, instead of smashing it to pieces, he'd lift those hands of his and catch the flying chair. His fingers would squeeze around the metal for a moment, before he'd swing the chair behind him and place it down upon the ground. He'd plop his ass down in that chair, and just stare toward his girlfriend as he pondered what to say. He needed to think of something that would calm her down, but nothing was coming to mind.

I'm going... to kill you Travis...

"I don't want to fight you Sara.. Just.. Come hit me and get all your anger out or something.."

[Sara Quinn]

Sara didn't want to believe that he didn't know who she was. If he didn't know then... She had started a fight with him over nothing... She had been bitch slapped for nothing... And that sucked. She threw the chair at him watching him catch it and gracefully set it down behind him. She had to admit, she loved that about him. As he dropped down into it, she felt a sense of pride. He was hers. Sara wasn't going to let some blond bimbo take him from her. She watched him sitting there, emotions swirling inside her. He was so... good looking, so strong and capable. And she was so pissed. He always seemed like he knew what he was doing. She knew she had no chance of beating him, and in some ways, that... made her happy. Made her feel safe. But goddamn, she wished she could beat the snot out of him. He was hers. She was completely sane in that thought, and meant it in the least stalker-ish way possible. She wasn't going to just let him go to some stupid child.

"I don't want to fight you Sara.. Just.. Come hit me and get all your anger out or something.."

She stopped, staring at him, searching his face. He seemed to mean that. "Well... If you're offering." She walked right up to him, and stood in front of him, glaring down at him. Her eyes full of anger and embarrassment. If he had been cheating on her behind her back... She was sickened by that thought. She didn't want to believe it, and yet, at the same time, didn't want to believe that the girl had just been trying to start shit between her and Travis, and she had fallen for it.

Sara drew her arm back, her palm open. If he didn't stop her, she would return the favor to him. She slapped him across the face, closing her eyes as her as her hand connected. She would drop her hand... It wouldn't feel as good as she had hoped it would. In fact, she would feel like shit after that. She would stand there, in front of him, her eyes closed, not wanting to look at him. "If I EVER... hear anything like that again... I'll murder you. No second thoughts Travis. I don't know what happened, but... I don't want to hear something like again..."

[Travis]

Well... If you're offering.

Travis would nod, his face hardened slightly. He meant it of course. She needed to vent, to get her anger out some way. And if they kept going on much longer, he was sure he'd end up hurting her. And that wasn't something that he wanted to do. He already felt horrible for slapping her the way he had. It was kinda an odd relationship that they had. They could get so physical, yet they still stayed together.

After that slap though, he promised himself he'd never hit her like that again. Travis would watch as Sara approached him, and he wondered exactly what she had planned. Whatever it was, he'd take it. He deserved it for hitting her like that. Sara would stop in front of him, and then she'd raise her hand and slap him. He wouldn't fight the force, and his head would snap to the side. His jaw would tighten as he felt the sting.

If I EVER... hear anything like that again... I'll murder you. No second thoughts Travis. I don't know what happened, but... I don't want to hear something like again...

"You.. would rather believe some stranger over me? I haven't lied to you once since we've been together.."

Travis would lift himself to his feet, and those blue eyes of his would stick upon his girlfriend. She didn't seem to be any better after the slap. But at least this little incident was probably done and over with, right? The sting from the slap remained, and he was pretty sure he's have a red mark in the shape of Sara's hand for a little while longer. He would take a step toward her, and his right hand would lift to her chin, bringing it up a bit so that he could plant a kiss on her lips. After which, he'd turn around and start making his way toward the door leading from the classroom. His pace was slow though, just in case she had anything else she wanted to say.

"You can't believe everything everyone says, Sara. Some people just get a kick out of ruining other peoples lives.. I'm gonna give you some time. We can talk about this later.."

[Sara Quinn]

Sara kept her eyes closed, not wanting to look at him. She had heard the sound of the smack, and it hurt her ears. She didn't like that. She hated herself now. Her hand stung from slapping him. She didn't know what to say or do now. All her anger was gone, replaced with sadness and embarrassment.

"You.. would rather believe some stranger over me? I haven't lied to you once since we've been together.."

That didn't help. She felt worse hearing his words. They stung almost as much as his slap had. Why couldn't he just fight her like they used to before they started seeing each other? Where they would just fight until someone was knocked out. Those were fun. It was still fun when they fought now... Just not this fight... This fight sucked. They were both mad. Had it been about anything else, it probably would have been like old times, but not this time...

Sara opened her eyes to look at him as he got to his feet. She had nothing to say to what he said. She tried to think of something, but nothing came to mind. As far as she knew, no, he had never lied to her. Which only served to upset her more. She still refused to look at him, knowing he was right in front of her. She felt his hand take a hold of her chin, and turn her head to face him. She hesitated at first, fighting his pull, but gave in, squeezing her eyes closed. His lips softly met hers, touching her for only a second, and then he turned away, letting go of her chin. She dropped her head down, her chin meeting her chest, sighing. They had such a strange relationship. She looked around the class room. That was a lot of damage. There would probably be hell to pay for this.

"You can't believe everything everyone says, Sara. Some people just get a kick out of ruining other peoples lives.. I'm gonna give you some time. We can talk about this later.."

She didn't know what to do or say. She wanted to try to be angry at him again. That made this easier. But she couldn't. There was no reason to be angry. He hadn't done anything to provoke her. She finally opened her eyes, watching his retreating back. She needed to do something. Anything. She turned her body, debating. This was going to kill her ego and pride, but... This was Travis. What was more important to her? She jogged the short distance to catch up to him, taking his hand. Without looking at him, she pulled him hand, stepping in front of him, pulling him along behind her like she had the first time they had met.

"Common... Let's just go home before they try to fine us for the broken shit..." She hoped that would be enough of an apology, because he wasn't getting anything more from her.