conditioned
when some type of reinforcement results in people altering their behavioral processes such that a response becomes more frequent or predictable
[the karate kid]
daniel larusso x oc
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mickey grady's point of view
Mickey watched as Johnny and his friends headed towards their bikes, still slightly fuming about the events that occurred. Of course he would start a fight. She should've expected it, really. It seemed like his whole personality was fighting people these days, whether or not they were involved. She dragged a hand down her face in frustration.
She felt a tap on her shoulder and whirled around quickly, still in fight mode. Her eyes met with Ali's who had her hands raised in an 'I surrender' stance. Mickey let out a long breath and shut her eyes for a second, mentally exhausted from the whole experience.
"Are you okay, Mick?" Ali asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I mean, it's the exact same bullshit that it always is. I shouldn't really expect anything different," Mickey responded tiredly, appreciating the girl's worry.
"Okay, well I'm going home, it's pretty clear that the party is not going to continue after that. Do you need a ride or anything? I'll happily let you rant to me in the car ride home."
Mickey chuckled a little but shook her head, "As much as I'd love that, I'll have to pass. I'm gonna walk Red Hoodie dude home and help him clean his cuts. It's the least I could since I'm kinda the reason that he got hurt in the first place." Mickey glanced behind her and at the boy who laid in the sand.
"Yeah, I'm sure that's the only reason." Ali teased. Mickey turned to face her again and matched the smirk that was on the other girl's face.
"You're not wrong. He's really cute in a dumb high school boy way," Mickey laughed. She gave her friend a quick hug and a 'see you tomorrow'. Once her friend left, she turned her attention back to the injured boy.
She approached him slowly, not wanting to scare the boy any further. She crouched to get closer to him and extended her hand to him. "You can't lay in the sand forever, you know."
"Just leave me alone," he grunted, not facing her.
"I'm not gonna leave until you at least show me that you're able to walk yourself home." Mickey figured that he was trying to save any sense of pride he had left. Shit, Mickey herself had been in his position many times; she knew exactly how he was feeling.
"Just go. I'm okay," he forced out.
"Ah yes, I can tell that by the way you're writhing on the ground in pain. Look, I meant what I said, I'm not gonna leave until you do."
He didn't respond that time.
"I mean it's fine by me. I don't have a curfew. I can sit here all night." She got out her crouching position and instead sat in front of him so she could look him in the eyes. "I'm not gonna think you're weak if you ask me for help or whatever bullshit you're cooking up in your mind."
