Two of a Kind (Vance Hopper)

Chapter 2.

    Kitt narrowed her eyes at him for a second, trying to figure out why he had decided to watch her. She hadn't been doing anything interesting, so why the hell was he so focused on her? She huffed, rolling her eyes as she continued to walk away from the blonde bastard. He would either get over it or grow some balls and come talk to her, it was that simple and she didn't have the time nor the energy to deal with more than she had to. She continued on her way, trying to ignore the feeling she was still being watched. At least, until she heard the thud of leather boots hitting the concrete behind her.

     She spun around, eyes narrowed as she saw Pinball Boy a few paces behind her, studying her as if he couldn't quite figure out what to think about her. She put a hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow at him, expecting him to explain his creepy behavior. After a few moments of awkward silence she huffed at him, crossing her arms. The action seemed to entertain the boy in front of her, at least that's what his smirk was saying anyways.

    "You need something or are you just another fucking creep?" She spat, her brows pulling together as she waited for an answer. Her comment quickly wiped the smirk from his face as he looked at her in shock and slight disgust. She watched him carefully, bracing herself just in case she had to defend herself. His brows slowly began to pull together as he grew more and more frustrated with himself. Why wasn't he saying anything? Who the hell did this bitch think she was? Wasn't he supposed to be asking the questions here?

    "Do I fucking look like a creep? Who the fuck are you anyways? I think I would remember someone like you," he spat at her, trying his damn hardest not to lose his temper, which Kitt took note of by the way his jaw clenched and unclenched as he waited for her response. She shifted her weight as she studied him further. She could tell he was definitely not someone you fucked with around here, that much was obvious just by looking at him. He was definitely attractive, but he just looked like he was a pain in the ass. Exactly what she didn't want here. Great. Of course she had to go and put a huge target on her back the first fucking day here.

      "How the fuck am I supposed to believe a word you say? Do you think I'm fucking stupid? I'm not giving you my name Pinball Boy, so fuck off," she hissed, immediately turning and beginning to walk away again, wanting to get as far away from this situation as she physically could. She didn't need this right now, not on her first day in the damn town. Man she fucked up.

"I don't believe I asked, Bottle Bitch," he snapped back, quickly closing the distance that she had created between them. He snatched her wrist up in his hand, his grip tight enough that she knew that it was going to bruise before she even looked at her wrist. She completely froze as she felt his fingers wrap around her arm. She looked down at where he was grasping her, fury beginning to run through her at the simple sight. She hated being touched, especially by men. It made her feel like her skin was crawling, and she hated it. Hated how weak it made her feel. Her gaze slowly lifted to look up at him, swallowing as she tried her hardest to control her temper, but this son of a bitch really knew how to press her buttons and she hated it.

    "Pinball Boy," she began, the warning in her voice already making it very clear that she wasn't okay with his hands on her. She knew that he had heard her warning to the other boy and wondered how he thought he was any fucking different. She watched as he tightened his grip for a quick moment before letting go of her wrist, a smirk slowly starting to grow on his face as he watched her try to control her anger. He knew that look, all too well. It was the same look on his face every time he tried to hold back.

     "Not my name," he teased, his smirk only growing as he watched her, seeing the way rage sparked through her eyes before it was gone. She was good, he would give her that. He would have already blown up by now, but she wasn't. "That right there, tells me you're new around here, everyone knows at least my name," he explained, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched her. She clenched her fists, taking a deep breath to control herself.

    "I don't give a fuck who you are, dipshit. You're nothing to me," she warned. His smirk dropped once more, immediately glaring down at the petite female in front of him. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Every single girl he had met had thrown themselves at him since he was in fucking middle school. Just who the hell was this bitch? He was so lost in his thoughts he didn't notice the fist flying towards his face until it was already too late to dodge. The connection between her fist and his nose made a sickening cracking noise, one that even made Kitt grimace.

    "You psychotic bitch!" He howled out, bending over as he held his nose. He felt the blood start to trickle down as he glared at her. He fucking hated her. What was her fucking deal anyways? Any other girl would have been over the moon at the attention, but this fucking twat just punched him. He was ready to fuck her up, but he didn't want to at the same time.

     "Last fucking warning. Don't. Touch. Me." She hissed, stepping closer to him. She stood toe to toe with him, glaring at him like she had nothing to be afraid of, like she could easily take him in a fight. "Next time, I'll cut your fucking arm off," she threatened and flipped him off as she turned away from him. She half expected him to follow her, but he didn't. He just stood there, watching her leave as he wondered why the hell he had just taken that from such a small bitch. He could have easily taken her. It wouldn't have even been a fight really, but he didn't want to. And he fucking hated it.