KALI LAID ON THE HOT CONCRETE, eyes blinking. She had been rammed headlong to the ground by an unfortunate bystander. The person she'd bumped into apologizing frantically from his recumbent position on the ground.
She sat up, flinching at the stinging pains on her hands and cheeks. Her knees were scratched up and her palms scraped against the ground. She felt liquid dripping down her arms as she reached a hand to her stinging cheek.
"Ow! Fuck..." Kali grumbled. Her stormy blue eyes glanced in front of her. A boy with freckled cheeks was sitting on the ground. He had deep green curls that stuck out at odd angles and emerald eyes to match them. He looked about her age, and wore a black school uniform.
"Hi. What the hell were you doing at this corner that you had to storm into me like that?" The boy looked down at the ground, clearly embarrassed by the incident.
"I...I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I was um...uh-" A loud boom cut him off, his eyes going wide with fear. He slowly turned around, looking more and more petrified the more he turned.
Another boy stood behind him, his chilli red eyes glaring down at the other. He had short ash blonde hair styled in spikes with choppy bangs that hung over his eyebrows. He looked pissed, to say the least. Blasts of nitrogen popped in his palm.
"DDDEEEKKKUUU!" He shouted, gaining panicked glances from other pedestrians as they shuffled away.
"K...Kacchan! I...I said I was sorry!" The green haired boy, "Deku", scrambled to get far from "Kacchan".
Kali figured that those were their nicknames. She'd never heard of someone being named useless or loud like those names actually meant. She sat there with a straight face as she watched the two bicker-although it was really only explodie-boy who was shouting.
She was going to walk away, her fallen roller skates in hand, when she spotted her baseball hat sitting a few feet away. It was laying in a puddle of water, mud forever staining the side. She picked it up as if it were the most fragile thing in the world and gripped the visor with the strength of an angry spanish mom about to hit their kid with a wooden spoon.
"What the hell is your problem, asshole?!" She growled. She stood up, choosing to ignore the feeling of blood dripping from the gaping cut on her knee. The two looked back at her, broccoli boy shaking his head nervously as the other let go of the collar of his shirt.
"Asshole, Hah? The fuck are you, asshole?! Budding into someone's god damn business you got no business with?!" He shot back, hostility in his voice.
"If you want me to mind my own business, then don't get my shit dirty!"
"You're angry because your shit got dirty? What are you, five?" He laughed.
"Keep talking, you might say something intelligent." Kali retorted. His smile faded.
"And who the fuck are you, his girlfriend?" At this point, there was only a few inches of space between the two. Hostile insults shot through the air like bursts of flaming arrows.
"Fuck off!" Kali threw a left hook to his face. It didn't snap off his nose as she would have liked, but judging off of how he staggered back, it was powerful enough to hurt.
She barely had time to back away as a blast of heat was thrown her way. She struggled to dodge the mini explosions, one of them even hitting her stomach. She felt an urge to vomit, not only from the hit, but from the circle of people who pulled out their cameras and began videotaping the fight.
Explodie-boy was both taller and bigger than her, but Kali was more capable. She felt a rush of adrenaline hit, and she began to grin. At least, until she heard a voice.
"Kali!"
A pair of strong arms wrapped around her torso, effectively trapping her against a stronger chest. She cursed, not bothering to kick or scratch as she looked up into blue eyes.
Liam. What a fucking tool.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He whispered. His voice was low, a scowl crossing on his face. His stupid trashcan of a face. "You'll ruin me. I don't want to have to babysit you all day!"
"Fuck you, Liam!"
He rolled his eyes, before smiling at the blonde explosion bitch and broccoli head.
"I'm sorry for her behavior. She's not usually like this. Her parents just died and-"
"LIAM. I SWEAR TO FUCK-"
