Forget It
Chapter 9: Dun dun dun!
Jill flew out of her bed, fists flying. "You perverted [i]thief[/i]! Get out of my house!"
"Hey, stop, beautiful. Can't we talk?" Skye held up his hands in a peace offering while dodging all of Jill's wildly thrown punches.
"No! Get out!" Jill flailed about and fell out of her bed, brown hair becoming more and more tousled.
Skye put his hands to the teen's shoulders to steady her, but got smacked in the face instead.
"I hate you! You stole my friend's favorite hair clip! And then you think I want your chocolates?!"
"I'm sorry, fair maiden, but please calm down." The silver-haired man wrapped his arms around her tightly, pinning her arms to her sides. Jill struggled for a moment, trying to get free, but he was stronger than he looked. Finally, she relaxed a bit and looked into his eyes.
"See? It's so much easier when you don't struggle." Skye smiled and rested his chin atop the brunette's head, not noticing the grim way her face was set.
Jill brought her knee up and hit him right where a male shouldn't be hit.
Skye bit back a scream and released her quickly. "What was that for?" His voice sounded a bit squeakier than usual.
"I told you, I hate you. I want you out of my house now." Jill stood glaring at the thief. Her eyes were glittering with malice, her fists clenched by her sides.
Skye didn't move for a moment, then ran at Jill. He kissed her lightly on the cheek.
Instantaneously, the brunette punched him on his own cheek, right beneath his eye. He staggered back a few steps.
"Hope you have a nice black eye next time I see you," Jill drawled.