Disclaimer: As before. Any lyrics used belong to Eve6, unless otherwise
noted. Apu is a character from 'The Simpsons.'
Response to Fox: Hey. I want to thank you for your review. I am well aware of the fact that, yes, my story is not much different from any others. Believe me, I've seen many like it. But, I wanted to write my own story, just to add to the long list of similar fics. Hah. Anyway, I have to point out something. Although I was also a fan of Jason, Trini and Zack, I wasn't so affected by their leaving. I'm not really sure why. Personally, my favorite portion of the PR's consisted of Rocky, Adam, Aisha, Kim, Billy and Tommy. I was a little upset at the fact that although in the show they hadn't left yet, there were scenes where someone had filled in for Trini... her voice was off at one point. I didn't get that. Plus, looking back, they didn't get such a heartwarming leave as did Kim. That was disappointing. And moving on further, I never followed the Zeo series when it originally aired. Or the Turbo series for that matter (I do, however, own the movie. Can you guess why?). I've seen some re-runs of both, and I was never affected by the transfer of powers, either from Trey to Jason, or when the Turbo Rangers gave up their powers to the others. They had to give them up SOMETIME.
Backing up to Kim and Kat. This is what really gets me, when I think about it. Kim and Tommy were at a peak in their relationship, what with Kim being the target for so long before her leave. I liked every little bit of flirting, caring, hand holding - whatever it was, I couldn't get enough. Which leads to Kim choosing Katherine to take her powers. I quote you: "Saying you hate Kat for that is saying you don't trust Kim, who you profess to be a fan of." And I respond: I never said I didn't like the idea that Kim wanted Kat to take over for her. I only dislike the fact that Kim wasn't going to be on the show anymore. The lovey-dovey mush that I like between Kim and Tommy was put to an end. That hurt! (Sighs and laughs lightly). I have no intention of getting into some argument with you. I've rather enjoyed our somewhat innocent "banter," if you will. I just hope you can see my point. And yes, I DO understand yours. There's just a little more 'personal' aspects behind mine. Is that cool? I hope I'm not getting on your bad side, or anything. I've got respect for you. I do. I think your bio is a bit humerus. And I definitely understand where you are coming from for not wanting to post here (*wink*). Hah. Well, yeah. That's that. Take care, my friend.
A/N: Wow. That was fun. Hah... So okay, my story. Here's the next chapter. I've decided that I'm not really good at making titles, because I don't know if you see it as I do, but I'm not so sure the main title fits the story anymore, either. I don't know. But I won't change it. It'll stay as it is. I guess the whole thing behind it (if I write so poorly as to not have you recognize it on your own) is about the letter, and Kim wasn't exactly truthful. And then maybe they say some things when they meet up that they don't mean... they say it out of anger... you'll see what I mean when it gets to that point. Whatever. I'm done wasting your time. Read!
THE TENSION BUILDS
His flight would take off in half an hour, and would not touch down in Florida until three hours after that. Sitting in the boarding gate's lobby, Tommy Oliver calculated his time of arrival.
'Take off is at four-thirty... three hours... seven-thirty here,' he used his fingers to count as he summed up the hours. 'Three hour time difference... it'll be ten-thirty when I get there. Great. I'll have to get a hotel room and find her the next day.' He didn't mind so much having to wait overnight. It would give him some time to rehearse what he would say, if nothing else. That, and trying to get some sleep in while realizing that he was going to face his ex after a year of being in separate states, and then seven months of not speaking to each other. 'I can't avoid it anymore,' he concluded to himself. 'It's got to be done, and better I do it now than wait for her.'
His uncle had allowed him some time off from racing, understanding his nephew's wish. It was hard enough that his girlfriend of two years had dumped him, but what was worse was the fact that if she truly did want to leave him, there was never proper closure. They needed to speak with each other, face to face. Tommy had introduced Kimberly to his uncle once before, and she had proved to be a very interesting young lady, his uncle claims. That was when they had only been officially dating for two months. Tommy was 17, she was turning the same in February. "How young you two are," he recalls his aunt saying. "But such a mature relationship you're developing. I can see why you like her, Tom. She's every bit as charming as you are. A perfect match, if you ask me." Tommy smiled at the memory. 'So what happened, Kim?' His smile faded, and he shrugged. 'I guess that's what I'm flying over to Miami for. I only hope I can handle the answer...' His thoughts were shunt to reality when an announcement was made.
A woman's voice over an intercom announced the boarding of the red eye flight to Miami, Florida. He would have to wait a few more moments, however. First class was to board first, followed by coach. He passed the time by re-reading the print on his ticked several times, and finally, stood up with his one carry-on bag, and handed his ticket to the woman at the podium stand. 'Well, this is it. Here I come, Kim. Ready or not.'
* * *
The pair walked to Trevor's car, laughing and holding hands as they did so. The movie theater parking lot was not overly full, and it didn't take them long to leave the place.
"That was a great movie, Trev. And thanks for the pop corn!" Kimberly still held the bucket, a fourth of the snack filling the bottom still.
"Yeah, well, I've never seen anybody finish the extra large before. You've come closer than anyone I know!" Trevor focused on the surrounding traffic, while glancing over at his companion every so often.
"It's a gift, I guess." The petite brunette popped several buttery morsels into her mouth. "I've always loved theater pop corn more than anything."
Stopped at a red light, the blonde tapped his hands on the steering wheel. "So, where to next?"
Kimberly dug through her purse and retrieved her cell phone, replacing it a second later. "Well, it's about three-thirty now. I wanted to get some more unpacking done at my place, and take a shower before work."
"What time do you start?"
She winked an eye in thought while chewing around a kernel as if it were a piece of bubble gum in her mouth. "I just took up a new shift last week... what's today, Friday? I start at six, and stay until closing."
Trevor sighed, and pressed lightly on the gas as the light turned green. " And when does the place close?"
Kim laughed at his disappointed notion. "Well, usually Linda has me close the restaurant with her at twelve, but sometimes she lets me go a bit early. That is of course, as long as I stay busy."
"And this Linda is your boss?"
"Yep. She's the manager. What she says, goes. Why?"
Trevor smirked. "I dunno. I was thinking' I could maybe sweet talk her into letting you off early. I'd hoped to see you again tonight."
"To do what, exactly?" Kim questioned, an interested look on her face.
He shrugged as he turned a corner, following the street that led to Kim's complex. "Don't know. Whatever it is two people who are in love do at night - Ow! What'd I do?"
His playful teasing earned him a flick on the ear. "You, Mr. Steel just do not give up, do you? I told you already. I'm not ready for that yet." "I was only kidding, Kim. I've learned my lesson. I only meant that we could maybe fool around, or something..."
She raised a doubtful eyebrow and smiled crookedly. "We'll see, Trev. We'll see. It depends on how tired I am after work." She gave him a wink.
He pulled into a parking spot right outside of her apartment and shut off the car's engine. "Maybe I can drop you off, and then swing by at eleven- thirty or so for a bite to eat?"
Kim sighed and shook her head. "Okay, fine. I'll let you drop me off, and you can come by. But I'm warning you: no 'sweet talking' Lisa, alright? She's a good boss. I don't want my boyfriend to ruin our employer-employee relationship. You promise?"
"Scout's honor," he said, while saluting her with two fingers. They each exchanged laughter, and he walked out of the car to open her door. "So I'll see you at 5:45 then?"
"You got it, Cubbie." She kissed him lightly on the cheek, and despite the foot difference in height, she ruffled his hair and took off to her apartment.
"Cubbie?" He repeated with a puzzled look.
Kimberly stopped at the first stair and simply returned the two-finger salute he had given earlier. They both laughed.
He watched her climb the stairs, and waved as she closed her door. Getting back into his car and starting the engine, grinning deviously. "Yep. I'm gonna be hungry tonight..."
* * *
The crowds at the airport proved to be a challenge when it came to calling for a Taxi. As soon as he was able, Tommy piled his one suitcase and carry-on into the back seat of the closest yellow cab, and gave the driver instructions to take him to the nearest hotel from Gunthar Shmidt's gymnasium.
Pulling into a parking lot in front of a Motel 6, the cab driver got out to help Tommy with his luggage.
Tommy just notioned for the driver tho set them on the curb, and payed his faire. He watched the cabbie leave, and turned to rent a room.
The front desk area was empty, with the exception for the tan-skinned man sleeping at his chair behind the front counter. Tommy looked at the clock on the wall behind the clerk and noted that it was 10:50. He didn't blame the clerk for sleeping at such a late hour, but he did need a room. He politely cleared his throat, hoping it would be enough to wake the man. It didn't work. Tommy tried again, this time using a bit more force.
The man behind the counter stirred, mumbling something in the process.
Tommy laughed under his breath, and decided, 'Screw the politeness.' He walked up to the counter, and found a bell. Quickly, he tapped it two times and recoiled, stepping back a few paces.
The sleeping man awoke, and shook his head at the site of his customer. "Yeah, okay, I'm awake," he said with a faint accent. Tommy assumed it was Indian. He reminded him of Apu from the Simpson's.
Tommy smiled and approached the desk. "I need a room. Possibly for two nights, I'm not exactly sure right now-" He was interrupted by the clerk.
"You pay for one now, and the second night later." He began to type something on the keyboard at his right, apparently checking on the rooms. "I give you double beds, and a window," he reached behind him and tossed a key to Tommy over the counter.
Tommy caught it surprised. "Actually, I only need one-"
"Double beds. All we have now. The window is nice, yes?" The man printed some kind of receipt, and stood to place it on the counter. "Please sign here." He pointed to a line at the bottom with his index finger.
"Uh, okay," Tommy said. He picked up a pen that lay on the counter and signed. Putting the pen down, he stood for a moment, not sure what he was waiting for.
The clerk had resumed his sleeping position, and peeked one eye open, looking at Tommy. "Yes, sir?"
Tommy shrugged. "Um, is that it?" He saw the man close his eyes and huff out a breath. 'Okay, I guess it is.' He rolled his eyes and turned around, exiting the office and taking up his luggage.
Reading the key, he found room 15B on the second floor of the motel. He set the luggage down on the 'balcony,' and unlocked the door to his room.
Upon entering, he dragged his luggage along, noting the sparsely decorated quarters. There were two single beds, and a table between them. In one corner there was a cushioned chair, and a darkened doorway presumed itself to be the bathroom.
Setting his suitcase on one of the beds, Tommy unzipped it and searched for his toiletries. 'I might as well get cleaned up some, and then maybe find something to eat.' With that in mind, he headed to the bathroom to change. After washing his face and tamed his hair, he thought to himself. 'I thought I saw a nice looking restaurant not far from here. I could probably walk. It'll help to clear my mind.'
When he finished in the bathroom, he put on a clean, crisp white cotton shirt and a faded pair of blue jeans. Pulling on a dark brown leather jacket, he locked his room's door behind him and made his way to the restaurant.
* * *
After giving her elderly customer his check, she replaced her order pad and pen in the pouch of her little apron. Looking at the clock, she suspected Trevor should be arriving soon. She attended her elderly customer at the register and counted out nine dollars and seventy three cents change from his twenty.
He held up his hand in refusal and smiled at her while saying, "You go ahead and keep it." He nodded and slowly made his way to the exit.
"Oh, uh, th- thank you, sir!..." She stumbled as the man left the restaurant. "What a sweetheart."
"That was Herman. He used to be a regular around here. He really is a nice old man," Linda said, taking a stand next to Kim. "He lost his wife not too long ago. They'd come here together for breakfast, mostly. The poor thing... He must be so lonely." She shrugged and checked her own watch. "Only thirty minutes left, hon. How ya doin'?"
Kim smiled as she closed the register. "I'm alright. How about you?"
Linda snorted. "Too many people called in sick today. As slow as it was, it would have been nice to have the company, if nothing else. But I've got you, so I'm alright, Kiddo. Thanks." Almost as soon as Linda had ended her sentence, Trevor walked in, leaving the bell above the door to ring.
Kim looked up and flashed a smile. "Hey, you. You're right on time."
"I said I'd be here at 11:30, didn't I?" He took his jacket off and placed it on the coat rack.
"Do you want something to drink? Looks like I'm gonna be here for another twenty five minutes or so." Kim said in a hush, pointing with her thumb at Linda who had left to the kitchen.
Trevor nodded with a smile. "Sure. I'll have a coke, if that's alright."
"No problem," Kim chimed, passing her boss as Linda left the kitchen.
The manager attended the register, emptying the tip jar and adding it to the drawer of money. As she was doing so, the bell rang as the door opened and a tall, long dark-haired tanned man entered the restaurant. "What can I do for ya, handsome?"
Tommy smiled tiredly at his host and questioned, "You guys close at twelve, right?"
Linda nodded while responding. "That's right. Can I get you some coffee, sweetie? You look tired."
"Uh, yeah. Sure. That'd be fine. Thanks," He replied. "I'm gonna use the restroom real quick."
"Alright, darlin'. Just strait down that way, and I'll be right back with that coffee." Linda entered the kitchen once again, and Tommy followed her directions to the bathroom.
Coming out of the kitchen with the coke, Kim set the glass on the counter in front of Trevor. "There ya go. I even put some cherries in there for you."
"Well, how special," He smirked, sipping his soda through the flexible straw.
She purred with satisfaction as he drank. Absently, she found a wet rag and began to wipe down the counter. "So what'd you and Linda talk about?"
Trevor released the straw and looked up at his girlfriend. "She wasn't talking with me. Some other guy came in." He chuckled, and then continued. "She called him handsome, and I was wondering... Do you ever greet anyone like that?"
Kim's smile faded slightly, and she looked as though she were remembering something. "I used to," she whispered.
Trevor leaned in. "What'd you say? I couldn't hear-"
"Never mind. No, I don't," she replied quickly.
Just then, Linda emerged from the kitchen with a cup of steaming coffee and placed it on the counter next to Kim. "You two know each other?"
Kim laughed and introduced her guest. "Linda, this is my boyfriend, Trevor. Trevor, my boss Linda." Her hand modeled the person as their name was spoken, and the two new acquaintances shook hands.
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Trevor," Linda said. "Kim, you want to take off a bit early? No one else is gonna show-"
"Are you sure, Linda?" Kim interjected. "Of course, hon. It's no problem. You can help me close on Monday night." Linda offered a genuine smile of assurance and winked, crinkling her nose. "Well, alright. Thanks, Linda," Kim responded with much gratitude. Removing her pen and order pad, she moved to the end of the counter and lifted the hinged section, allowing her to exit. She joined Trevor and took the arm he offered. "I'll see you Monday!"
Linda smiled and waved. "Drive safe, you two," she called.
Meanwhile, unknown to any of the three, Tommy had listened from behind the wall that formed the hallway to the bathroom. As soon as he heard Kim's name, his heart jumped and he peeked around the corner to see just who this 'Trevor' guy was. His eyes narrowed in jealousy as his throat tensed up. When the coast was clear and Trevor had led Kim out of the restaurant, Tommy approached his coffee.
"You want some sugar or creme with that, sweetie?" Linda inquired.
Tommy only shook his head, and turned around every so often to look out the windows and see Kim and Trevor walking to a car. They didn't enter it, but instead seemed to be taking. Kim leaned against the side, while Trevor stood in front of her, playing with her hands.
"Cute, aren't they?" Linda cooed, her arms folded on the counter top. "She's such a sweet girl. Told me about losing a boyfriend back home in Angel Gardens, or something like that. He sounded real special," she added with a nod.
Tommy only muttered a response. "Looks like she got over him quick enough." He sipped his coffee.
Linda shrugged a shoulder, and sighed. "I don't know. She's been workin' for me for about... oh, six months, I'd say. From what she told me, it broke her heart. I'm only hoping' that this Trevor of hers treats her right. I've seen the look she gets whenever she brings her old boyfriend up. So lost... it's almost eerie."
Tommy raised his eyebrows in a false notion of agreement. "How much do I owe you?"
Linda smiled warmly. "It's on the house, hon. You look like you could use some cheerin' up yourself."
"Yeah, sure," Tommy breathed. "Thanks for the coffee." With that, he got up and left the restaurant, making sure to walk quickly so Kim wouldn't notice him.
In the corner of his eye, however, he could see that Trevor was holding her extremely close, and he would kiss her often, whispering something in her ear. It sickened Tommy to see her being so intimate with another guy. 'But she's happy now,' he thought sarcastically. 'Why'd I even come here? I should just go home, right now...'
She giggled.
Tommy looked over his shoulder to see Trevor kissing her neck. His stomach turned, and the taste of bile was slipping up his throat. 'I need to get out of here...' He began to walk away quickly, tears threatening to fall, when he heard the ring of the restaurant's bell, and turned around to see Linda shouting to the couple.
"Trevor, you left your jacket, darlin'!" She trotted over to him and handed over the black jacket.
Trevor stepped a few feet from Kim and took the jacket. "Hey, thanks, Linda. Guess I was in a hurry to get Kim home," he said.
Tommy flinched.
Linda nodded with a smile and went back into the restaurant. The lights went off, and she exited the restaurant seconds later, locking it up and leaving in her own car.
Suddenly noticing that the guy from the restaurant was watching them, Trevor shouted over to him, "Hey man, can I help you with something?" Kim looked over.
Tommy jerked up his head, surprised that he had been noticed. His responce was mumbled as he began to walk away.
"Wait... Hey, Wait a sec!" Kim yelled, somewhat jogging over to the man. He seemed familiar to her somehow. 'His hair... and that jacket... I KNOW that jacket... '
Tommy didn't turn around until he heard his name. He swallowed hard.
"Tommy?"
"Uh, hey... Kim."
Trevor folded his brow and stepped up next to Kimberly. "You know this guy, Kim?"
"Tommy, wh... what are you doing here?"
"I, uh... I actually came to see you... "
Kim was shocked. She hadn't expected to see him here, and she was a bit confused. Trevor, on the other hand, was extremely confused, and had a feeling that there was something about this guy he didn't like.
"Hold it. Who ARE you, man? Her ex boyfriend or something?"
Kim spoke calmly. "Trevor, just gimme a sec, okay?"
Tommy answered him. "Yeah, man. I am. Is that a problem?"
For fear of a fight, Kim got between them quickly. She held a hand at Trevor's chest as he overlooked Tommy, who was at least six inches taller. "Tommy, what's going on?"
Tommy shook his head and began to walk off. "You're busy, so-"
"Damn right, we are. Come on, Kim. Let's go." Trevor grabbed Kim by the wrist.
"Ow, Trevor! Geez. Take it easy," Kim yelped. She looked back to her ex. "Tommy, wait!"
Trevor was getting upset. "Forget about him, Kim! Let's GO!" He was trying his best to pull her to the car, twisting her arm in the process.
"Trevor! Let go of my wr- You're HURTING me!"
Tommy grimaced. He turned around and witnessed the scene: Kim struggling in the hands of the guy who stole her away. He wouldn't have it. He trudged at a fast pace back over to where he was.
"Trevor!-"
"Well, maybe if you'd learn to LISTEN, I wouldn't have to-"
"Hey!" Tommy had taken off his jacket and thrown it on the curb. "She said, 'Let go.' "
Trevor did, throwing Kim's wrist down. She quickly brought it up to her chest, holding it with her other hand. Trevor stepped up to Tommy.
"What's the matter, man? Don't like me hurtin' your ex?"
Tommy tried his hardest to hold his composure. Words of his old mentor floated through his mind. 'Never escalate the battle.' Zordon was right. He needed to stay calm. But this guy wasn't making it easy.
"I don't like that you didn't let her go when she asked the first time."
Kim interfered. "Tommy, it's okay. I can handle this. Just go-"
"So what are you going to DO about it, tough guy? Huh?"
"Trevor, just back off! He didn't do anything!" She Put her hand back on his chest to hold him. Turning to Tommy, she said, "Look. We'll talk tomorrow. I'll give you my address, and we can-"
Trevor slapped her hand away. "NO, you WON'T!"
Kim folded her brow. "Trevor, what is your PROBLEM? We just need to work some things out-"
Trevor snorted. "Yeah, right! I'm not about to let your ex hang around your house. It's obvious he's stalking you, or something... trying to take you back!"
Tommy just stood his ground. 'Don't snap. Don't snap. Don't snap...'
Kim was beginning to get annoyed. "What the hell, Trevor! You're being such a jerk! You know what? Go home. I'll walk. You're making this difficult-"
"I'm making this difficult?" Trevor was laughing by now. " This chump is trying to steal my girlfriend, and you think I'm making it difficult?"
"I only want to TALK to her, you ass. You're assuming way too much." Tommy's voice was calm and stern.
Trevor slowly turned his head to look at the 'competition.' "What did you call me?"
"You heard me," Tommy snarled.
Kim gritted her teeth. "You guys, please-"
"Fine, then. TALK to her. Go ahead! I want to hear what you've got to say." Trevor folded his arms across his chest, huffing out breaths of frustration.
Kim looked at Tommy, searching his eyes for feelings. He seemed angry, no doubt the result of Trevor's thick-headedness. But then there was some jealously. Why was he jealous? 'I thought he was dating Kat? What does he want?' "What is it, Tommy?" Her voice was soft and kind.
He broke their gaze, and answered, "I only want some questions answered. I'd really rather do this somewhere else..."
Kim had taken a position in front of Trevor, facing Tommy. Behind her, Trevor was mumbling to himself quietly, with a small laugh of annoyance. "Answers? Answers to what?" He snuffed.
Kim heard, and answered it to herself, whispering, "The letter..." Then, speaking to Tommy, she asked, "Alright. What do you want to ask?"
"I really don't want to do this here-"
"We aren't leaving-"
"Trevor, just SHUT UP for a minute, okay?" He was beginning to get on Kim's nerves.
"I don't believe this," He grunted, walking towards his car, then turning back, pacing back and fourth.
Kim turned back to Tommy. She missed him, but she couldn't show it. Not yet. "Well, what do you want to do, then? Where are you staying?"
Tommy answered her comfortably. "The Motel 6 by the gym."
Kim nodded. "Like I said, I could give you my address and you can stop by-"
Trevor interrupted, grabbing Kim's wrist once again. "I can't take this. He's NOT coming to your place, Kim!"
"Back off, man! She hasn't done anything for you to get so upset! Just let her go!" Tommy was very irritated.
Trevor snorted to Tommy, and then a smile snaked its way on his face. He looked down at kim, who seemed confused. "He's right. I'm so sorry, Kim," He pulled her forward, pressing his hand on her thigh, halfway up her work skirt. He forced a kiss on her, increasing the pressure and causing Kim to struggle at pushing him away.
Tommy glared evilly at the sight. He couldn't take this. Turning, he began to walk away once more.
Kim finally broke free and stepped back from Trevor. "What did you need to do that fo-"
He grabbed her again, one arm around her waist and a hand around her mouth, holding her back to his front. He called out to Tommy. "See, man? She's mine now. Just keep walking. That's right. I'M the one banging her, now... "
Tommy snapped.
That was it. The teasing had gone way too far, and Tommy turned on his heels, running at full speed.
Trevor pushed Kim away and laughed. "Here we go!"
Tommy plowed into him and wrestled him to the ground. No matter how Trevor tried, he couldn't get a punch in. Tommy pinned him down and was about to break Trevor's nose when Kim held his arm preventing him from doing so.
"STOP IT! The BOTH of you! You're acting like CHILDREN!" She let go of Tommy's arm and instructed him. "Get off of him, Tommy. I'll meet you at the motel tomorrow morning." Trevor was about to say something, but Kim held up her hand. "Not a WORD from you. Get up."
Both men got to their feet and glared at each other. Tommy was in a most foul mood.
"Tommy, I'll explain everything-" Kim was interrupted by Tommy's harsh tone.
"No need. I've already met the creep you dumped me for. I don't want you to explain anything anymore... " And with that, he walked off extremely pissed.
"Tommy, wait!" She turned to her boyfriend. "Damnit, Trevor!"
Trevor began to laugh, but stopped as soon as Kim slapped him upside the head. "Ow!"
"Take me home. I don't want to hear another sound from you. You acted like such a jerk! He only wanted to talk, and you started a fight! What the hell is wrong with you?" She inhaled deeply and let it out. "Never mind. Just get in the car."
He did as she said, and drove her home. He had not cooled off from the incident only moments ago, and was not about to stand to see his girlfriend even LOOK at that other guy again. He drove her home, and parked in the same spot from earlier in the day.
"Look, Kim. I'm sorry I got all defensive-"
"Defensive? You call starting the fight defensive? Trevor, you shoved our relationship in his FACE! He didn't deserve that! And for what's more, you told him that we'd done something VERY private, when in truth, we haven't! I don't see why I shouldn't just call it off right now. Some Boyfriend YOU turned out to be... "
Trevor took her face in his hands and leaned in for a kiss. "I said I was sorry-"
"Like HELL you are! You've given me enough reason not to trust you anymore. It's over, Trevor. Goodnight." She escaped his grasp and hastily left the car, slamming the door.
Trevor followed and grabbed her neck from behind, turning her so that she faced him. "Don't make me get violent, Kim. Because I will, and trust me. It won't be pretty."
"So you think hitting me is going to solve everything?" She managed through clenched teeth. A tear formed in the corner of her eye.
He smiled cruelly. "If it puts you in your place, then yes. I do." He leaned in and licked her mouth from her chin to the tip of her nose.
The tear dropped. She narrowed her eyes at him, and warned, "I suggest you back off now, Trevor. There is a lot you don't know about me, and I'd rather not have to show you-"
"What? You gonna summer sault over me or something? I can do the same, Kim. Same gymnastics team, remember?" He let go of her neck and stepped back, a confident smirk on his face.
She clenched her fist, and took a fighting stance.
"What are you doing?" He asked between laughs. "Kim, you look ridiculous." Before he could say anything else, she kicked him square in the stomach, sending him gasping onto his knees. His voice was raspy. "You... bitch..."
For that, Kim lifted him up onto his feet and looked him strait in the eyes. "I'm not as weak as you take me to be, Trev. Don't you EVER underestimate me again." She dropped him to his knees again, and walked away.
As soon as he could, he stood on his feet and walked slowly after her. "I won't let you get away with that-" He reached his hand over her shoulder, but soon found that this was a bad move.
She grabbed his hand and wrist with both of her hands and hauled him over her shoulder as if he weighed nothing. As soon as his back hit the ground and she saw the shocked look on his face, she simply stepped over him and made her way up the stairs to her apartment. 'Whew! Never thought I'd get to use those moves again! I could SO take on fifty tengas right now... ' She unlocked her door and entered her place, leaving Trevor to groan on the ground outside.
After a few minutes, she could hear the sound of his car speeding away. She laughed to herself and began to change into some pajamas. "Goodbye, Trevor." She chimed.
Response to Fox: Hey. I want to thank you for your review. I am well aware of the fact that, yes, my story is not much different from any others. Believe me, I've seen many like it. But, I wanted to write my own story, just to add to the long list of similar fics. Hah. Anyway, I have to point out something. Although I was also a fan of Jason, Trini and Zack, I wasn't so affected by their leaving. I'm not really sure why. Personally, my favorite portion of the PR's consisted of Rocky, Adam, Aisha, Kim, Billy and Tommy. I was a little upset at the fact that although in the show they hadn't left yet, there were scenes where someone had filled in for Trini... her voice was off at one point. I didn't get that. Plus, looking back, they didn't get such a heartwarming leave as did Kim. That was disappointing. And moving on further, I never followed the Zeo series when it originally aired. Or the Turbo series for that matter (I do, however, own the movie. Can you guess why?). I've seen some re-runs of both, and I was never affected by the transfer of powers, either from Trey to Jason, or when the Turbo Rangers gave up their powers to the others. They had to give them up SOMETIME.
Backing up to Kim and Kat. This is what really gets me, when I think about it. Kim and Tommy were at a peak in their relationship, what with Kim being the target for so long before her leave. I liked every little bit of flirting, caring, hand holding - whatever it was, I couldn't get enough. Which leads to Kim choosing Katherine to take her powers. I quote you: "Saying you hate Kat for that is saying you don't trust Kim, who you profess to be a fan of." And I respond: I never said I didn't like the idea that Kim wanted Kat to take over for her. I only dislike the fact that Kim wasn't going to be on the show anymore. The lovey-dovey mush that I like between Kim and Tommy was put to an end. That hurt! (Sighs and laughs lightly). I have no intention of getting into some argument with you. I've rather enjoyed our somewhat innocent "banter," if you will. I just hope you can see my point. And yes, I DO understand yours. There's just a little more 'personal' aspects behind mine. Is that cool? I hope I'm not getting on your bad side, or anything. I've got respect for you. I do. I think your bio is a bit humerus. And I definitely understand where you are coming from for not wanting to post here (*wink*). Hah. Well, yeah. That's that. Take care, my friend.
A/N: Wow. That was fun. Hah... So okay, my story. Here's the next chapter. I've decided that I'm not really good at making titles, because I don't know if you see it as I do, but I'm not so sure the main title fits the story anymore, either. I don't know. But I won't change it. It'll stay as it is. I guess the whole thing behind it (if I write so poorly as to not have you recognize it on your own) is about the letter, and Kim wasn't exactly truthful. And then maybe they say some things when they meet up that they don't mean... they say it out of anger... you'll see what I mean when it gets to that point. Whatever. I'm done wasting your time. Read!
THE TENSION BUILDS
His flight would take off in half an hour, and would not touch down in Florida until three hours after that. Sitting in the boarding gate's lobby, Tommy Oliver calculated his time of arrival.
'Take off is at four-thirty... three hours... seven-thirty here,' he used his fingers to count as he summed up the hours. 'Three hour time difference... it'll be ten-thirty when I get there. Great. I'll have to get a hotel room and find her the next day.' He didn't mind so much having to wait overnight. It would give him some time to rehearse what he would say, if nothing else. That, and trying to get some sleep in while realizing that he was going to face his ex after a year of being in separate states, and then seven months of not speaking to each other. 'I can't avoid it anymore,' he concluded to himself. 'It's got to be done, and better I do it now than wait for her.'
His uncle had allowed him some time off from racing, understanding his nephew's wish. It was hard enough that his girlfriend of two years had dumped him, but what was worse was the fact that if she truly did want to leave him, there was never proper closure. They needed to speak with each other, face to face. Tommy had introduced Kimberly to his uncle once before, and she had proved to be a very interesting young lady, his uncle claims. That was when they had only been officially dating for two months. Tommy was 17, she was turning the same in February. "How young you two are," he recalls his aunt saying. "But such a mature relationship you're developing. I can see why you like her, Tom. She's every bit as charming as you are. A perfect match, if you ask me." Tommy smiled at the memory. 'So what happened, Kim?' His smile faded, and he shrugged. 'I guess that's what I'm flying over to Miami for. I only hope I can handle the answer...' His thoughts were shunt to reality when an announcement was made.
A woman's voice over an intercom announced the boarding of the red eye flight to Miami, Florida. He would have to wait a few more moments, however. First class was to board first, followed by coach. He passed the time by re-reading the print on his ticked several times, and finally, stood up with his one carry-on bag, and handed his ticket to the woman at the podium stand. 'Well, this is it. Here I come, Kim. Ready or not.'
* * *
The pair walked to Trevor's car, laughing and holding hands as they did so. The movie theater parking lot was not overly full, and it didn't take them long to leave the place.
"That was a great movie, Trev. And thanks for the pop corn!" Kimberly still held the bucket, a fourth of the snack filling the bottom still.
"Yeah, well, I've never seen anybody finish the extra large before. You've come closer than anyone I know!" Trevor focused on the surrounding traffic, while glancing over at his companion every so often.
"It's a gift, I guess." The petite brunette popped several buttery morsels into her mouth. "I've always loved theater pop corn more than anything."
Stopped at a red light, the blonde tapped his hands on the steering wheel. "So, where to next?"
Kimberly dug through her purse and retrieved her cell phone, replacing it a second later. "Well, it's about three-thirty now. I wanted to get some more unpacking done at my place, and take a shower before work."
"What time do you start?"
She winked an eye in thought while chewing around a kernel as if it were a piece of bubble gum in her mouth. "I just took up a new shift last week... what's today, Friday? I start at six, and stay until closing."
Trevor sighed, and pressed lightly on the gas as the light turned green. " And when does the place close?"
Kim laughed at his disappointed notion. "Well, usually Linda has me close the restaurant with her at twelve, but sometimes she lets me go a bit early. That is of course, as long as I stay busy."
"And this Linda is your boss?"
"Yep. She's the manager. What she says, goes. Why?"
Trevor smirked. "I dunno. I was thinking' I could maybe sweet talk her into letting you off early. I'd hoped to see you again tonight."
"To do what, exactly?" Kim questioned, an interested look on her face.
He shrugged as he turned a corner, following the street that led to Kim's complex. "Don't know. Whatever it is two people who are in love do at night - Ow! What'd I do?"
His playful teasing earned him a flick on the ear. "You, Mr. Steel just do not give up, do you? I told you already. I'm not ready for that yet." "I was only kidding, Kim. I've learned my lesson. I only meant that we could maybe fool around, or something..."
She raised a doubtful eyebrow and smiled crookedly. "We'll see, Trev. We'll see. It depends on how tired I am after work." She gave him a wink.
He pulled into a parking spot right outside of her apartment and shut off the car's engine. "Maybe I can drop you off, and then swing by at eleven- thirty or so for a bite to eat?"
Kim sighed and shook her head. "Okay, fine. I'll let you drop me off, and you can come by. But I'm warning you: no 'sweet talking' Lisa, alright? She's a good boss. I don't want my boyfriend to ruin our employer-employee relationship. You promise?"
"Scout's honor," he said, while saluting her with two fingers. They each exchanged laughter, and he walked out of the car to open her door. "So I'll see you at 5:45 then?"
"You got it, Cubbie." She kissed him lightly on the cheek, and despite the foot difference in height, she ruffled his hair and took off to her apartment.
"Cubbie?" He repeated with a puzzled look.
Kimberly stopped at the first stair and simply returned the two-finger salute he had given earlier. They both laughed.
He watched her climb the stairs, and waved as she closed her door. Getting back into his car and starting the engine, grinning deviously. "Yep. I'm gonna be hungry tonight..."
* * *
The crowds at the airport proved to be a challenge when it came to calling for a Taxi. As soon as he was able, Tommy piled his one suitcase and carry-on into the back seat of the closest yellow cab, and gave the driver instructions to take him to the nearest hotel from Gunthar Shmidt's gymnasium.
Pulling into a parking lot in front of a Motel 6, the cab driver got out to help Tommy with his luggage.
Tommy just notioned for the driver tho set them on the curb, and payed his faire. He watched the cabbie leave, and turned to rent a room.
The front desk area was empty, with the exception for the tan-skinned man sleeping at his chair behind the front counter. Tommy looked at the clock on the wall behind the clerk and noted that it was 10:50. He didn't blame the clerk for sleeping at such a late hour, but he did need a room. He politely cleared his throat, hoping it would be enough to wake the man. It didn't work. Tommy tried again, this time using a bit more force.
The man behind the counter stirred, mumbling something in the process.
Tommy laughed under his breath, and decided, 'Screw the politeness.' He walked up to the counter, and found a bell. Quickly, he tapped it two times and recoiled, stepping back a few paces.
The sleeping man awoke, and shook his head at the site of his customer. "Yeah, okay, I'm awake," he said with a faint accent. Tommy assumed it was Indian. He reminded him of Apu from the Simpson's.
Tommy smiled and approached the desk. "I need a room. Possibly for two nights, I'm not exactly sure right now-" He was interrupted by the clerk.
"You pay for one now, and the second night later." He began to type something on the keyboard at his right, apparently checking on the rooms. "I give you double beds, and a window," he reached behind him and tossed a key to Tommy over the counter.
Tommy caught it surprised. "Actually, I only need one-"
"Double beds. All we have now. The window is nice, yes?" The man printed some kind of receipt, and stood to place it on the counter. "Please sign here." He pointed to a line at the bottom with his index finger.
"Uh, okay," Tommy said. He picked up a pen that lay on the counter and signed. Putting the pen down, he stood for a moment, not sure what he was waiting for.
The clerk had resumed his sleeping position, and peeked one eye open, looking at Tommy. "Yes, sir?"
Tommy shrugged. "Um, is that it?" He saw the man close his eyes and huff out a breath. 'Okay, I guess it is.' He rolled his eyes and turned around, exiting the office and taking up his luggage.
Reading the key, he found room 15B on the second floor of the motel. He set the luggage down on the 'balcony,' and unlocked the door to his room.
Upon entering, he dragged his luggage along, noting the sparsely decorated quarters. There were two single beds, and a table between them. In one corner there was a cushioned chair, and a darkened doorway presumed itself to be the bathroom.
Setting his suitcase on one of the beds, Tommy unzipped it and searched for his toiletries. 'I might as well get cleaned up some, and then maybe find something to eat.' With that in mind, he headed to the bathroom to change. After washing his face and tamed his hair, he thought to himself. 'I thought I saw a nice looking restaurant not far from here. I could probably walk. It'll help to clear my mind.'
When he finished in the bathroom, he put on a clean, crisp white cotton shirt and a faded pair of blue jeans. Pulling on a dark brown leather jacket, he locked his room's door behind him and made his way to the restaurant.
* * *
After giving her elderly customer his check, she replaced her order pad and pen in the pouch of her little apron. Looking at the clock, she suspected Trevor should be arriving soon. She attended her elderly customer at the register and counted out nine dollars and seventy three cents change from his twenty.
He held up his hand in refusal and smiled at her while saying, "You go ahead and keep it." He nodded and slowly made his way to the exit.
"Oh, uh, th- thank you, sir!..." She stumbled as the man left the restaurant. "What a sweetheart."
"That was Herman. He used to be a regular around here. He really is a nice old man," Linda said, taking a stand next to Kim. "He lost his wife not too long ago. They'd come here together for breakfast, mostly. The poor thing... He must be so lonely." She shrugged and checked her own watch. "Only thirty minutes left, hon. How ya doin'?"
Kim smiled as she closed the register. "I'm alright. How about you?"
Linda snorted. "Too many people called in sick today. As slow as it was, it would have been nice to have the company, if nothing else. But I've got you, so I'm alright, Kiddo. Thanks." Almost as soon as Linda had ended her sentence, Trevor walked in, leaving the bell above the door to ring.
Kim looked up and flashed a smile. "Hey, you. You're right on time."
"I said I'd be here at 11:30, didn't I?" He took his jacket off and placed it on the coat rack.
"Do you want something to drink? Looks like I'm gonna be here for another twenty five minutes or so." Kim said in a hush, pointing with her thumb at Linda who had left to the kitchen.
Trevor nodded with a smile. "Sure. I'll have a coke, if that's alright."
"No problem," Kim chimed, passing her boss as Linda left the kitchen.
The manager attended the register, emptying the tip jar and adding it to the drawer of money. As she was doing so, the bell rang as the door opened and a tall, long dark-haired tanned man entered the restaurant. "What can I do for ya, handsome?"
Tommy smiled tiredly at his host and questioned, "You guys close at twelve, right?"
Linda nodded while responding. "That's right. Can I get you some coffee, sweetie? You look tired."
"Uh, yeah. Sure. That'd be fine. Thanks," He replied. "I'm gonna use the restroom real quick."
"Alright, darlin'. Just strait down that way, and I'll be right back with that coffee." Linda entered the kitchen once again, and Tommy followed her directions to the bathroom.
Coming out of the kitchen with the coke, Kim set the glass on the counter in front of Trevor. "There ya go. I even put some cherries in there for you."
"Well, how special," He smirked, sipping his soda through the flexible straw.
She purred with satisfaction as he drank. Absently, she found a wet rag and began to wipe down the counter. "So what'd you and Linda talk about?"
Trevor released the straw and looked up at his girlfriend. "She wasn't talking with me. Some other guy came in." He chuckled, and then continued. "She called him handsome, and I was wondering... Do you ever greet anyone like that?"
Kim's smile faded slightly, and she looked as though she were remembering something. "I used to," she whispered.
Trevor leaned in. "What'd you say? I couldn't hear-"
"Never mind. No, I don't," she replied quickly.
Just then, Linda emerged from the kitchen with a cup of steaming coffee and placed it on the counter next to Kim. "You two know each other?"
Kim laughed and introduced her guest. "Linda, this is my boyfriend, Trevor. Trevor, my boss Linda." Her hand modeled the person as their name was spoken, and the two new acquaintances shook hands.
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Trevor," Linda said. "Kim, you want to take off a bit early? No one else is gonna show-"
"Are you sure, Linda?" Kim interjected. "Of course, hon. It's no problem. You can help me close on Monday night." Linda offered a genuine smile of assurance and winked, crinkling her nose. "Well, alright. Thanks, Linda," Kim responded with much gratitude. Removing her pen and order pad, she moved to the end of the counter and lifted the hinged section, allowing her to exit. She joined Trevor and took the arm he offered. "I'll see you Monday!"
Linda smiled and waved. "Drive safe, you two," she called.
Meanwhile, unknown to any of the three, Tommy had listened from behind the wall that formed the hallway to the bathroom. As soon as he heard Kim's name, his heart jumped and he peeked around the corner to see just who this 'Trevor' guy was. His eyes narrowed in jealousy as his throat tensed up. When the coast was clear and Trevor had led Kim out of the restaurant, Tommy approached his coffee.
"You want some sugar or creme with that, sweetie?" Linda inquired.
Tommy only shook his head, and turned around every so often to look out the windows and see Kim and Trevor walking to a car. They didn't enter it, but instead seemed to be taking. Kim leaned against the side, while Trevor stood in front of her, playing with her hands.
"Cute, aren't they?" Linda cooed, her arms folded on the counter top. "She's such a sweet girl. Told me about losing a boyfriend back home in Angel Gardens, or something like that. He sounded real special," she added with a nod.
Tommy only muttered a response. "Looks like she got over him quick enough." He sipped his coffee.
Linda shrugged a shoulder, and sighed. "I don't know. She's been workin' for me for about... oh, six months, I'd say. From what she told me, it broke her heart. I'm only hoping' that this Trevor of hers treats her right. I've seen the look she gets whenever she brings her old boyfriend up. So lost... it's almost eerie."
Tommy raised his eyebrows in a false notion of agreement. "How much do I owe you?"
Linda smiled warmly. "It's on the house, hon. You look like you could use some cheerin' up yourself."
"Yeah, sure," Tommy breathed. "Thanks for the coffee." With that, he got up and left the restaurant, making sure to walk quickly so Kim wouldn't notice him.
In the corner of his eye, however, he could see that Trevor was holding her extremely close, and he would kiss her often, whispering something in her ear. It sickened Tommy to see her being so intimate with another guy. 'But she's happy now,' he thought sarcastically. 'Why'd I even come here? I should just go home, right now...'
She giggled.
Tommy looked over his shoulder to see Trevor kissing her neck. His stomach turned, and the taste of bile was slipping up his throat. 'I need to get out of here...' He began to walk away quickly, tears threatening to fall, when he heard the ring of the restaurant's bell, and turned around to see Linda shouting to the couple.
"Trevor, you left your jacket, darlin'!" She trotted over to him and handed over the black jacket.
Trevor stepped a few feet from Kim and took the jacket. "Hey, thanks, Linda. Guess I was in a hurry to get Kim home," he said.
Tommy flinched.
Linda nodded with a smile and went back into the restaurant. The lights went off, and she exited the restaurant seconds later, locking it up and leaving in her own car.
Suddenly noticing that the guy from the restaurant was watching them, Trevor shouted over to him, "Hey man, can I help you with something?" Kim looked over.
Tommy jerked up his head, surprised that he had been noticed. His responce was mumbled as he began to walk away.
"Wait... Hey, Wait a sec!" Kim yelled, somewhat jogging over to the man. He seemed familiar to her somehow. 'His hair... and that jacket... I KNOW that jacket... '
Tommy didn't turn around until he heard his name. He swallowed hard.
"Tommy?"
"Uh, hey... Kim."
Trevor folded his brow and stepped up next to Kimberly. "You know this guy, Kim?"
"Tommy, wh... what are you doing here?"
"I, uh... I actually came to see you... "
Kim was shocked. She hadn't expected to see him here, and she was a bit confused. Trevor, on the other hand, was extremely confused, and had a feeling that there was something about this guy he didn't like.
"Hold it. Who ARE you, man? Her ex boyfriend or something?"
Kim spoke calmly. "Trevor, just gimme a sec, okay?"
Tommy answered him. "Yeah, man. I am. Is that a problem?"
For fear of a fight, Kim got between them quickly. She held a hand at Trevor's chest as he overlooked Tommy, who was at least six inches taller. "Tommy, what's going on?"
Tommy shook his head and began to walk off. "You're busy, so-"
"Damn right, we are. Come on, Kim. Let's go." Trevor grabbed Kim by the wrist.
"Ow, Trevor! Geez. Take it easy," Kim yelped. She looked back to her ex. "Tommy, wait!"
Trevor was getting upset. "Forget about him, Kim! Let's GO!" He was trying his best to pull her to the car, twisting her arm in the process.
"Trevor! Let go of my wr- You're HURTING me!"
Tommy grimaced. He turned around and witnessed the scene: Kim struggling in the hands of the guy who stole her away. He wouldn't have it. He trudged at a fast pace back over to where he was.
"Trevor!-"
"Well, maybe if you'd learn to LISTEN, I wouldn't have to-"
"Hey!" Tommy had taken off his jacket and thrown it on the curb. "She said, 'Let go.' "
Trevor did, throwing Kim's wrist down. She quickly brought it up to her chest, holding it with her other hand. Trevor stepped up to Tommy.
"What's the matter, man? Don't like me hurtin' your ex?"
Tommy tried his hardest to hold his composure. Words of his old mentor floated through his mind. 'Never escalate the battle.' Zordon was right. He needed to stay calm. But this guy wasn't making it easy.
"I don't like that you didn't let her go when she asked the first time."
Kim interfered. "Tommy, it's okay. I can handle this. Just go-"
"So what are you going to DO about it, tough guy? Huh?"
"Trevor, just back off! He didn't do anything!" She Put her hand back on his chest to hold him. Turning to Tommy, she said, "Look. We'll talk tomorrow. I'll give you my address, and we can-"
Trevor slapped her hand away. "NO, you WON'T!"
Kim folded her brow. "Trevor, what is your PROBLEM? We just need to work some things out-"
Trevor snorted. "Yeah, right! I'm not about to let your ex hang around your house. It's obvious he's stalking you, or something... trying to take you back!"
Tommy just stood his ground. 'Don't snap. Don't snap. Don't snap...'
Kim was beginning to get annoyed. "What the hell, Trevor! You're being such a jerk! You know what? Go home. I'll walk. You're making this difficult-"
"I'm making this difficult?" Trevor was laughing by now. " This chump is trying to steal my girlfriend, and you think I'm making it difficult?"
"I only want to TALK to her, you ass. You're assuming way too much." Tommy's voice was calm and stern.
Trevor slowly turned his head to look at the 'competition.' "What did you call me?"
"You heard me," Tommy snarled.
Kim gritted her teeth. "You guys, please-"
"Fine, then. TALK to her. Go ahead! I want to hear what you've got to say." Trevor folded his arms across his chest, huffing out breaths of frustration.
Kim looked at Tommy, searching his eyes for feelings. He seemed angry, no doubt the result of Trevor's thick-headedness. But then there was some jealously. Why was he jealous? 'I thought he was dating Kat? What does he want?' "What is it, Tommy?" Her voice was soft and kind.
He broke their gaze, and answered, "I only want some questions answered. I'd really rather do this somewhere else..."
Kim had taken a position in front of Trevor, facing Tommy. Behind her, Trevor was mumbling to himself quietly, with a small laugh of annoyance. "Answers? Answers to what?" He snuffed.
Kim heard, and answered it to herself, whispering, "The letter..." Then, speaking to Tommy, she asked, "Alright. What do you want to ask?"
"I really don't want to do this here-"
"We aren't leaving-"
"Trevor, just SHUT UP for a minute, okay?" He was beginning to get on Kim's nerves.
"I don't believe this," He grunted, walking towards his car, then turning back, pacing back and fourth.
Kim turned back to Tommy. She missed him, but she couldn't show it. Not yet. "Well, what do you want to do, then? Where are you staying?"
Tommy answered her comfortably. "The Motel 6 by the gym."
Kim nodded. "Like I said, I could give you my address and you can stop by-"
Trevor interrupted, grabbing Kim's wrist once again. "I can't take this. He's NOT coming to your place, Kim!"
"Back off, man! She hasn't done anything for you to get so upset! Just let her go!" Tommy was very irritated.
Trevor snorted to Tommy, and then a smile snaked its way on his face. He looked down at kim, who seemed confused. "He's right. I'm so sorry, Kim," He pulled her forward, pressing his hand on her thigh, halfway up her work skirt. He forced a kiss on her, increasing the pressure and causing Kim to struggle at pushing him away.
Tommy glared evilly at the sight. He couldn't take this. Turning, he began to walk away once more.
Kim finally broke free and stepped back from Trevor. "What did you need to do that fo-"
He grabbed her again, one arm around her waist and a hand around her mouth, holding her back to his front. He called out to Tommy. "See, man? She's mine now. Just keep walking. That's right. I'M the one banging her, now... "
Tommy snapped.
That was it. The teasing had gone way too far, and Tommy turned on his heels, running at full speed.
Trevor pushed Kim away and laughed. "Here we go!"
Tommy plowed into him and wrestled him to the ground. No matter how Trevor tried, he couldn't get a punch in. Tommy pinned him down and was about to break Trevor's nose when Kim held his arm preventing him from doing so.
"STOP IT! The BOTH of you! You're acting like CHILDREN!" She let go of Tommy's arm and instructed him. "Get off of him, Tommy. I'll meet you at the motel tomorrow morning." Trevor was about to say something, but Kim held up her hand. "Not a WORD from you. Get up."
Both men got to their feet and glared at each other. Tommy was in a most foul mood.
"Tommy, I'll explain everything-" Kim was interrupted by Tommy's harsh tone.
"No need. I've already met the creep you dumped me for. I don't want you to explain anything anymore... " And with that, he walked off extremely pissed.
"Tommy, wait!" She turned to her boyfriend. "Damnit, Trevor!"
Trevor began to laugh, but stopped as soon as Kim slapped him upside the head. "Ow!"
"Take me home. I don't want to hear another sound from you. You acted like such a jerk! He only wanted to talk, and you started a fight! What the hell is wrong with you?" She inhaled deeply and let it out. "Never mind. Just get in the car."
He did as she said, and drove her home. He had not cooled off from the incident only moments ago, and was not about to stand to see his girlfriend even LOOK at that other guy again. He drove her home, and parked in the same spot from earlier in the day.
"Look, Kim. I'm sorry I got all defensive-"
"Defensive? You call starting the fight defensive? Trevor, you shoved our relationship in his FACE! He didn't deserve that! And for what's more, you told him that we'd done something VERY private, when in truth, we haven't! I don't see why I shouldn't just call it off right now. Some Boyfriend YOU turned out to be... "
Trevor took her face in his hands and leaned in for a kiss. "I said I was sorry-"
"Like HELL you are! You've given me enough reason not to trust you anymore. It's over, Trevor. Goodnight." She escaped his grasp and hastily left the car, slamming the door.
Trevor followed and grabbed her neck from behind, turning her so that she faced him. "Don't make me get violent, Kim. Because I will, and trust me. It won't be pretty."
"So you think hitting me is going to solve everything?" She managed through clenched teeth. A tear formed in the corner of her eye.
He smiled cruelly. "If it puts you in your place, then yes. I do." He leaned in and licked her mouth from her chin to the tip of her nose.
The tear dropped. She narrowed her eyes at him, and warned, "I suggest you back off now, Trevor. There is a lot you don't know about me, and I'd rather not have to show you-"
"What? You gonna summer sault over me or something? I can do the same, Kim. Same gymnastics team, remember?" He let go of her neck and stepped back, a confident smirk on his face.
She clenched her fist, and took a fighting stance.
"What are you doing?" He asked between laughs. "Kim, you look ridiculous." Before he could say anything else, she kicked him square in the stomach, sending him gasping onto his knees. His voice was raspy. "You... bitch..."
For that, Kim lifted him up onto his feet and looked him strait in the eyes. "I'm not as weak as you take me to be, Trev. Don't you EVER underestimate me again." She dropped him to his knees again, and walked away.
As soon as he could, he stood on his feet and walked slowly after her. "I won't let you get away with that-" He reached his hand over her shoulder, but soon found that this was a bad move.
She grabbed his hand and wrist with both of her hands and hauled him over her shoulder as if he weighed nothing. As soon as his back hit the ground and she saw the shocked look on his face, she simply stepped over him and made her way up the stairs to her apartment. 'Whew! Never thought I'd get to use those moves again! I could SO take on fifty tengas right now... ' She unlocked her door and entered her place, leaving Trevor to groan on the ground outside.
After a few minutes, she could hear the sound of his car speeding away. She laughed to herself and began to change into some pajamas. "Goodbye, Trevor." She chimed.