Disclaimer—I don't own any characters or storylines from the YW series. None at all. Nope. Nata, Zilch, Zippo….yeah I think you got the idea now J
Nita sighed, looking up at the dark clouds rolling across the sky. She had just gotten home from Kit's, and was in a particularly bad mood. They'd gotten in little spats a lot lately, but today it just seemed…well… final.
//Flashback//
"What the hell are you trying to say Kit?" Nita yelled from his bed. He stood above her, shaking with anger.
"I'm trying to say," he growled, "that I am sick and tired of having to hear about what you've been doing through Ronan!" Nita gasped, her face flushed,
"I haven't been doing anything Kit! You sound like you think I'm sleeping around or something!"
"Aren't you?" he retorted angrily. SMACK! Before she could stop to think Nita's hand had flashed out and struck Kit hard across the face.
"Oh, god, Kit, I'm sorry…" she started, but he cut her off.
"Get out," he said fiercely.
"Kit I-"
"NOW NITA!" he bellowed, causing her to flinch. She ran out of the room, tears running down her face.
//End Flashback//
"Uh, he is never going to talk to me again," Nita mused to herself, her chest heavy with emotion.
"Sure he will." The voice jolted Nita and she jumped from the ground, looked down, and saw Ronan crouched below her.
"Ronan?! What are you doing here?" she exclaimed. He smiled slowly, straightening up and leaning against her house.
"Well, don't look so happy to see me!" He sighed at her withering look. "Okay, look. Kit's been contacting me a lot lately, I guess he knew that we talked pretty frequently." He looked down at Nita's feet, unable to stare her in the eyes. "And I guess I just let slip to him yesterday the whole kiss thing…and he kind of flipped and before he broke off the connection he said something like, 'How could she!'. I figured that he'd be pretty ticked at you and decided to come see how everything went…and see if I could help." He fidgeted, done his speech.
"Help?" she said quietly, a hint of laughter creeping into her voice. "Help? Yeah, like I need anymore help from you! Kit hates me, Ronan! Get it? Hates me! There's nothing either of us can do!" Her shoulders slumped and a tear trailed down her cheek.
"Hey, Nita, don't cry! You guys are really close, nothing can split you two apart! He'll get over it….aw come on Nita!" He stepped towards her and she crumbled into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
He patted her back gently, looking uncomfortable. "Nita, he'll come around, it'll be okay…" he tried to console her.
"N-no he w-won't!" she cried, "I slapped him Ronan! H-he was mad because I wasn't r-really talking to him lately, and we f-fought and I slapped him!" Ronan Didn't know what to say, and she shook her head back and forth murmuring, "He'll never forgive me" over and over.
Just as her sobs turned into small hiccups and she was about to break from Ronan's embrace Kit walked out. His eyes widened and they both heard him mutter curses under his breath.
"Kit! It's not what you t-think!" Nita yelled, her voice hoarse from crying. She tore away from Ronan as Kit shook his head and bolted from sight. "Kit!" she hollered, running after him.
"I'll get him to stop," Ronan rasped, gaining speed. Soon he was right behind Kit, and he tackled him to the ground.
"Kit, listen to me!" Nita begged between gasps as she caught up with he and Ronan wrestling on the ground. He shot her a look so full of anger she staggered backwards, her breathe knocked from her lungs.
"Get off me!" He ordered Ronan roughly, then punched him hard on the chin. Ronan growled and hit him back, and soon they were grappling and beating each other mercilessly.
"STOP!" she screamed, plunging in between them and forcing them apart, "Stop it!" Kit tried to get at Ronan again and accidentally shoved Nita, throwing her to the ground. She gasped as her arm grazed harshly against the pavement, pebbles mixing in with her blood.
"Listen to her, you stupid bastard!" Ronan said, pinning Kit to the ground. Nita stood up and stumbled over to them.
"Kit," she said in a shaky voice, "I'm so sorry for hitting you! I didn't mean to, I didn't. I was just so mad that you thought I'd do that…and back there, Ronan was just trying to make me feel better! Nothing else, I swear!"
Kit turned his head away from her, "Yeah, I could tell he was trying to make you feel better. Like the way he made you feel better back in good 'ole Ireland."
"Kit! It's not like that!" she said, her voice rising. "Please, Kit, I don't want to fight! You're my best friend!"
She thought she heard him mumble something but couldn't think about it further because he quickly shoved Ronan off of him and ran down the street without looking back.