DON'T HURT ME ,

[KONA NICOLE ANDERSON]

Dot, dot, and more dots ran through Kona's mind. She had never been quiet so speechless before. Her cheeks and neck were a deep pink, her fingers trembled, and she was entering into a small bout of hyperventilation. She eased her chair away from the computer desk, but she found herself frozen. Her eyes watered as small droplets of blood splattered onto her fingers. Her cast was falling apart because she had stupidly been swimming recently. She picked at the medical tape around her fingers absent mindedly. Oliver of all people. Oliver. She would have sworn that he looked at her like a scab. That he wanted to pick her off, but that hurt more than simply scratching it.

She had no idea how to process this. She couldn't tell him how she felt. It would make it all worse, right? Her breathing worsened suddenly thinking of Melanie. She would have known to handle this. Melanie was remarkable in that she could adjust to any situation in a matter of seconds. Kona was not as graceful. She felt like an idiot, and she was angry. She was moving out of the phase of shock, but that might change the moment she heard Oliver. For now though, she felt...betrayed. Why hadn't he said anything? When the fuck did he decide he felt that way? Violently, she stood up and grabbed a book. She stared at it for a moment before screaming it and throwing it as hard as she could at her wall. Her hair fell into her face as she whirled around searching for her lighter.

She fumbled with it having difficulty with her broken fingers and sweat. She took the flame to the area of her palm she had burnt earlier that day. Her knees fell beneath her as the instant relief began to overwhelm her body. Her muscles eased and her head began to clear. She breathed slowly and leaned her bleeding head against on the legs of the desk her computer sat on. With an angry look in her eyes, she tossed the lighter aside. Oliver would be here soon, and she kept her burning a secret. What was she going to say to him? How would she even say it? The awful feelings began to creep into her body again, and she crumbled into a small pile of skin and bones. She was very still and holding herself, not sure what would happen next. She hated the attention. She hated the possibility of what this meant. She didn't want either of them hurt, but she wanted to try for him. She drilled her teeth into her low lip and held in a scream. She knew this must have been hard for Oliver.

To be honest, this wasn't even like Oliver. He did hook-ups and make-outs, not liking anyone. For him to admit that, and in front of everyone....since when was he shy? He was Oliver! He walked up to women, grabbed them, and started trading spit without a single word. She was confused, but she wanted him. She liked it when he held her, and she refused to let things be awkward. He was still Oliver. He still annoyed her, he was still an ass, and he was still tall. Nothing was different, and they would be okay. They were just taking a step away from the "hate" in their love-hate relationship. That was good, right? It was good not to want to kill each other as often as they did. Though, what about her dates? She was single, and she could date.....but would that cost her Oliver?


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[OLIVER APOLLO HAYES]

Oliver hadn’t actually intended on telling Kona that he liked her that day. No, this had been a normal day, like all others when he woke up that morning. And most of the day had proven to be exceptionally boring. Well, he hadn’t actually ever been planning on telling her. And then it happened. She had to go and bring up a ton of other guys. And not the type of other guys he could deal with. The type of other guys that put the girl in danger and made Oliver’s fists tense up. Guys Oliver hated for endangering a girl that he cared about. She was so warped. She remembered all of the bad things that he had said to her, but he had never hit her, yet she defended people that had choked her in the hallway of school. There was something wrong with that girl.

Oliver was pretty calm about the whole thing. He hadn’t really meant to do that to Kona, but he liked attention, and this was more or less going to get him attention. He wasn’t really sure where it had come from. He just found himself mad when she talked about other guys and dating them and stripping with them and things like that. He thought that she had some kind of self respect, but apparently she didn’t if she was trying to show it off to every guy that came along. He couldn’t figure out why he didn’t think of her as a sex object since she was obviously asking for it, but he hated it when she tried to be a slut. He tried to convince himself that he could treat her like a slut, but every time he tried, she got pissed off at him. What the hell did she want?

He drove to her house, speeding along, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. He was honestly happy to have her speechless, though not so much about the whole fainting thing. He was tired of her dangling other guys in front of him. He might as well get it out there. Maybe it would fix the back and forth thing they had going on. Or maybe it would make it worse. He wasn’t really sure. He didn’t know what he was expecting from the revelation. He cared about Kona, but she was driving him crazy. It wasn’t something he felt often. He cared about Kenzie as a friend, but he didn’t really give a damn about dating her. And he wasn’t sure he could date Kona. He sucked at relationships. He got to her house and parked the car. He skipped up the steps and quietly opened the door to her house and headed inside. He wasn’t sure what the deal was with Millie, but he didn’t want the woman to call the police to him, so he tried to be silent as he snuck up the stairs to Kona’s room.

He knocked almost quietly on the door and opened it. He look in the scene in front of him. There was slight chaos breaking out with books spawled open against the wall, and he found Kona sitting on the floor, bleeding. He cast looked awful. As usual, Oliver’s first instinct was to scold her on her failure to take care of herself, but instead he walked over and took a seat next to her. “Hi,”

[/color] he greeted her simply. He look a better look at her head. “How did you manage that one?”[/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[KONA NICOLE ANDERSON]

Still, she could not believe this was happening. Her? Oliver? It was a stun, but very little surprised Kona. "It's fine." she spoke attempting to dismiss is question. She turned herself so she would not face Oliver and pushed herself up. It was then she realized she was wearing only a thong. She stood still for a moment and sighed; this would be the only time. She walked forward leaving her Oliver with sound of a slamming door.

Kona hesitated at the bathroom door. She took in her smaller bathroom, she was thankful for the normalcy of it. She stepped toward the sink and opened the medicine cabinet in search of Neosporin and gauze. Kona wet a wash cloth before dabbing her head. She tore some of the medical tape she was given for her finger, applied the medicine, and taped the gauze. She took a moment to collect herself. Her eyes avoided her reflection was she walked over to the shower and flipped on the faucet. She turned to knob to cold and stuck her head under. Her lungs filled with air as she gasped from the sudden cold. Goose bumps covered her body, but it was calming. She turned the shower off and flipped her back before drying it with a towel.

Kona moved back to the door, but checked herself in the mirror first. Her cover-up had washed off after scrubbing her face dry. After surfing, this was the moment she but sunglasses on to hide the scars. There were hundreds of small scars. Some were almost a stain of slight discoloration, and others were rigid and formed a tiny mountain range of skin. Her fingers lingered on the door as she mused about letting Oliver see the scars. After five minutes, she had rubbed a fresh layer of cover up of her eyes and scolded herself for even thinking of letting Oliver see. With a sigh, she returned to her room. "Why?" At the moment, she was furious. "Because you think I'm pretty, or am I pretty because you like me? I never thought you would do this far to get laid." She leaned forward, though remained in her doorframe. "I've been lusted, I've been sought, and never once I have I let them touch me. I lie, Oliver. I will be the first to admit that. If this is a way of staking your claim, you should know it's pretty open territory. If you want to use my body, the answer is no. My body is the one thing that is my own, and it's not even that anymore. So, you can just leave if that's what this is about." This wasn't the usual angry Kona that Oliver saw. She was in control, and her eyes were dead.

[OLIVER APOLLO HAYES]

Oliver should probably have gotten used to Kona disappearing by then, but he still found it a little irritating when she disappeared. He watched as she headed for the bathroom, and even though he knew they were both in somewhat a fragile emotional state, he couldn’t help but admire her ass as she walked away from him. Give him a break, he was still a man, and he had needs. And Kona in a thong wasn’t something he was going to pass up looking at. Who knew if he’d ever have the opportunity or luck to get to see that again. He took a mental picture for later right before she closed the door.

He sat for a couple of moments, looking around her large room, and finally stood up, wondering how long it was going to take her to reemerge, but he knew it would be a while. He stood up and looked at Moo, but that only entertained him for so long. He glanced at the floor and saw spots of blood. Kona was a mess. He wondered how she ever managed to be uninjured with all of the dangerous things that she did. He took a seat on her bed and tapped his foot on the floor, waiting for the girl to reemerge.

He could hear here moving around, water going on and off, movement, something falling or clacking. He kept listening to make sure that he heard something going on, since he decided he was going to be breaking in if it was silent for too long. He had caused her to faint unintentionally. Who knew what other kind of damage he might do. It took a while, but eventually she headed back into the room. Oliver prepared himself for whatever was to come. For some reason he got the feeling that it was not going to be anything good. Usually, at least he imagined, when you told someone you liked them they appreciated the fact or were flattered.

She was calm, but he could tell she was angry. He wondered if she was on medication, because she was actually expressing her anger in what could be considered a healthy way. He knew that she liked to talk, but he waited until she was done to reply. He didn’t want her to be mad at him. It was strange. Usually he didn’t care if Kona was mad, but he really wanted her to understand he had not done this just to hurt her or get into her pants, even if he didn’t fully understand why he had done it. He was relieved to hear that she had been lying about all of the guys that she had been talking about getting together with. He wasn’t sure why, but he hated to think of her like a common slut. She seemed somehow above it. But she quieted, and he realized it was his turn.

He tried to look her in the eye. At least that way she wouldn‘t be able to accuse him of lying to her. He began slowly. “I’m going to tell you this as plainly as I know how. Don’t get offended or jealous. We’re just going with facts here.”

[/color] He paused to make sure she understood he wasn’t, for once, trying to push her buttons. “I can get laid. By almost anyone I want. And if you said no and really meant it, that would be the end of it. I don’t become friends with people and pretend to have feelings for them in an effort to sleep with them. I’m not that much of a dick. The girls I’m with are one night. If they’re not in by the end of the night, they’re probably not in at all, so it’s time to move on. I’m not going to spend a month talking to you just to get you into bed with me. So no. This is not about your body. And maybe this wasn’t the best way to tell you, but if you’ll recall, I did try to get you to wait. You pushed. You wanted to know. So I told you. And now you can rest assured it’s not because I’m trying to get you naked. Not that I would mind, but that isn’t what this is about. I like you. That’s it.”[/color] But now there was another question that was plaguing his mind. He was sure he’d find a chance to ask it.

ooc ; 744. ultimate fail.
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[KONA NICOLE ANDERSON]

"Jealous?" Her blue eyes filled with the an expression that protrayed a desire to gag. "When did this all occur to you? What do you want now, huh? What are we? What am I to you? I'm still going kite surfing. This is all just some way for you to spoil my fun. I'm not buying this. I am not falling for one of your stupid tricks, Oliver." She took a moment to breathe.

After a few moments of chewing her lip, Kona walked toward Oliver. He was about twice her size, but that wasn't going to stop her. She forced her broken fingers to curl into a fist and she drew her injured arm back. Kona had one hell of a hook, and it probably wasn't the smartest idea to hit Oliver. An involuntary grunt was really the only signal she had even lifted her hand to hit him, but when it finally came time for her fist to make contact with his jaw, she had gone numb. Her fingers had gone limb and she nearly brushed his chin with her finger tips. She hung her head low and hid her face behind her bangs. "Stupid Oliver." Her big blue eyes peared from behind her bangs. "Hmph." She closed them in her classical Kona pout. She was angry, but it was laughable. Her temper was fading, and for the moment she was simply confused.