Haters Gonna Hate (Everett)

[Nathan Matthews]

Normally, Nathan wasn't one for watching the students playing their games, because really, who wanted to watch a bunch of sweaty guys run after a ball? But when this involved a bunch of cheerleaders in short skirts, even Nathan couldn't resist. Especially since a lot of them were legal. He was a horndog, he knew that, and there was really no point in denying it.

So, here he was, sitting on the bleachers watching the cheerleaders jump up and down, cheer like they usually did and boy did they cheer. During high school, he had been far too busy dealing with his powers and the druggies he hung out with to even consider getting it on with a cheerleader, so you could say it was a still lingering fantasy of his.

Sadly, girls weren't as innocent nor as dumb as they used to be, and he kind of preferred them that way. Maybe not dumb, but sort of innocent and naive seemed to fit him perfectly. He needed someone who would be easy to woo and charm her pants off; And what better victim was there than the well known Queen Naive; Miss. Bellefonte herself?

Leaning over to his buddy, Nathan said much too loud for his own good, ''I bet my salary I can go down there and woo the principal's granddaughter's pants off after the game,'' Receiving a thumbs up and a laughter from his friend, Nathan continued, ''Poor thing won't stand a chance. She won't know what's hit her before I leave 'er hanging dry - well, maybe not so dry,''

And once the game ended and people started leaving, Nathan stood up, straightened his clothes and made his way down the benches.

[Everett King]

Clearly the view of a 'perfect man' was changing these days. First of course, he had to be disgusting and crude. Second, quiet and brooding. The less he talked about his feelings the better. So, basically a caveman. He had to have problems of course, a dark past or some form of angst that accounted for his ass hole behaviour. The most important factor were the muscles so inflated with testosterone they had to walk through doors sideways. The young bloke in front of him hit all these bells with a perfect ten and kept on climbing. Of course, that was what Everett amused himself with during the game. That, and images of his skin, flayed and acting as a rug on his living room floor.

Shit directed towards himself he could brush off, like the annoying little jabber it was. However he had quickly discovered -much to his surprise- that when this lowlife scum and the rest of his species directed their crass comments towards Erika, well now shit got real. But he couldn't make a scene in front of Erika and her friends, it was rude.

As soon as the game came to his conclusion -not that Ever understood any of it, he wasn't a sports fan- he was off his seat and following the caveman. "Oy mate," he called, lifting a hand as if in greeting. There was a cheery smile plastered onto his face, eager and interested. "I heard you talking 'bout the Bellefonte girl. But cocky, ain't it? I 'eard she got a man already."

God, he deserved a medal for his country bumpkin accent, he'd grown out of it ages ago. The things he did for love.

[Nathan Matthews]

The sound of someone from behind calling had Nathan, much to his displease turning around with a annoyed sigh. He eyed the guy up and down and was fairly sure he had seen him someplace before, but he wasn't important enough for Nate to actually remember where he had seen him. Sticking his hands into his pockets, Nathan crossed his feet and impatiently waited for the guy - who really looked like he belonged in a stall somewhere, cleaning up vomit to finish his business.

An eyebrow cocked up in Nathan's now growing amused face as he shrugged. ''Yeah, and?'' he asked. Really, as if details such as that even mattered. Come on. ''I didn't see a name tag on 'er. What's it to you anyways?'' he asked again, a sheepish grin growing on his lips before he once more turned towards the fields. Jumping down another step, Nathan paid the other guy no mind, his mind once more circling to his intentions of the evening.

Turning his head, Nathan grinned, ''You're more than welcome to have my leftovers. Gotta share, yeah?''

[Everett King]

He hated pigs that played to be men, they were honestly annoying. While Ever may have belonged out back cleaning stalls, Nate was one of the things he would be cleaning up after.

Everett cocked an eyebrow, unimpressed by the offer. "Ah but then, wouldn't it be you getting the sloppy seconds?" he quipped, quite amused by the irony that they would actually be his. Of course, not that he'd ever allow the jackass even within speaking range of Erika.

"Why the princess anyway?"

[Nathan Matthews]

''Eh, I can live with that,'' he said with a sly smirk, grinning. Really, he had never been that picky. Getting laid was getting laid. ''Besides, everyone is someone's sloppy seconds'', unless the person was a virgin. And really, virgins were rarely any fun to begin with. They were far too timid, and usually too shy for there to be any real action. And Nathan sure loved his action.

Why this guy was so persistent to act like the overprotective older brother was not something Nathan even bothered to ask himself. As far as he was concerned, it was not something the guy had any say in.

Couldn't he just walk away and mind his own god damn business?

''Because she's naive enough to fall for it? Come on, even you've heard the rumors of the naive, stupidly trusting aura that makes up the Bellefonte girl. If not, surprise?'' he chuckled, musing a little over the choice of nickname the guy had chosen for the girl. Oh well, it wasn't important. ''Well, I'll be sure to report your concern when she's screaming my name. G'day.'' With a laughter, Nathan turned his back against the male. Seriously, what a partypooper.

[Everett King]

Well he'd never thought of it like that; and automatically his mind traveled back to Erika with curiosity. He brushed it off, what she'd done before meeting him was none of his business.

He was seriously getting pissed off now. It was a confusing feeling, and he was not used to it. Of course logically he should deal with this logically, but the more of the foul pig ran his mouth the less and less attractive logic was seeming. His fingers twitched and he clenched and unclenched them stiffly.

Hissing, Everett reached out to the departing caveman and spun him around. He formed a fist, feeling his knuckles pop as he squeezed his fingers. Tearing his arm back and then forwards Everett smashed his fist into the little asshole's fast with a satisfied grunt. Then, as if nothing had happened he withdrew his hand and shook it experimentally with a pleasant smile. "Just so you know, even if I weren't around, there's no way Erika would have low enough standards to stoop for you, punk ass bitch."

[Nathan Matthews]

Now, Nathan wasn't exactly the smartest guy out there, obviously. Instead of using his brain, he rather went with his needs. He never thought to think twice before speaking, acting or and this case, who he decided to share certain information to. Now, if he had been the kind of guy who used his brain, maybe he would have picked up the signs.

Now, when his back was faced against the hysterical male, Nathan - just for a second - actually thought he'd be left alone and could run off and penetrate anything with two legs and a mouse hole as he pleased. But boy was he wrong.

Before Nathan had any chance to react to what was happening, he found himself being turned around and seconds later he felt a stinging pain at the bridge of his nose, and with wobbly legs he stumbled and fell over. Holding his hand over his bleeding nose, it took the brute a few seconds to realize what had actually happened, and he blinked confusedly, ''What the hell man?'' he growled, wincing at the stinging. ''What the fuck is your problem?''

Reaching his arm over once of the benches, Nathan glared at the male above him, shaking his head as he dragged himself up, still feeling a little wobbly. ''Last time I checked, I saw no name tag with your name on it, which means it's free game,'' he muttered in a soft growl, his ears ringing and the blood dripping.

[Everett King]

That had felt better than he'd imagined. Actually, what he'd enjoyed more was the sight of the man on the ground by his feet. It was quite amusing. He was still hopefuly that this whole 'violence' idea wouldn't become a thing though. It wasn't for him. His hand still hurt. He could only hope the assface had a broken nose to match the bruising on Ever's knuckles.

When he tuned in again Ever lifted a surprised eyebrow to hear the creature still running its mouth. Lifting one booted foot he placed it in the dip of his target's neck, pressing down with a smile. He spoke almost pleasantly, his voice an amused purr, "You know, I can't help but notice that you're still talking." Pressing down harder, his smile switched to a scowl. "Keep at it and I'll have to shut you up permanently."

Logically speaking he could blame the reassurance of his somewhat 'murderous' state on Erika. He hadn't physically harmed someone in quite some time, let alone killed them. She probably wouldn't be too happy to know that though. No, the less she knew about today, and anything involving his past actions, the better.

"Sing birdy sing. What were you saying about Erika?"

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

Another successful game was over and the cheerleading squad made their way off the field and headed towards the lockers. The mood was cheerful and the chatter was almost numbing. Erika could only chuckle at her enthusiastic teammates before reaching for her bag - which wasn't there. With a sigh, Erika looked around before turning her eyes towards the exit of the locker.

Another sigh escaped her lips as she pushed herself through the doors and headed towards the field to get her bag. Well, she hoped it was there anyways. She'd be less than happy if the same thing that happened a few weeks ago happened again and she'd be forced to walk around in her uniform through the school again.

After a few seconds of scouting, she located her bag and with a faint smile, she reached down to grab it as a few muffled voices grabbed her attention. What were people still doing here? The game was over, people were supposed to leave, right? Curiosity had her walking closer. It sounded like an argument. She could quite make out the words, but the tones of their voices were so aggressive. And hey, wasn't that one voice very familiar?

Stepping up the steps up on the bleachers, Erika turned the corner and stopped. Her eyes widened slightly at the... She really didn't have any words for it. Everett standing over a guy - actually, one of the trainers with his foot against the guy's throat, and the guy was seemingly bleeding. Unsure what to make of it, the brunette stepped forward and grabbed Everett by the wrist.

''What the actual fuck are you doing?'' she hissed, yanking him by the wrist, trying to pull him off the groaning guy on the ground.

[Everett King]

Everett blinked in surprise as he felt a weight on his wrist. Turning, he stared at Erika for a moment, dumbfounded. He hadn't even noticed her. She didn't seem at all happy, and with another spare glance down at the jackass beneath him, he could partially understand why. Grudgingly he removed his foot, baring his teeth down at Nathan before turning to Erika and smiling bashfully.

"Ah well, he annoyed me, is all," he informed her casually, massaging his knuckles. He wasn't able to defend himself or his actions against her. Even if it meant coming off as a terrible guy he didn't mind, so long as he was protecting Erika. That included withholding this kind of information from her. At least he wouldn't have to worry about the pansy spilling his guts, he had too much pride.

"What are you doing up here?" Everett asked pleasantly, eyeing the scantily clad Erika. It was definitely the worst thing she could possible be wearing, considering the current situation. He wanted to kiss her, if only to reaffirm his emotions, if not to stake his territory (as some men were prone to do in these occaisions)

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

''He...Annoyed you?'' Erika repeated, glaring. Wow, really? That was probably the lamest excuse in history. Like really. Who did that to someone who annoyed them? She kept her grip on his wrist and once more eyed the bleeding guy on the ground, which was now attempting to get back on his feet. Blinking confusedly, Erika rubbed her forehead with the back of her hand, unsure whether or not she really wanted to know what had happened to begin with.

And hey, at least Everett backed off and didn't continue his sadistic massacre. Or whatever.

''I should be asking you the same thing.'' she pointed out with an arched eyebrow. His smile and pleasant tone just had her even more confused, and suspicious. Eyeing the now standing guy, Erika shook her head slowly and raised her hands in the air, ''I'm not even going to ask.'' she muttered and shook her head.

Her hand clutched onto Everett's shirt as she stepped back, ''Did he deserve that or should I be helping him?'' she whispered and turned her gaze back to Everett. Hey, as much as she found the entire situation idiotic, maybe the guy deserved it. As far as she knew, Everett wasn't exactly a bad guy, and she was in no position to judge him on acts of violence. She had done that herself too. Ah, whatever. Without waiting for a response, Erika reached a hand out to the trainer.

[Everett King]

"Aye, that's it," Everett agreed with a sagely nod. He winced under the heat of her glare, chuckling awkwardly. Ruffing his hair, Ever looked between Erika and his victim uncomfortably. So his answer had been lame, he'd already known she wouldn't accept it either way. "Sorry," he finally grumbled to her. The guy would get a pet unicorn before he received an apology from Everett though.

"I was watching the game," he defended himself with a sigh, shaking his head. At least that part was the truth, mostly. "He on the other hand, was having more fun watching you," Ever grunted quietly, more so to himself as he shot another glare at the somewhat crumpled form. Was it bad that he still found it completely hilarious?

At Erika's touch he placed his hand on the top of her head gently, glancing darkly at Nate. "He deserved it. I think so." he informed her, though much to his chagrin she was already attempting to help him up. The girl was too freakin nice for her own good, and someday she was going to get taken advantage of for it. Still, he couldn't just step in and force her not to. Instead he just watched cautiously, hands curling into fists again. He absolutely did not like seeing her even think about touching such a lowlife.

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

Sighing, Erika shook her head. Men. She would never understand them. Ever. Well, maybe this was better than going around for months, sending glares, gossiping and running out on crazy vendetta's, carrying pitchforks while hunting the witch, like girls often tended to do. As much as she didn't agree with it, she was no better. He hadn't judged her for it then, who was she to judge him?

Ah, jealousy. Okay, things made a little more sense now. Well, if anything, she'd probably do the same thing. Kind of. Not as sadistic and bizarre, but whatever. ''So... You broke his nose?'' Okay, she had to admit, it was hard to not find it amusing. But she wasn't going to let him now that. She didn't want to applaud such behavior. Who knew what could have happened if she hadn't stepped in?

Arching her back, Erika kept her hand reached out, ''You ok there?'' she asked, pressing her lips into a tight line to keep herself from smiling. Really, it was amusing. Bite me. But her gesture was only met with a grunt as the trainer slapped her hand away, finally wobbling himself up into a steady stance. Glaring, he kept his mouth shut before pushing Erika out of the way and hastily making his way towards the stairs.

[Everett King]

He was never one to overreact over anything. Well, apparently he was now, thanks to Erika. No. He couldn't blame her for it, it was his own retarded emotions that had gotten him into trouble. He felt rightfully scolded, even though he kept getting distracted by silly things while she was telling him off. Like the curve of her neck, or the fact that she smelled sweet, even after the game.

Flexing his hand, Everett looked down at Nathan again, trying not to look smug. "Who knows, maybe it'll make him more attractive," he purred amiably. He didn't care either way. In fact, he'd be glad never to see the face, broken or not, ever again.

His mouth thinned as Erika was shoved away, and he automatically stepped forward again. Placing a hand lightly on her shoulder, Everett cocked his head and growled in annoyance. "You're too nice sometimes, dove," he finally sighed, looking back down at Erika. "He didn't deserve that from you."

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

Looking at him over her shoulder, her gaze was a mix of a scowl and something similar to a faint smirk. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to be mad - or feel somewhat glad about his apparent jealousy. it was kind of touching. ''Doubt it,'' she threw back and turned her attention back to the poor guy on the ground.

Regaining her balance, Erika sighed, rolling her eyes at the ever so primal and prideful nature of the guy before tilting her head back, focusing her gaze at Everett, ''That's debatable,'' she said, her tone low before turning around. ''You're only saying that because he ticked you off,'' she pointed out, amusement dancing on her lips like a veil in the wind, ''I never took you for being the jealous type,'' she chirped.

Though, she couldn't deny the fact that when at the end of the day, his need to protect her won over the annoyance by a million. Of course, she wasn't about to admit that and feed his already fluffed up ego more than it needed, ''I should have made you apologize,'' she said, lifting her finger to her cheek, tapping it silently against her warm skin.