The second round of an ongoing cyber fight story with a friend.

It's four days after the party when Eva finally sees Dave again, properly at least, at school. Of course, they'd sat across the room from one another in various classes, and Eva had fashioned a rather nice spitball gun out of an old bic so that she could pelt wet globs of chewed up paper at the back of his ear during French. But it's during a particularly busy day in the school cafeteria that she finds herself having very little choice of where to sit save for a few spare seats at his table.

Of course, she's Eva Mendez. Tall, leggy brunette with an English accent and lip gloss that makes her mouth look ripe and inviting; she could easily tell one of the nerds to fucking get lost and grab her own table, but the idea of sitting with him is... well, a bit too much temptation to resist. She walks over and sit's almost opposite him, placing her tray on the table and sitting without even acknowledging him.

Dave has been lost lately ever since the night he and Eva had spent together first locked in a ferocious battle, then in an even more ferocious round of sex. All he can think about is that girl, how hot she was in bed, and how tough she was in the fight. He's very confused, he wanted to fight her again, that he was sure of. He was a competitive guy, and a draw didn?t suit his temperament.

But he also found himself just wanting to spend time with her. The spit ball in French class the other day had been annoying, and when he turned to glare at her. That Eva smirk had been provocative. He had pretty much made up his mind to call her out. He was recovered from the fight except for a few bruises he was sure she had as well.

He had just made that decision when someone sits down across from him, and proceeds to eat her lunch as if he didn?t exist.

"Mendez" he says "I didn?t know they let dogs in here."

Eva snorts. She doesn't particularly take any offense from it - on the contrary, it's almost like a compliment, coming from him and given her own temperament. She pushes a fry into her mouth and jut stares at the head of dark, gel-slick hair, turned down to not look at her.

~Too fucking turned on by me to even look at me,~ she thinks with a grin.

"Actually, they do. And little pussy cats as well, by the look of it, otherwise you wouldn't be sittin' here."

Dave returns the Eva smirk, knowing that she wasn't here to eat. He considers just shoving his tray aside, and jumping her here and now. But doesn't want to risk expulsion.

"Pussy wow what a versatile Vocabulary there Eva" he says "God Mendez you can't even come up with a good comeback. No wonder you've been avoiding me." he knows he's throwing fuel on the fire but he figures it's not as if she would hold back anyways.


Eva lifts a neat eyebrow. "Uh huh. Yeah. Because I've NEVER fucking heard the 'dog' thing before. Didn't you use that one on Sarah the other day?"

Her can of Coke sits precariously on her tray... precariously, because it would only take the manipulation of a few muscles and very little energy to pick up the can and spray the contents across his white shirt. Instead, she fights the urge to do so, and lifts it to take a sip.

"So, how are you feeling? Hope I didn't hurt you too bad, I noticed you been limpin' a bit."

Ahhh Sarah Dave reminisces she thought she was tough to, besides Eva she was nothing not even a pale imitation. At the mention of the fight the rest of the table goes silent and whispers are spreading across the cafeteria. People are moving to get a good look at the confrontation they all know is coming.

Inwardly Dave is a little bit disappointed he didn?t want to share Eva with anyone, when they fought it should be just them.

"Don't worry Eva I'm fine I've noticed you've been walking funny though, anything wrong?" he asks. He hadn't told anyone about the sex just that they had fought to a draw. He was pretty sure she hadn't either.

"I was going to invite you out for another walk but, I understand if you just want to lay about."

Eva notices the way it's going quiet. She also notices the distinct burn behind those words, and narrows her eyes, fighting the natural blush. She doesn't want people to know he was balls deep inside of her, her pride simply won't let that happen. And so, she quickly changes the subject.

"Not layin' about at all, mate," she says coldly, a little more quietly than before. He's right; this is private. It's between them. It feels... almost intimate, in a weird way, and for once she doesn't care about other people's reactions to her showing off her strength. "Just waiting for you to feel up to it. Don't want you whining about how you were still hurtin' like some excuse when I kick your arse."

"Ohh anytime you want to go Eva" he says "I'll be glad to give you the beating you deserve." Then cause he knows it'll piss her off he steals a french fry off of her plate, and eats it.

"But right now I'm trying to finish my lunch so why don't you be a good little girl, and go wait for me after school" he reaches for another fry, "But you can leave the fries.

Eva frowns and narrows her eyes at him, and when he goes to steal another, she lets him take it. "Because I'm not good girl," she says, with the hint of a growl in the undertone of her voice. "And if you want the fries, you fucking pig, you can have 'em... sitting 'cross from you' made me lose my appetite anyway."

She waits until he's taken one, and reaches down, skinny fingers taking another and flicking it with almost-impeccable aim at his face, watching it rebound off of his nose. Like a child, she grins, and flings another one. "Go on. Take 'em. Not like you're fat enough as it is..."

Nice table manners Eva...stop it" he says as she continues to throw food at him. He tries to dodge out of the way but he's somewhat limited by the bench he's sitting on.

Fine he decides to himself she wants to play it this way he grabs the ketchup bottle and points it at her menacingly. "What do you say Eva would like some ketchup with those fries." He waves the bottle at her half getting up out of his seat.

Eva snorts when he tells her to stop it, and his threat only makes her eyes sparkle in that competitive, daring way that they do. "I fucking hate ketchup," is all she says, and there are a few gasps at the table when she lowers herself in her chair a little and kicks him - hard in the shin - under the table. She MAY have gone for his nuts otherwise, but as far as she's concerned, the no-privates-no-face rule still stands.

That fuckin hurt screw the ketchup Dave tosses it aside and dives over the table taking Eva down, there's a moment of startled silence where the only sound is that of the two enemies rolling around on the ground pounding on each other.