Gotcha! [Juliet]

[Bell Kent]

Okay, what is the best thing to do when you got a girl who seemed a total git to begin with and keep her from becoming even more of a git? Juliet Michaels was Bell's target for the day and he was about to teach her a lesson in respect and she'd have to learn it pretty rapidly. Bell was after her and there was no escaping the speedster. Sure the thought was out there that the bully was turning out to be Bell because he was bullying the bullies.

But he was doing it for a good cause. Then again what was that saying about a road and good intentions? Bell shook his head quickly shaking off his obscene uncertainties and hugged his water gun with fast pumping action closer to his chest. Miss. Michaels was a fire and she needed to be put out. He didn't care how hot she was or how sexy those tight curves were, she was dead meat.

And why was he standing at the entrance to the main office? Why not? Students, to get in and out, passed by the very tree he was standing behind in order to get in and out of the school and he'd done a minute by minute speed to follow her. Okay so he had gotten a tad distracted by the way that bubble butt of her had swayed.

You could bounce a peach on those cheeks... Bell facepalmed and steadied himself against the tree as he waited for the girl to catch up with him where he stood.
"Focus! She is the Enemy. I am the good guy. She will melt with the water. "
Bell wiggled his shoulders against the tree and twisted a little to glance behind him to where those long gorgeous legs were making their way closer to where he was hiding. A groan escaped from Bell.

Oh God. He was about to make her look even hotter. Wet shirts... GAWD! Wet shirts. Yummy... Just as Juliet caught up he jumped from behind the tree into her path, aimed....
"Do you feel lucky, punk ...chick...?"
And Bell let loose squirting at the girl before him. He was cautious enough of her to back away slowly as he emptied out his water gun on her.

[Juliet Michaels]

Another lecture. Another scolding. Another round of you need to get your grades up and we know that you are smarter than this. It seemed like that's all her life was now: school. It wasn't like she wasn't an intelligent person, it was just that she had absolutely no interest or care for her grades or homework. What was the point? She was never going to use any of it. She planned on working at McDonald's for the rest of her life after high school. She didn't think she had a future. Of course, they were still trying to convince her that all it took was a little effort and she could go far with whatever her career was, as long as she got into college. But what was the point? She was just going to die anyways, why the hell would she spend her life doing homework and sitting in class all day and night?

She walked quickly out of the office, pulling a hand through her dark hair. But before she could even think about what she would do with her day, suddenly the heard a yell. Her bright blue gaze veered to a blonde boy holding a water gun. She didn't even have time to flinch and was suddenly soaked by water. Juliet screamed. Loudly.

If there was one thing she was absolutely completely terrified of, it was water. She had never liked it, but when her powers had developed it made her phobia worse. Jovi could walk through rain without fear, but being surprised by it like this crossed the line. Her white tight T-shirt was soaked immediately and almost her jeans, but she jumped out of the way in time to save them. If looks could kill, Bell Kent would be dead. "What the fuck?!" She yelled in his face, breathing hard from the surprise that had sent her heart beating a billion miles per hour.

[Bell Kent]

Bell let out a roar of a laugh when she screamed so loudly he was sure he heard a window shatter somewhere in the distance along with her scream. He was met by a set of crude words screamed at him again and Bell stepped back slightly, looking smug as his eyes scanned her white T. That was totally hot and he was suddenly grateful he'd thought up this idea in particular. He lifted his gun once he'd gotten her scream and blew at the nozzle shifting so he didn't have the fighter stance forcing him to take charge.

"Wow, You look hot like that. You should get wet more often. Thought you needed to cool down a bit."
He'd simply heard a rumor about her particular temper. He'd also heard meta's like her had tempers like hers which meant that he had to take charge and get them to cool their guns a little because he had enough fires to put out with Zac and the other bullies anyway. He was sick of bullies.

Killing the smoke before it turned into a fire would help him in the long run anyway. He wanted to protect the weak. Even if he was going about it all the wrong way.
"You'd better not pick on people... That's all I wanted to say. Great attention grabber...."
He patted the gun, keeping his eyes on the 'enemy'.
"Isn't it?"
She was like Catwoman and he was like Batman.

He was waiting for her retaliation. A slap in the face or a kick or something. It wouldn't be a fair fight if he dodged her retaliation right? Besides, superheroes always made their fights fair ones.

[Juliet Michaels]

Juliet was shaking slightly from the chilly air and being soaked, but also rage at him for doing this to her. She had never spoke a fucking word to him, and now this?! She took a step forward, her eyebrows creasing slightly as he spoke. She looked down and frowned deeply. Unfortunately her white T-shirt and tank top did nothing to hide the black bra she had underneath it all. Bad choice of clothing for today, but it's not like she had woken up and thought that some ass hole was going to blast her randomly with a water gun.

Desperately she dug in her bag to find a sweatshirt or something. She found nothing. Awesome. This was going to be a hell of a walk back to her dorm. Well, I win the wet T-shirt contest. She thought, a glimmer of humor racing through her angry mind. At his next comment she clenched her fists so hard her knuckles turned white. "Pick on people? Pick on people? I don't fucking pick on people!" She yelled, then looked at the 'weapon' in his hands. "You can take that water gun and shove it--" Her rude ending to the sentence was cut off by a whistle by someone passing by. She flicked him off with a glare and turned back to Bell.

Oh god she wanted to slap that smile of his pathetic little face. So badly she could almost feel her hand twitch. But no, she knew he probably expected it and would dodge it. She already looked like an idiot, standing there all wet and furious. Her face turned red with anger and with a flick of her wrist, a blast of wind hit him head on. Enough to knock any normal person down.