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[indent][indent][H1][color=teal]Kavi[/color] vs [color=565386]Elijah[/color][/h1]
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[indent][indent]As Kavi rested his arm on Sholamlijah’s bed of soft buzz cut hair, he noticed the events kind of unfold around him. The regulars were showing up. Some were loud and others were even louder. You had those who were kind of quiet and reserved that tried to keep to themselves and then you had those who, while quiet in their own right, had a certain volume to them. Of course, those were the nerds - one of whom was now serving as Kavi’s temporary armrest.

 Oh, how he enjoyed this specific armrest. The way the short hairs tickled his arm just enough to provide a feeling of comfort. The way that, despite all of his best efforts, Elijah couldn’t escape, lest he invokes Kavi’s wrath ....which wouldn’t be so bad. After all, they were friends, weren’t they? Or maybe fear was [i]that[/i] much of a motivator. Either way, he was going to have himself just a little fun with the resident Rabbi-in-training.

[color=teal]“It was fun. Had a lot of sex and did a lot of really swell things. What about you, Sholamlijah? Have any memorable moments?”[/color] Kavi asked him, looking towards the school. [color=teal]“Did you hit that nerdy piece of ass that just left? I noticed how chummy you two were.”[/color]

Elijah wasn't sure what he had been expecting from Kavi just now. The young guy was truly a tool in training, and Elijah could only feel his throat closing in his presence. He couldn't help but take a step back from him, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Of course, he was going to brag about hooking up with girls. That's all “jocky” guys seemed to think about. The suggestion Kavi made seemed to set something off in Elijah, and his eyebrows furrowed in frustration. But a redness came back to his cheeks. [Color=565386]”Wh-What? No! Aaliyah is just a friend. Besides, it isn't your business.”[/color] However the thought of being with Aaliyah had now implanted in Elijah's brain, and the red flush only seemed to expand. Shit.

[color=teal]“Well, then you won’t mind if I--”[/color]

[Color=565386]”I-I don't date black chicks.[/color] FUCK. Why did he say that? He didn't mean it. He didn't actually feel that way. But it wasn't just what he said. It was how he said it. It almost sounded like it came out in disgust, and Elijah instantly felt like an ass. He always was the best at saying the wrong thing. It didn't help that his train of thought was not operating correctly, with his enemy standing right in front of him. 

Kavi laughed, looking down at Elijah as he always had done. This time, however, was the closest the teen had come to look at this guy with actual respect. [color=teal]“Wow and I thought I was the mean one. Maybe Aaliyah should hear about this. I’m sure she’d just [i]love[/i] to hear how racist her friend Elijah is.”[/color]

Elijah was fully embarrassed and becoming cross. Damnit! Why did he always find a way to look like an idiot? But he kept a serious look watching Kavi. He didn't like the suggestion that was about to leave his mouth at pursuing Aaliyah. But the next statement seemed to slap Elijah back to alertness. The anger he was displaying shifted to fear. [Color=565386]”N-No! Look, you know I don't-... Besides, she wouldn't believe you.”[/color] Elijah wasn't very confident in that last part. He felt he had really dug his grave now. God, why was he given the family he had? He didn't like these prejudices haunting him so. [Color=565386]”Look, what do you want, Kav?”[/color]

As soon as Elijah had spoken his name, the teen felt a spark of anger course through his body. Specifically, Kavi didn’t like the way that Elijah had said his name as if they were equals. Who did he think he was addressing him like that? [color=teal]“What do I want? Why? Are you tiring of my arm, little Jewboy?”[/color] Kavi pressed hard on Elijah’s head, further showcasing just who was in charge and who was the little bitch.

Elijah was just about having it with this guy, and whether it was out of spite, or out if the pain it inflicted, Elijah swatted his hand away from the top of his head. Probably not his smartest move, but it left a throbbing feeling on the top of his head. [Color=565386]”You must want something if you're gonna harass me so much, you gook-bean picking mutt.”[/color] Oof, there went another one, though this was more in response to Kavi calling him “Jewboy”. When people meant it an endearing, joking way, Elijah didn't mind. But the way Kavi said it, made it sound spiteful.

Well, he [i]was[/i] going to leave him alone. To be quite honest, Kavi was getting quite bored with Elijah. After their brief conversation about Aaliyah, he was growing bored of Elijah’s company - well, at least for the time being. That was, of course, until he actually showed some backbone that reignited his excitement in the short Jewish boy. The fact that he stood up for what appeared to be his own beliefs and, above all else, himself, Elijah, as short as he was, stood up to Kavi. That was something the straightedge teen could respect. It wouldn’t prevent him from showing who really was in charge, but it was something, at least.

[color=teal]“You seem mad, [i]Lilah[/i]. Are you going to do something about it?”[/color]Smiling, Kavi lightly shoved Elijah. [color=teal]“C’mon, show me that anger,”[/color] Kavi kept shoving Elijah, but this time, he smacked him with his open palm, laughing as he heard his hands make audible noises on his cheeks. [color=teal]“[b][u]Do something, bitch![/u][/b]”[/color]

That was the final nail in the coffin. The proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back. The sound of Kavi’s open Palm smacking Elijah's cheek echoed and rang through his ears and soul. An obvious red imprint was left on his cheek, where Kavi had smacked him.

Elijah had never gotten in a fight before. He never broke school rules. He never acted out. But, being pushed around by Kavi was the last straw. This guy always knew how to grind Elijah's gears. And he had it! Three years of being pushed around. Elijah took in a deep, sharp breath, pulled back his own arm, and threw a punch against Kavi's chest. Now, it made a pretty deep sound, his knuckles hitting Kavi's chest. However, Elijah wondered if the punch hurt himself more than it had Kavi. Because now his fist was throbbing. Was Kavi made of steel? Elijah pulled back his fist, realizing his mistake, and clenching it in his other hand. Damn, he let Kavi push him over the edge. Elijah could feel the color rushing from his face. That was a very poor decision.

As Kavi felt the hard punch to his chest, the first initial contact sent just a small wave of force through his body, which in turn pushed the teen back just a foot, causing him to stumble. His first instincts were telling him to react, but he was enjoying the moment of the fact that Elijah had snapped. He threw the first punches. One could argue that Kavi did, but his only fault was the few slaps, which all evidence of those had since faded from Elijah’s face.

“Excuse me, what’s going on here?”

Kavi looked up. To his surprise, it was one of the teachers of King’s Academy. It wasn’t just any teacher - it was Nigel Kramer, the Senior English teacher.

Busted. [color=teal]“Oh hey, Nigel.”[/color]

“Mr. Salvador, are you tormenting Elijah again?”

[color=teal]“No sir. I was just talking to him and hanging around when he suddenly hit me out of nowhere. I am literally traumatized. I thought he was a good, wholesome Jewish boy,”[/color] Kavi’s totally-bullshit feigning of a PTSD tone wasn’t fooling anyone - except the teacher. For someone who had gone through college, he sure was dumb. And gullible.

“Is this true, Elijah?”

Taking in a sharp breath, Elijah simply continued to glare at Kavi, before turning towards the teacher. [color=565386]”He slapped me across the face, Mr. Kramer. Come on, you know the two of us. He always antagonizes me!”[/color] His arms now crossed his chest. He was telling the truth, and he stood confidently by what he said. [color=565386]”I’ve never been known to ‘suddenly hit’ anyone. And you’ve known Kav to be a prick!”[/color] Elijah shot a glare at Kav, muttering under his breath. [color=565386]”Schmuck.”[/color]

[color=teal]“See he just can’t help himself. He’s calling me mean names like ‘prick’,”[/color] Kavi said to Nigel, repeating what Elijah just called him. He gave Elijah a sort of smirk. All the while, Nigel was assessing the situation. 

“It’s obvious you two don’t mix well. I think, from here on out, you should stay away from him, Elijah,” he suggested.

Kavi kept smirking at Elijah, obviously proud without things worked out in his favor. That’ll teach Elijah to think he’s anything more than a little bitch - but that smirk soon faded when Mr. Kramer turned around to face him.

“As for you, Mr. Salvador, I would recommend you stop going out of your way to bother this young man.”

He rolled his eyes. In all honesty, Kavi thought he actually got away with both showing Elijah who was the boss and who was the one that deserved to be picked on. And while he did (for the most part), it seemed that the little nerd had gotten some of the blame taken off of him - which didn’t make Kavi too happy. When Nigel left them alone, Kavi stared back at Elijah. [color=teal]“I’d watch your back if I were you, Abrams. You never know what’ll happen,”[/color] he warned the Jewish boy, going past him as he bumped into his shoulder hard, causing the shorter boy to force a path for Kavi.

Elijah heeded Mr. Kramer's words. Yeah, he would try his best to avoid Kav as much as possible through the year. He didn't need to be told to. But he couldn't help it if Kav sought him out. Elijah shot Kav a final glare as he shoved past him. Elijah brushed his shoulder. As if making physical contact with the hooligan would soil his uniform. Whatever. He needed to get to class anyway. [/indent][/indent]
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