With friends like these...

Steven beats up some of Teen Simon's Bullies at school. Simon is conflicted?
A school in UG:
Timeline: X094
Preceded by --- How I Met your Simon~
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- Sweet hurries outside after school. Steven was going to pick him up at the corner, and the sooner he's out of here, the better. He doesn't expect to get pulled backwards and thrown against the wall by his hoodie, though. He scrabbles against his captor for a few seconds, but they're larger and stronger than him. 
"Get the fuck off, Marcus!" he shouts, but the other boy just laughs. 
"Hey, Square. I want some money for a sandwich, loan me some?". Simon glares at him. 
"No, I don't have anything," he bites, and Marcus retaliates by slamming him against the wall again, making him feel dizzy.
- Steven was a couple of minutes late getting to Simon’s school- his eyes flickered from kid to kid as they poured out of the school, but as the crowds started to thin out, Steven scowled. The brat better not have detention or something- He checks his phone for any messages- there were none. 
"God damn it, Simon." he growls as he shoves past a group of kids, pulls up his hood and ducks through the school gates, scoping for his friend.
- Sweet grunts loudly when he gets punched in the stomach. Someone walks by and he glares at them, but they just keep walking. Dicks.
"Fuck you," he rasps at Marcus, who laughs and shoves him back. 
"Oh, I'm so scared~ what are you gonna do, use your vibe on me?" Sweet flushes in anger. He /could/ use his vibe, but that would only make the other boy more motivated to beat him up.
- Steven shuffle taps, using his newly acquired vibe ability to listen to everything in a 100 metre radius. The bonus was he could hear where people were. The con was that he could also hear everything else- He scowls as all the surrounding sounds pour into him:
Idle chatter, drains, someone peeing on the first floor, someone pooing on the 3rd, someone being punched, and a "Fuck you" that sounded like- He tries his best to pinpoint the location of the beating, quickly rounding a corner.
"Oi! He might not-" he shouts, closing the gap between him and the boys. "But I just might!"
- Sweet had just taken another punch to the face when he hears a voice, and moments later someone's standing behind Marcus, who turns around and is unimpressed.
"Steven?"  Simon blurts out, and Marcus glares at him. 
"Leave us alone, dude. Just makin' conversation." He doesn't move, eyes moving nervously from one boy to the other. One eye was already a bit swollen. 
- Steven points around the hunkering mountain of a boy to Sweet. 
"You see him? He owes me a round at the arcade where I'm gonna kick his butt at Street Fighter 3 but now look at him, all busted up. How do ya expect me ta go full force on him now, HUH?" he stomps over to bully, giving him the stink eye. "You gonna pay me back for it, pinprick?"
-Sweet looks nervous. 
"It's okay, Steve, don't..." he mumbles, but trails off when Marcus throws him a look. Sweet shuts up, but when the other boy's back is turned toward Steven again, he rolls his shoulders a little, sending some of his nervousness to him. As a result, Marcus looks a little shifty, but still pulls off looking pissed off and imposing.
"Why would I? The fuck you gonna do, glowworm?"
- Steven snorts loudly. "
I'll kick the shit out of ya? Make you cry for your momma?" he puffs a cloud of smoke up in the kids face before ducking over to Sweet quickly, crouching down. 
"You aright? Who the fuk is this pinprick anyway? "
- Sweet looks wide-eyed back at Steven.
"Just some guy from class," he says quickly. "Seriously, Steve, it's okay-" he starts, but Marcus -getting increasingly nervous- interrupts him.
"H-hey!" he yells. "You want a punch too, or what?" Marcus threatens him, but it sounds a bit desperate.
- Steven stands up to his full height and looks over his shoulder with a glare. 
"Come and try it, *punk* " he spits, his vibe flaring up momentarily causing his eyes to burn bright. "Come and punch me. Or better yet, get all your little goonsI I know you have stashed and all come at me at once since I am sure that is your style, you little shit."
- Marcus bristles, and raises his hand, which is suddenly on fire. 
"That's his vibe," Simon explains hastily, warning Steven. The other boy is breathing fast and doesn't really dare to look Steven in the eye. 
"What's your business sticking up for this square, anyway, huh? Is he your boyfriend or something?"
- "Pfft, Fire? Am I supposed to be afraid of that?" Steven rolls his eyes as he pulls Sweet to his feet.
"Oh yes, because if a friend ever stands up for another friend, they must be gay~ ooooh Simon my mad homo love is what is wanting to protect you right now~" he paps Simon all over his shoulders,
laughing loudly.
- Marcus is the picture of rage behind Steven, and raises his fire-hand before it shoots out to punch the guy.
- Steven hears the boy coming and grabs Sweet, pulling him with him in a one-sided waltz as he side-steps, dodging the punch.
"I think this guy wants to dance with us~"
- Sweet is stunned and stumbles along for a few seconds before automatically falling into the waltz steps with Steven. Marcus stumbles as well when his punch throws him forward, and looks very disoriented before roaring in frustration, throwing another punch. 
- Steven winks at Sweet as he ducks under the punch, tripping Marcus up as he passes by. 
"So, apart from this fucker, how was your day?" he asks Simon casually, swaying to the imaginary beat in his head.
- Sweet laughs nervously and says: "Uh, pretty boring as always," while Marcus shrieks: "Hey! I'm trying to fight you here!" 
Dancing with Steven made it easier for him to send the nerves, and Marcus keeps looking like he wants to run away.
- Steven spins Simon as Marcus whizzes by again. 
"My day was fantastic, I almost got my head caved in by some falling debris haha." he peers over his shoulder, smiling charmingly at Marcus. "I am charging up my vibe, silly~" he winks and laughs extremely reservedly, before cracking up properly.
- Sweet looks worried for a bit. He was wondering where Steven lived, exactly. He glances over at Marcus, who is currently raising his burning fists in a boxing-match position. His ears have caught fire, as well.
- Steven takes ahold of Simon as his feet pooled in his legs and jumps, launching him and Simon to the gate, laughing heavily.
Hahaha did you see his ears? HAHAHA." He slaps his knee before turning to his friend, tears in his eyes. "Get out of here while you still can. It's about to get 'Physical~ Physical~' up in this here." he rolls his shoulders, shouting to Marcus. "Oi, pinprick. Over here!" he grins, pushing Simon away.
- Marcus comes rushing around the corner and charges at the smarmy little prick who's been giving him the slip.
- Steven looks about- Good. There were several kids still hanging about- This way, he could send a message to the rest of the bullies and pricks in this school. 
"Pfft. If you insist." He spins before launching himself in the air. He twists and turns before planting a heel kick while landing in the splits- to the ground just in front of Marcus. There is a slight rumble before the ground cracks beneath them and then caves in, leaving a several foot hole in the ground.
- Marcus wobbles harshly when the ground cracks beneath his feet, one foot on every side. He wheels his arms for balance, and sighs with relief when he finally finds it. 
"Fuck!" he exclaims. He charges forward and throws a hard punch. They're starting to gather a crowd.
- Steven slides back onto his feet, dodging and ducking under the other's punches, not making a move to hit him back. 
" Are your dance moves as 'slick' as this?" he snickers as he slides forward, slamming his palm into Marcus's chest, firing a wave of bassy vibe, sending the boy flying. "I hope they aren't."
- Marcus grunts when he hits the ground, gasps sounding from the crowd around them. 
"That's it!" he shouts, and jumps up, starting to dance in jumpstyle and flaring up completely. He launches himself at Steven.
- Steven very being starts to hum as he begins to tap, his vibe humming loudly around him. He inhales deeply as Marcus head straight towards him. 
"Stupid." he two steps out of the way, his vibe absorbing the heat from the flames as they lick his skin- "At least be a little-" he spins on his heel, slamming his elbow into the boy's ribs. He doesn't stop as his body continues to twist and lands another punch in the same place, grimacing when he heard a loud crack. “Less hot-headed as this.”
- Sweet gasps along with the crown when the crack is heard. He turns the corner, observing.
"Steven..." he begins quietly, but isn't heard over the crowd starting to take sides. Marcus grunts in pain and falls on the ground, but manages to grab Steven's leg, setting his pants on fire.
- Steven grits his teeth as the flames lick and engulf his leg, his vibe making a good job of not damaging his skin too much- he can feel it only blister slightly under the unbearable heat. He uses his free leg to kick Marcus a few feet away from him. 
"Man, I liked these pants." he laughs, making no move to put out the dying flames as he raises his foot in the air and drop heel kicks the boy, the earth underneath shattering from the impact.
- Sweet looks at this scene until the drop heel kick, after which he starts moving quickly, pushing his way through the crowd. He reaches the small open circle in the middle just in time to see Marcus, moaning on the ground, on a low simmer. He approaches Steven, carefully not touching him. 
"Steven, that's enough!" he yells over the crowd. "Stop it!"
- Steven rolls his shoulders, his vibe absorbing the last of the heat from the flames. He pops his collar, kicking the boy one last time before looking at Simon. 
"Fine." he shrugs as he shoves his hands in his pockets and begins to walk. He turns to Sweet, looking as if nothing happened. "We're still going to the arcade, yeah?" he grins as the crowd parts for him.
- Sweet looks torn between following Steven and checking if Marcus wasn't, like, dying or anything. He quickly bends over Marcus, asking him: "Are you okay?" 
Marcus stared up at him in obvious pain, but still spat blood onto his shoes. Simon nods, and turns to run after Steve, catching up clumsily.
- Steven waits for Sweet to catch up, pokerface still on. It doesn't slip until they get a few blocks away before Steven has to sit down and look at his leg.
"Hmmm, that bastard did a real number on me." He scowls, pulling the remains of his pants leg. He concentrates his vibe in his fingers and cuts the other leg so now he has shorts. "You ok?"
- Sweet prods at his eye, hissing at the pain. 
"Eye smarts a bit, but I'm fine for the rest..." He's purposely walking a few feet away from Steven, a bit scared. "You didn't have to do that," he mumbles. "I'll get in trouble..."- "Don't worry. This is just Phase one." Steven smiles brightly, even though he does notice his friend is a little awkward. "You scared I'm gonna hurt you too?" he laughs humorlessly, getting to his feet. "Why wouldn't I do all that? I'm your friend. Of course I would have helped."
- Sweet still looks a bit nervous. Steven doesn't seem to mind that he just injured a boy. 
"What do you mean, 'phase one'?" he asks, dreading the answer. "You really hurt that guy..."
-Steven waves a hand. 
"Don't you worry about that- And how many times did he hurt you?" he prods Simon lightly in the chest. "What did he beat you up over? Over nothing worthwhile probably, just because he can! Fukkin Prick." 
- Sweet grimaces. 
"Well, he might have like, a broken rib or something. Or a fractured skull. Don't you worry about that?" He scuffs his feet. "It's always because I'm a square. I'm really not, though, you know that. Back then, I was the one who was making him nervous... it didn't help much, though. But he didn't deserve what you did..." He's surprised at himself.
Normally he would fantasize about beating up guys like Marcus, but now that it actually happened... he realised that Marcus was just another person. Maybe he'd needed a bit of a scare, but Steven went a little over the line.
"I'd prefer it if you didn't do that... for me. I don't want to be responsible for shit like that." 
- Steven scowl intensifies as Simon continues to talk. "He had 3 broken ribs." he growls, not understanding why Simon was acting like this. 
"Fuck you man. You may be ok with being kicked around over dumb shit that dont even matter, but I sure as hell aint gonna watch and do nothin about it.." He kisses his teeth. "I dont care if I get burnt to a crisp, I'm still gonna look out for my friend..s.." he shoves his hands in his pockets and storms off.
- Sweet raises a hand and calls after Steven, but lets him go. Only now the pure amazement that someone had done this, /for him/, hit him. He barely even knew Steven, but he would get his leg burned and beat a guy up for him. That means something, he guesses.
- Steven angry stomps all the way to a vendy and heals up BT
- Sweet does the same before going home. His eye is still slightly reddish, but his mom just asked him if he hadn't slept well.
- Steven hisses as his skin starts to crack and fizzle back into place, seeping glowing orange fluid as it does. He always hated Vendy machines, but they got the job done.
- Sweet sends Steven a text before going to bed. >>srry bout wot i said, thx for helping me out
-Steven rubs his eyes tiredly, staring at his phone. >> Whatever. Night.Category:Steven
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