What did you just say?!

Markov laughed. "Come on Shay, get over it. I mean yeah, it's sad Jay got locked up but really, think about it, is that any reason to beat everything out of random people." He then got an idea, he knew what to say to get through to her. "You're acting like the people who bully Ivy, I'm sure she'd agree."
 
Shaylah looked away from him when he mentioned her dad. She kept her eyes on the floor and didn't look up. Then she stopped when he said the next part. She didn't want to be like the people Ivy hated the most. "I can't help it. I need some way of getting my anger out and this is the only way I can think of." She put her hands in her hoody pocket and kept her eyes down.
 
Markov thought for a second. "Get a punch bag? As in one that ain't human. I got one back home, how do you think I deal." He decided not to mention the beating of Mark at school. He did deserve it though, he made Ivy cry. no-one does that to his baby sister without punishment. Ever.
 
"Punch bags don't bleed." She shook her head. "What anger do you have anyway?? I've never seen you angry. You're always happy jolly flirty Markov who doesn't have a care in the world." Shaylah loved how he always seemed to be care-free but it was annoying sometimes.
 
Markov smiled. "Please, you think I can be this calm and not have a punch bag? Jeez, with a sister like Ivy I need one so I don't kill all of the people who hurt her in anyway. Though, some boys get special treatment." Of course he was refering to Mark. Markov briefly wondered if Shaylah had heard of Mark but he couldn't be bothered to ask.
 
Shaylah shrugged. "It doesn't work for me. It's the adrenaline I get that makes me happy. Hitting a punching bag doesn't build up any adrenaline." Shaylah walked next to him and grabbed his hand. "Come on. Where is she??"
 
Markov rolled his eyes. "Come on then, she's on a random bench, like usual."
He grinned and started walking in the right direction. It was about a five minute walk so they could talk on the way. "How've you been then kitten?"
 
"How long have you and Ivy been here for?? I've been here for hours and haven't seen either of you." Shay kept hold of his hand and squeezed it.
"And why do you have to call me kitten all the time. I'm not a kitten and you know it." She shook her her head and looked straight in front of her.
 
Markov shrugged. "We got in about five minutes before I came and rescued your victim." HE grinened and squeezed her hand back. "You are too, you're my kitten and damn do you hae claws." He laughed.
 
"So the first thing you did when you got here was try and annoy me??" She raised an eyebrow at him. "A kitten wouldn't use it's claws. I'd have to be some sort of animal which has claws and actually uses them." Shay laughed slightly.
 
Markov grinned.. "Of course I did." he laughed at her. "I didn't say you were a kitten, I said you're my kitten. You never use your claws on me. I'm too pretty." He joped and 'popped his collar. "You know it's true."
 
Shaylah rolled her eyes. "You are so cocky." Then she grinned. Apparently, she couldn't hide her emotions from him so she was just going to be truthful. "I admit it, you are cute. That's not the reason I don't 'get my claws out' on you though." She laughed at the expression.
 
Markov grinned. "Oh it so is. You can't resist my charm." He strutted before breaking down with laughter. "Come on then, what's the reason you can't get your claws out on moi then?" He was intrigued.
 
Shaylah hit his chest playfully. "I don't know and that's the truth. I just don't want to hurt you." She shrugged. "DOn't start asking questions or acting coky again because I will hurt you if you do."
 
Shaylah groaned when she realised he was right. She ran after him and hugged him so he couldn't run away. "You're evil." She laughed as she looked up to him. He was quite a bit taller than her so she had to crane her neck quite a bit.
 
Markov laughed and picked her up as she hugged him, pecking her on the lips. "Yeah I am and you love it." He grinned. "Come on, I'll give you a lift to Ivy." HE put her down and gestured for her to get on his back,
 
Shaylah tightened her grip on him when he picked her up. Just because she had a soft spot for him, didn't mean she liked him picking her up. "You know I'm going to reject that offer and insist that I walk there." Shaylah started walking ahead. "Hurry up. I don't want to go in the wrong direction."

(Soz it took so long.)
 
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