"Knock, knock." The brunette boy's knuckles tapped lightly against the pine wood bedroom door.
Quinn's head twirled around as her golden curls bounced lightly against her shoulder. Her face, however, wasn't as graceful as her hair. "Go away, Tyler." The Cheerio demanded as she chucked a pillow in his direction before quickly averting her attention back to her English textbook in hopes of continuing her homework.
A sound that was a mix between a curse word and a whimper escaped Tyler Lockwood's mouth as he ducked from the flying pillow. Dusting himself off as he stood back up straight, he ignored Quinn's words and welcomed himself into her room. "Look, I know you're mad at me but-"
"Mad doesn't even come close to what I'm feeling towards you." Her green eyes shot up at him for a second glance before going back to her business.
Tyler stood there in awkward silence, holding his breath, trying to think of some sort of master plan in the time being. Once the light blub hit, he slid onto the edge of the blonde's bed, holding his chest out. "Hit me." The boy simply said.
The infamous Quinn Fabray eyebrow rose as she stared at Tyler in disbelief. "Excuse me?"
"Hit me, punch me, slap me, kick me whatever you want, just do it. I deserve it." Tyler gave a firm nod as he scooted closer to the girl. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, expecting for the worse.
"You're joking, right?" By then Quinn closed her book and had her arms folded over her chest. She continued to stare at the boy in disbelief as she waited for the punchline of the joke to settle in.
One eyelid flew open for a moment. "No, I'm not. Now come on, I don't have all day." His eyelids went back to squeezing themselves tightly as he held out his chin, still waiting for impact.
A scoff flew out from the blonde's mouth. "Tyler, open your eyes. I don't want to hit you now."
Tyler opened his eyes, sighing. "Alright fine but at least give me a chan-OW!" Before he could finish his thought a fist was connected to his nose. Tyler's head threw back before his hands covered his face, hissing throughout the pain.
"Now I wanted to hit you." The Cheerio smirked throughout her own pain as she gripped her right hand.
"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" The boy screamed as he laid down on the bed, still holding his face, yelling in pain. "THAT WAS SUCH A LOW BLOW, I WASN'T EVEN READY!"
Her expression of victorious quickly changed into worried as she got onto her knees and look over at Tyler. Quinn's hand covered her mouth when she swore she saw blood. "Oh my god, I am so sorry. I didn't think it would be that hard and I..." Quinn trailed off once Tyler's cries turned into laughs. Quinn bite her lip as she slapped his arm hard. "You're a jerk, you know that."
Wiping his eyes as he sat up, he couldn't stop laughing. "I think we're even now."
Quinn couldn't stop the laugh from escaping her lips as she shook her head and tugged his hair back towards her bed, ignoring his yells. "We're even."