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~Kye Kealoha~

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Kye sat up in his bed, or at least moved to. In reality, he just groaned softly and gave up a second later. His stomach was on fire, at least that's how it felt. He groaned again and rolled over. He hadn't even climbed under the sheets, he had only fallen on top. He saw some blood on his pillow and wiped at his nose to find a bit of dried blood there. He sighed as he remembered finally what happened.

He waited a minute or so before sitting up. He groaned again, but rested his back on his wall so he didn't have to feel the pain of holding himself up for the moment. Kye looked down at himself, still wearing what he had worn to the party last night. He wondered if the paint was still on his face. He sat there, not wanting to move and not really having the will to do anything, let alone get up. His dad was probably downstairs sleeping, or passed out.

Kye finally found the will to get up. If he went out into the water, he would feel better. He didn't know what it was, but going out into the water definitely helped. He stood and went to his bathroom. He turned on the lights to wash the blood and paint off his face when he saw the bruises. He sighed, he hoped that people would just think it was from the party. It was dark after all, that might help with tricking them.

He grabbed a rashguard from his drawer and slipped it on, inhaling sharply when he lifted his arms and felt like he had a broken rib though he knew he didn't. He never had one before and had covered himself up so it wouldn't hurt him as much. Kye grabbed a clean pair of swim shorts and walked downstairs. His phone sat on the ground next to where Kye had dropped it when he was charged. His dad was passed out in his recliner as always.

Kye grabbed his phone and walked out the front door. He didn't look into the glass of the door as he walked to the jeep. He had a black eye and his lip was busted, but he wasn't sure if anyone would notice, that is, that it was out of the ordinary after the brawling and all. He did have a good knot where he had gotten hit with the bottle, but it was just giving him a headache.

Kye disregarded his phone as he grabbed his board and headed down the cliff area. He looked down just in time to see there was a text from Quinn. Hey! I'll be around in the morning to see how you're feeling. Normal spot? Or is that going to be too much for you? :P

Kye sat down, looking down at the phone and letting his board sit beside him while his feet sat in the surf. Sounds like a plan. I'll meet you there. Kye texted back, then stood. He moved back up to his jeep, tossing his board into the back and climbing in. He drove silently, not turning the music on or anything. He silenced his phone at a red light as he drove to the small private beach. Not many people knew about it, it was an islander thing. A little beach area away from the city that had great waves, yet was also just a peaceful place. Friends would meet there to hang out or to talk or to plan something. Lovers could come and have a picnic, and families could come and play in the whitest sand in Hawaii.

Kye climbed back out and ducked into the concealed beach area, seeing Quinn hadn't arrived yet. He walked down to the black rocks nearby and leaned his board against it. He was about to sit down when he figured he might as well wax the board. He leaned it back down and started the task, his back to the entrance. Quinn could let him know when she got there.

He was thankful he had worn the rashguard. Normally, he never wore one, he didn't like them. If Quinn saw these bruises though, she would not be a happy camper, at least he could pass off the injuries on his face, but he couldn't do anything about his back and his stomach. Kye wondered if Quinn thought him to be just a little brother, or the way he thought of her, or if she just watched him because she though he was a cute kid, like most of his relatives.

He didn't really care or mind, about his relatives that is, if Quinn only thought of him as they did, well, he wasn't sure he would handle that well. She hadn't even responded to his confession last night. He thought it was because of the different language, but maybe she just doesn't share the same feelings.

         

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Keo was keeping up the friendly conversation with Mona, occasionally chirping Nate in a friendly and flirtatious way while they brought in the chairs. He was just about to take the rest of the chairs from Nate and let him take Mona to introduce her to the rest of the party when he saw in his peripheral vision, Noa glaring daggers at them.

"Uh oh, don't look now but Noa's spotted us." He was sure she was going to come over and ream him out for his hypocrisy letting a tourist into the party and then he'll get into argument about her sleeping with the enemy. Seriously the guy is hot and all, but his family is trying to buy them out, you'd excuse him for a little bit of caution if he doesn't welcome the spy guy with open arms.

Instead, Noa lured Gray away like some siren and Keo rolled his eyes, "Poor guy." He shared a look with Nate and then explained to Mona, gesturing to the couple, "My cousin, Noa, has the face of an angel but she's like a shark. If I didn't have family who will miss me if I'm gone, I'm pretty sure she'd have drown me by now. Now they're probably going to go make out and scandal all our elders." And a little to get back at me, but Keo didn't say that out loud.

When Keo looked back again, Noa was actually moving away from Gray and heading towards a group of extremely drunk haole. "Don't confront them, don't do it." Keo muttered under his breath picking up his pace to close the gap between them, distinctly aware that Nate was following him. Keo's been around here for endless summers and had a greater tolerance for obnoxious haole than Noa. His way was to exact revenge discretely and at little risk to himself, but this was quickly going to dissolve into a clusterfuck.

As he predicted, after a few sharp words, Noa was getting assaulted by a drunk redhead, quickly followed by enraged frats that were all stupid with drink. On the way, he yanked and shoved one or two boys away trying to get to Noa. Then he saw Kye get in the fight and then smacked with a beer bottle.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Keo roared at the assailant, the sound magnified by his powers like an angry force that subtly pushed them back. He used one of the chairs that still had in his hands and smacked the frat boy with the bottle right in the ribs. He hit another frat boy this way before throwing the chair at a particularly drunk and vicious looking female with alarmingly long nails. She looked like she was going to get up and claw his eyeballs out as soon as she was untangled from the chair for round two when he exerted an abnormal amount of air pressure over the chair to keep her down with just a quick glance at her general direction.

But as he was distracted, a foot kicked his knee out and then an elbow knocked back his jaw painfully. While he was down he yanked someone's foot that was about to kick him and gave a great wrench that fell them with a thump. Most of these guys were flailing with uncoordinated limbs and from what he could see, some of them were even hitting their own friends instead of his family as he got up and thumbed away the blood from when when his teeth knocked into his lip.

Someone must have called the cops by now.