Sayuri
Sayuri's brow rose at his proclamation of 'liking' her. As far as she knew, she had never even seen this guy, let alone met him before. There was no possible way he could like her. All she knew about him was that he was a strange guy she'd never seen before that was walking around the city with a turtle and suitcases and had begun stalking her ... After she had beaten up those boys.
She narrowed her eyes at him and scowled. "First of all, I don't even know you, so how could you possibly 'like' me, let alone enough to want me as your girlfriend? That's just extremely creepy," she said, uncrossing her arms and pacing a bit to the right. She held up two fingers. "And second of all, How can you already be planning what we would supposedly do if we were to be dating? We haven't even agreed on a bet yet, let alone even started the fight," she said, her expression revealing her annoyance.
She let out a huff, her fists on her waist, not about to be intimidated into losing to this boy. "Fine, but on my terms," she said, lifting her bag from her shoulder and tossing it against the wall, where it landed with a soft thump. "If I win, you stop following me and leave me alone. If you win, I'll go on a date with you, and decide then what will happen," she said, looking at him with complete and utter defiance. She cast a glance at her watch. "You're lucky, I have about twenty minutes to spare and it will only take me a few minutes to beat you, then about fifteen to reach my school," she said, returning her eyes to him.
She then dropped easily into a stance, her hands held out as plates. "First one to take the other down wins," she said. "Ready ... Go!" she exclaimed, darting first to the right, then to the left, then back to the right. She struck out with her hands, aiming for the pressure points on his body so as to make his joints grow weak, if her hits were to come into contact with him. She obviously intended no harm against the boy, merely wanting to teach him a lesson.
Kyou
Kyou paused mid-stride to flip open her cell phone, quickly read Sayuri's text, then replied with an 'okay' before sighing. "Of course she'd be running late. The idiot can never seem to get up on time," she muttered, shoving her phone into her pocket. She detoured off of her intended path, and instead of walking towards the school, she returned to the locker room and shoved her stuff into her gym locker, grabbed her wallet and phone, then left the gym. She made her way off of the school ground, phone and wallet in hand, ponytail bouncing down her back, and made her way towards town.
When she reached it, she approached her favorite diner and took a seat at one of the outside tables. She nodded at one of the waitresses - her name being Cheri - and took a seat at her normal table. Not even bothering with the offered menu, she motioned for Cheri to walk over, then ordered her usual - a chocolate milkshake with whipped cream and a cherry, along with an apple pie and a Swiss Cheese with Bacon Grilled Sandwich. As she waited for her food, she snatched up one of the nearby newspapers and flipped open to the Local Sports section, scowling at the pictures plastered inside of it. There were thirteen total and over half of them were of her, but they were all blurry and obviously half-assed attempts at taking a decent picture of her in action.
"How the Hell is this supposed to gain me a scholarship when scouts can't even see what I'm doing?" she growled at the newspaper, the paper crinkling as she clenched her hands.