Wait a Minute, Wait a Minute, Doc...

The flicker of fear in his eyes satisfies something deep inside, like she was powerful, valid at least for a moment. She smiles wider and drops the blade from sight before closing it. She didn’t want to hurt him after all, just demonstrate that she could if called upon. “It’s called being prepared,” she replies.

Allison didn’t get actively mistreated often. That would require someone to notice her after all. So she had no real reason to use the knife on anybody. On the other hand, she had noticed several people gang up on the boy in front of her before. “No problem, after all not many people would call me cute.” she adds, flicking her hair out of her face.

She briefly debates telling him she had stuck someone. Instead, she shrugs, “If someone were to cross me, sure. But no, I haven’t needed to.” She sounds almost disappointed.

» » » There is some sense of relief found when that switchblade is put away, at least Marty found breathing a tad easier. His heart was still drumming away in his chest however, && that likely would take some time to settle down. He’s heard about Allison’s reputation during his short stint at her high school, but he wasn’t the type to judge a person by second-hand information or locker talk. Some of his best friends were made by going against the grain, taking a chance to really find out what they were all about. 

      ❝ Well, I mean, you are-- sorry though, I’ll make sure not to bring it up again. ❞ A small smile is flashed at Allison, just hoping she wasn’t going to take it the wrong way again as he had genuinely meant his assessment && compliment. 

      ❝ That’s, uh, good, ❞ Marty nods along, though he isn’t quite convinced she hadn’t used that weapon in the past to at least intimidate some other jerk or group of ill-tent teenagers given her tone of voice. This town seemed to be full of the latter, at least by his recent experiences.

» » » He doesn’t know Jeanie to be cold-hearted, at least not to him. If anything she had only shown him the warmth of friendship, && something a little more during their little outings. With a small yet impish smile, Marty almost casually slips off his two-tone denim jacket && drapes it over Jeanie’s shoulder’s. ❝ Let me help you warm up all over, then. ❞ He can be something of a Casanova when he want’s to be, even going so far as to gently take Jeanie’s hands in his own && blowing warm breath over them in an attempt to fight off the brisk chill in the air.