"Are you sure you'll be ok?" Connie asked Steven, currently the pair were standing in front of the male's apartment complex. "Yeah I think I'll be fine, I think you're right and my paranoia is just getting the best of me today. Thanks again for walking me home, and despite my behavior, I really did have fun" Steven smiled a bit, although deep down in his gut, he felt like something was......off. "do you want me to walk you up to your apartment if you want me to?" Connie suggested, concerned about the fact that her best friend still didn't feel as safe as he used to. "No it's ok Connie" Steven smiled reassuringly, "but thank you, I'll see you next time ok?" his brown caring eyes studied his best friend for a little bit, his hand that was intertwined with Connie's began to slowly fall out of her grip. "Yeah, I'll see you next time" Connie smiled softly, she then backed up a bit and gave a small wave before turning around completely to head back to her own apartment.

   Stevens spirit was lifted a little, eager to retreat into his home and possibly have some cookie cats. However, his face fell when he realized that his door was open, a his living room light was shining through the space between the door and the doorframe. Did I not close my door all the way? No wait....it's busted....did someone break in? Panic began to course through his body when he realized that both the door and the doorframe were cracked. Steven placed his hand flat against the door, and gently pushed it open, the creaking of the hinges sent a chill to run down his spine as he observed his  somewhat trashed living room. The couch was flipped over completely, his coffee table was also flipped over but one of the legs was completely broken off. A few chairs knocked over, a couple cushions ripped and their guts had been spread all over, as well as a few miscellaneous personal items of his were also scattered and broken. Amongst the mess, Spinel was standing by his living room window, a lit cigarette in between her lips as her pink colored eyes looking out the window, although her focus was settled onto the reflection of a very confused Steven, her bandana was worn around her neck.

   "Spinel??? What did you do?!?!" Steven asked, closing the door as well as he could, but it wouldn't shut all the way due to it being broken. Spinel gave a low chuckle before she removed the cigarette from her mouth, and then she extinguished the cigarette by smothering it on the windowsill. "What the fuck does it look like I did?" Spinel chuckled lowly, her hand slowly left her sweatshirts pocket, and in her hand, the blade of her pocketknife glinted in Stevens eyes. Steven huffed at Spinels attitude, his flip flops were audible in the quiet apartment as he approached her, "Spinel? Is something wrong?" he asked her gently, his right hand coming to rest on Spinels shoulder. Spinels pink colored eyes darted to her right side to look at the male, "when has anything in my life never been wrong?" she growled before turning her body to be face to face with the male. "Listen, I don't know what's up with you today, but stop playing around and just tell me what's made you so angry!" Steven huffed, stamping his foot down as to assert some type of dominance, but really it made him look a bit childish.

   Spinel's left eye twitched, that flame inside her grew larger and hotter, which prompted the maniacal female to push Steven hard. "Oof!" Steven grunted, his back connected with the wall behind him, the oxygen left his lungs when he connected with the surface. The male then watched in horror, his brown eyes widened as he watched Spinel take slow, but heavy steps towards him, and he's never seen her be this terrifying before. "You wanted to know what was wrong?...." Spinel growled lowly, twirling the blade in her hand while approaching Steven, then she roughly grabbed his shirt from the middle and pointed the tip of the blade right at his stomach with the hem of his shirt gently resting on the sharp edge of the pocket knife. "I-I thought I was p-pretty clear about th-that...." Steven stuttered, his body trembled from fear as his brown eyes studied the crazed females face. "So....not a date huh?" Spinel hissed, her pocket knife slowly made its way up his torso, and the sound of fabric ripping apart indicated that her knife was cutting through his shirt. Steven gulped when he realized that Spinel was following him and Connie during the day, and then something clicked in his mind, "Spinel, are you.....jealous of me and Connie hanging out?" he asked, which came out more like a whimper than anything.

   Spinel gave a low chuckle, her pocket knife still slowly making its way through Stevens shirt, "now....why would I be jealous of you hanging out with a bitch like her?". Stevens fear subsided a bit, which allowed anger to settle in, "hey! I don't care if you insult me, but I won't tolerate you insulting my friends, let alone my best friend!" He stated sternly, but he quickly shut his mouth when he felt the tip of her knife directly under his chin. Spinel smirked at the sight, Steven looked so vulnerable to the female, flat against the wall with his shirt shredded in half, especially with the knife pointed right under his chin, "I can talk about who I want to, especially about Connie, and I think you'd agree with me if you knew what I know" she chuckled. Steven blinked in confusion, "What? what do you mean by that?" He asked before gulping a bit, "is there something about Connie I don't know?" he questioned the crazed female in front of him. Spinel only giggled in response, pressing the dull end of her blade onto his body as she slowly dragged the knife down his torso again, "oh yes there is, buuuuuut I made a promise that I wouldn't talk about anything gang related, but I don't like her at all...." She growled. Steven saw this as an opportunity to distract her with a risky question, "is it because Connie is my friend, or is it because of what she does?" He asked. Spinel was taken aback by his question, and she pondered her answer for a bit, "do I hate her? Or is there another reason?..." She mentally asked herself, her guard lowered as her knife left the male's torso. "Well?" Steven asked, his plan slowly working, his face flushed a bit since his torso was exposed. Spinel only mumbled in response, which earned a frustrated "huh?!" from Steven, he just wanted answers and was tired about being lied to, let alone secrets being kept from him.

"I DON'T KNOW!" Spinel shouted, her emotions overwhelmed as she suddenly stabbed at Stevens head, only to purposely miss his face as the blade dug deep into the wall. Steven noticed when Spinel failed at her attempt to pull out the pocketknife, he then knew that it was stuck, and then grabbed her wrist and attempted to push her away. Spinel growled loudly from Steven's attempt to put space between the two, and attempted to punch the male, which ultimately failed when Steven dodged her fist. This resulted in a round of wrestling, during which in Steven tried to blind Spinel by pulling her sweatshirt over her head, however that failed when she basically ripped the sweatshirt off her head, which also ripped the hat and bandana off as well. Then she tackled Steven roughly to the living rooms carpeted floor, and the wrestling continued, and Steven knew that the only way to calm the angered female down was to have her pinned. The next time that Steven was on top of her, he grabbed one of her hands and pinned it down above her head, now straddling her left thigh so Spinel wouldn't kick him easily. However, Spinel knew that her other arm and leg were free, in which she attempted to kick Steven in the face, which also failed when Steven jolted his head out of the way, so she then attempted to punch him in the nose. This time, Steven panicked for a slight second and grabbed her forearm instead, but he then had her arm pinned above her head as well, while her right leg rested on his shoulder. Spinel struggled and cussed against the male, "damn it let go!" She hissed, her pink colored eyes stared intently into Stevens brown eyes. "No!" Steven shouted, his body pressed against Spinels body as an extra measure so she wouldn't escape so easily. "Fuck you!" Spinel spat at Stevens face, which made the male recoil a bit from disgust. Spinel then began to wiggle out of Stevens body weight and strength, only moving upwards slightly before the male realized what she was doing and quickly thrusted his body back onto her body. The fuchsia hair colored female bit her lip and shivered, her anger fizzled away completely and a new feeling settled into her body and mind. Steven noticed Spinels emotional change, and his mind soon slapped him to reality, and his brown eyes focused on the female below him. Spinels fuchsia hair was a tangled mess that was spread on the carpeted floor, her face flushed as she panted softly, and this made Steven blushed heavily as his brown eyes travel downwards. Spinel was wearing one of her extremely short tank tops, and he noticed that she was wearing tight jeans instead of her usual pair of shorts or skirts. Stevens face turned even redder when he realized exactly why Spinels mood shifted, his waist was resting in between her legs, and his brown eyes shot back up to look deeply into her pink colored eyes. So vulnerable, so beautiful, so sexy, and he didn't realize this at first, but Steven subconsciously shifted a little to adjust his weight on the female again. Spinel shivered again from his movements, her face flushed further as she chuckled softly, the flame exploded inside her as she pink colored eyes glanced away briefly. "You have no idea how badly I wanna fuck you right now~" is what escaped past Spinel's lips, her eyes widened out of shock and she bit her lip hard out of embarrassment for what she just said.