Sarah Reina Kagan | 8♣ (
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[Ty & Sarah] I can take a deep breath now
She'd insisted on finishing out the semester - because, for God's sake, there was only two weeks left, and she didn't want to be that girl who was making up her finals. Even with what Elisha kept reasonably pointing out (at louder and louder volumes) was a perfectly valid reason to be making up her finals. She wasn't going to let Jesse win the battle of public relations, a statement that had had her dad groaning theatrically and wondering out loud why his children were basically his father.
The dads had, therefore, spent the next two weeks at the Park Plaza while Sarah had thrown herself into her NYU classes headfirst and refused to think of anything but Greek Architecture and the History of Urban Design until she'd passed all her exams. Then, of course, she didn't have that to concentrate on, and she was on a plane home with her parents and one very worried older brother.
In Chicago, it was kind of easy to pretend none of it had happened, Sarah thought as she spun in the swivel chair in her dad's study. Not entirely; neither of her dads were going to let her do something like...pretend it hadn't happened, as much as she sort of wanted to do just that. But she sure as hell had no risk of ever running into Jesse. She wrinkled her nose as she caught the direction her thoughts were starting to go - she could transfer to a college in Chicago and get almost the same program. She'd definitely never run into Jesse Vaughn-Mackenzie in Chicago. He'd told her a dozen times that he was amazed someone like her came from the Midwest.
God, she thought, why hadn't she dumped him in the first week? The world would never know.
Sarah shook her head as she heard the front door slam, and spun in the chair again as a way too serious-looking version of her baby brother (she had fifteen minutes on him, it counted) started past the study. "You took your damn time," she said, and half-smiled, half-smirked as he swung his head to stare at her. "I was thinking maybe that Ollie got scared by the idea of Kagan Family Togetherness and the two of you were hightailing it back to L.A."
The dads had, therefore, spent the next two weeks at the Park Plaza while Sarah had thrown herself into her NYU classes headfirst and refused to think of anything but Greek Architecture and the History of Urban Design until she'd passed all her exams. Then, of course, she didn't have that to concentrate on, and she was on a plane home with her parents and one very worried older brother.
In Chicago, it was kind of easy to pretend none of it had happened, Sarah thought as she spun in the swivel chair in her dad's study. Not entirely; neither of her dads were going to let her do something like...pretend it hadn't happened, as much as she sort of wanted to do just that. But she sure as hell had no risk of ever running into Jesse. She wrinkled her nose as she caught the direction her thoughts were starting to go - she could transfer to a college in Chicago and get almost the same program. She'd definitely never run into Jesse Vaughn-Mackenzie in Chicago. He'd told her a dozen times that he was amazed someone like her came from the Midwest.
God, she thought, why hadn't she dumped him in the first week? The world would never know.
Sarah shook her head as she heard the front door slam, and spun in the chair again as a way too serious-looking version of her baby brother (she had fifteen minutes on him, it counted) started past the study. "You took your damn time," she said, and half-smiled, half-smirked as he swung his head to stare at her. "I was thinking maybe that Ollie got scared by the idea of Kagan Family Togetherness and the two of you were hightailing it back to L.A."
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"Yeah, I know." He said, looking down. "Well, if he didn't know before he's really going to know after all of this. And, you know...that'll be an interesting look on his face. I wish I didn't have to go back to school just so I could see it." These past few weeks had definitely given Ty pause. It was the first time he realized just how...separate he would be from his family. When something horrible happened, he wouldn't just be able to drop everything and go.
"What? He got to punch the dickwad and I didn't?" He asked, horrified. "That's it...I'm going to have to go to New York. I'll be back tomorrow."
Though he didn't move. "Did you punch him?"
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Sarah snorted. "You are not," she said, "going to New York. Dad would probably tackle you before you got out the door." Well, if Elisha were home. He was off creating glass - something he'd been doing an extra lot of since they'd gotten home. She didn't have to guess why.
She was silent, though, for a moment. "My aim was...bad," she said finally. She'd thrown punches - a lot of them - but none of them had really connected. She'd been too upset, too shocked, too...too many things. Mostly she'd been desperate to get away.
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Mostly, Ty thought, he wanted to give Sarah something that would help her feel safe again. Self-defense was about the only thing he knew could help with that. "I mean, it would be useful for asshole boyfriends and pricks that don't know what headphones on the subway means."
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She did laugh a little, though, before eying Ty with a knowing look. "And what did your boyfriend do to deserve that?" She asked. "He's already getting the third degree from Papa. He'll get it again from Dad when Dad gets home. Izak was even thinking about asking his intentions." That was a blatant lie, obviously, but it would be funny as hell.
It was true, though, that her fighting skills weren't exactly on par. She'd played tennis in high school because Hadyn had insisted on some kind of regular physical activity, and her asthma had been too bad for track like Izak or soccer like Ty. But it didn't exactly prepare one for defending oneself. Neither did yoga.
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"Izak is so not giving anyone the third degree. And I'm sure Ollie can fly through the storm. He's...charming. And has his own money, so mine basically means nothing." Plus, honestly, money wasn't a thing when you considered where both of them met.
"But...I can promise that I've got some fairly painless punching for you."
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She did wonder a little what it was like, dating someone who didn't care about your money. Jesse's cluelessness was part of his appeal, but it hadn't exactly worked out for her. "You should make him introduce you to his family," she said. "I bet Hollywood is full of stories beyond even what we filthy rich scions of industry can come up with." Her history degree was getting a little weird, at least the twentieth century class. She was pretty sure one of the chapters of her book for the final essay was about their great-grandfather.
She leaned back, though. "Painless?" she said. "You mean, you're not going to let him break my nose? I am touched, Tyler." She tapped her heart. "Right here."