[Center][color=springgreen][h1]Paulina Benson[/h1][/color][/center]

[@SomeoneSomewere][@Hitman5455][@Stern Algorithm][@Caits]
Paulina had been groping about the floor for her glasses, only half hearing the angry words that were directed her way, when a hand suddenly darted into her vision and dragged her into the air by the front of her shirt. [Color=00ff7f]“Ow, hey!”[/color] She grabbed at his wrist, struggling to pry his fingers open.  [Color=springgreen]”Let go of me! I'm sorry, okay?”[/color] Pain surged through her hands as the boy’s skin became searing hot. [Color=00ff7f]”Ow, fuck!” [i]He’s hot? Heat powers? Oooh, maybe it's a-no, no, Paulina, not the time![/i][/color]

As she was pulled closer, the face of her assaulter emerged from the blurry background. In any other circumstances, she might have considered the boy to be handsome. Unfortunately, the angry snarl somewhat spoiled the image. “Stupid girl! You have eyes, why don't you damn use them!” 

[color=springgreen]”I can barely see you! Now let go of me!”[/color] Paulina felt a pair of hands pressing into her back, and saw a blurry orange glow near what was probably his shoulder. Was he going to hit her? Panic surged through her, and as she vaguely saw someone else’s arm come around the boy’s neck, she reflexively kicked out, her foot catching him in the groin.