spoiling for a fight- Open RP

"Hey, what do you assholes think you're doing?"
I flinched in surprise as the purely physical, reactionary rush. of thoughts in my mind got tangled up with recognition. Hers was the last voice I was expecting to hear, I had almost forgotten our conversation of yesterday, but it all came flooding back to me at the familiar sound of her voice.
Thinking about that I got distracted and Clarysage managed to land a punch in my stomach. I doubled over, his friend grabbed my arm, and that seemed to be the moment when Clarysage and his friend realized that the girl was standing there, because our heads turned towards her in unison.
She looked the same. Well-- less wet and more confrontational, but she was still sharp-eyed and red-headed. 
"Teaching this dick a lesson," Clarysage answered, frowning at her.  "Everyone knows he deserves it."
His friend's grip hadn't loosened on my arm, but they had paused in beating me up to look down at the girl. No one else had come up to stop them, everybody was just enjoying the spectacle. It was really weird that she had confronted us at all. Why? What did she think she was doing?
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I returned, my voice just as demanding, even though I was panting. I managed to break free of the friend of Clarysage, who was distracted by the girl. Also distracted by her, I didn't even think to step away from the guys. Was she... was she, like, coming to save me or something? My bruised face started to redden just at the thought of it. I did not need some girl I barely knew rushing to my rescue-- did she think I was too much of a wimp to take care of myself? I continued,"Because I don't nee--" 
"Shut the hell up!" Clarysage interrupted me, grabbing my other arm roughly, but he was still looking down at the girl. "You got a problem?" he asked her, looking down at her kind of threateningly, but mostly curiously.

I got a sinking feeling in my stomach as Clarysage started laughing at her. This could only get worse-- why had she had to drag herself into this? It was none of her business!
"Do you even know this guy?" Clarysage asked, shaking me slightly. I scowled. "There is nobody here-- nobody, who will say that this asshole doesn't deserve whatever I give him."
I made a noise of disgust and tried to wrench away from him. "Yeah, yeah, I fucking get it, Clarysage," I said loudly. "I'll stop taking advantage of your surprising stupidity and short attention span and leave you alone in cla--"
I didn't finish because he rammed his fist into my stomach, but he then let go of me, so I was fine with that. I doubled over and stumbled into the girl.
"C'mon, let's get out of here," Clarysage said to his friend, and they left, shooting me threatening glances over their shoulders.

I snorted sarcastically. "I sure do," I mumbled, gaining my balance with her help, my face slightly red. Now she had to help me stand up too? Why was I so helpless?
Still, there was no reason I could think of that she would want to help me. God knows I hadn't exactly been nice when we met. But this girl-- like she had offered to help me out of the mud after shoving me down there, for some reason she just-- she just-- I didn't even know. She kept helping me out, it was confusing. I really wanted to know more about her.
Anyway she must have thought that I was a complete pussy. I had to fix that.  
I pushed my hair behind my ears and looked at her curiously. "So-- what the hell were you thinking?"

I furrowed my brow quizzically, surprised at her bluntness.
"Yeah well I don't need your help," I returned stubbornly. A moment later I realized that that might be a little much-- she was being nice, I didn't need to yell at her.
"But... um.... thanks anyway," I mumbled, much more softly. I wasn't sure if she heard me or not.
"So you know I'm Linden- what's your name, anyway?"

"Savannah," I repeated thoughtfully. The name seemed to fit her well. "And exactly how young are you?" I asked. I grinned widely, laughing a little at my quip, looking at her face, wondering if she got the joke.  

"Sure," I said automatically. People get fed up when you give long answers to questions like that. They don't actually want to know.
I was slightly annoyed that she hadn't told me how old she was, which is what I had meant by the joke, but on the other hand... maybe that was good. I don't know, did people ask each other how old they were or was it weird? I didn't usually ask people things, if it wasn't the housekeeper or if I wasn't insulting them. I didn't actually usually talk to people much, other than that, and especially not people who just might be around my age. But I didn't know about Savannah. It was hard to tell how old she was. And I was curious about her.
I realized a moment later that I had maybe been studying her too obviously, trying to guess her age, and I quickly searched around for something, anything, to say to distract her from that, if she had noticed. I wrung my mind but nothing came to it except for her question, so I continued as if it hadn't been several awkward moments between my last word and my new sentence. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I said, rambling. My hand went up to my face, and when I touched my jaw, the ache turned into a sting. I wondered how bad it looked and whether my parents would notice. The worst of the fight was on my stomach, though. Other than my face and my stomach there were only scattered, smaller bruises, I was just generally sore and tired. I wasn't even bleeding, though.