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Chapter One
"I'm in love with you, Kai!" the brunette finally confessed, her cheeks burning red. She looked down, thinking she would be rejected when the navy haired teen suddenly raised a hand and brushed a few strands of her dark locks out of her eyes.
The girl's hazel eyes were wide with surprise, and before she knew it, the Russian had crushed his lips against hers. Her eyes welled up with tears when she realized his acceptance and she eagerly retuned the kiss. Kai, not in the slightest surprised at her reaction, moved his hands down to the small of her back and deepened the kiss. They were now fully at it, and the girl, who had initially been so shy and meek, wrapped her arms around Kai possessively.
It was Kai who first broke off the kiss. The girl, a little disappointed that they stopped, gave Kai a questioning look.
"What is it, Kai honey?" the brunette cooed, hoping to coax Kai back into their kiss.
"Do you hear that?"
The girl frowned. "Hear what?"
"It sounds like…..something's rumbling down the hall. Like a stampede?"
"A stampede? Kai, that's the stupidest thing I've-"
BAM.
The brunette screamed and clung to Kai, who didn't react in the slightest.
"Hn, figures you would find me," he said in a bored tone of voice.
"KAI HIWATARI, GET YOUR HANDS OFF THAT INNOCENT GIRL RIGHT THIS INSTANT!"
The shrill voice belonged to none other than Hilary Tachibana, Bey City High School President. She had entered the classroom with a flying kick to the door, scaring the hell out of Kai's admirer.
"I think innocent is a bit of an overstatement."
The brunette girl he had just been kissing blushed once more. "Kai!"
Hilary Tachibana placed her hands on her hips. "Oh, and you weren't a part of it at all? You're partially to blame yourself Kai! This is the fifth time this year I've caught you with another student! Detention after school again, Hiwatari!"
"Fine."
"NO!" The hazel-eyed brunette girl flung herself in front of Kai with arms spread. "You can't get him in trouble. He did what he did because he loves me- it's my fault!"
Hilary rolled her eyes, walked up to the girl, and summarily slapped her. The brunette girl clutched her face with shock. Even Kai raised an eyebrow.
"Snap out of it Melody!" Hilary barked. "Did he (she pointed at Kai) say he loved you?"
"Uh, I…..well, he didn't exactly say it….but I assumed he was going to."
Hilary's gaze returned to Kai. "Well?"
Kai shook his head. "Sorry. I'm not looking for a relationship. It was good while it lasted, though."
The girl named Melody broke into a sob, in which Hilary gave her a sympathetic pat on the back. "There, there. I didn't mean to slap you, it's just that you're the fifth freaking girl to say that and well….."
"There were others?" Melody began to sob even harder. Hilary sighed.
"Way to make her feel better," Kai remarked.
"You're the one who causes these things in the first place," Hilary pointed out. "Anyways, both of you come with me to the head office- you both skipped class, so you'll both have to be punished."
"Are you gonna slap me, too?" Kai smirked.
"I try not to, Kai, I try."
Hilary Tachibana was a girl on a mission. Since entering Bey City High, she was concerned about the school's low academic rating, lack of disciplinary action, and rampant gang problems. As an A+ student, Hilary was shocked at how different Bey City High was from the educational utopia she had originally imagined. The sassy brunette was determined to improve the school, unable to accept the current conditions as they were (most likely due to her crazy perfectionist nature).
"I'd like to begin this student council meeting with a discussion of the main topic on our agenda today."
Hilary sat at the head of the table in the student council room staring at her fellow student council members with fire in her eyes.
"As we all know, beyblading is a popular activity at our school," she began, emphasizing 'beyblading' with disgust. "This "sport"- if you can even call it that- is a major distraction that inhibits learning and encourages gang activity. Beginning this year, I want to ban beyblading from Bey City High. It'll be better for the students. It'll be better for the faculty, and it'll be better for our education. What is it Kenny?"
Kenny's hand shrank back as Hilary sent him a sharp glare.
"Uh, I don't mean to interrupt your speech, Hilary, but I don't think the students will react very favorably if you eliminate beyblading on campus."
"Of course, they're not, but that's because they don't see the benefits like we do. They'll come to accept it in time. Yes, Mariam?"
"I have to agree with our Treasurer, Prez. No one's going to like this- at least not to this extreme. We shouldn't ban beyblading, but maybe we could make a rule that gets rid of beyblading when classes are going on. I don't think anyone would argue with that."
Kenny and the rest of the council nodded and murmured with approval- Mariam tended to be the voice of reason on the student council. Unfortunately, Hilary wasn't as impressed.
"Well, Mariam I can see where you're coming from," Hilary said, addressing her Vice President coolly. "But if we only go halfway on this, the hooligans in our school will think we're pushovers. We'll go from 'no beyblading during classes' to 'no beyblading during classes except those with an empty class period' 'till exception after exception builds up and then we won't have a rule at all. Not to mention people could just fake an absence note and go beyblading during class. No- we have to go all the way."
Suddenly, a flash of red, blue, and yellow appeared in the doorway. "That's what she said!" a voice chimed.
"Tyson! What the hell are you doing eavesdropping on our conversation!" Hilary glared at Tyson angrily.
The blue-haired teen shrugged. "I was on cleaning duty and the door was open. Sheesh!"
"And why aren't you wearing your uniform?"
"Aww c'mon, Hil. First you're getting rid of beyblading and now you're raggin' on my clothes? It's afterschool, for crying out loud!"
Hilary stormed up to Tyson and yanked him by his mustard yellow shirt so that they were almost nose to nose. "Don't "Hil" me, okay? And you're on school campus, so the dress code applies regardless of whether school is in session, GOT IT? AND HELL YEAH I'M GETTING RID OF BEYBLADING!" She threw Tyson back out into the hallway.
"Wait! We haven't even voted on it yet, Hilary!" Kenny said in a panicky voice.
Hilary swiftly slammed the door shut. "Pfft. I don't think that's necessary. I mean, you all agree, right?"
Everyone in the room had an anime sweat drop on their foreheads.
"Right?"
The next day at school, Hilary swore she was getting more stared at by the second.
Why are they all glaring me like that? I mean, it's not like it doesn't happen, but it's so much more often than usual, she wondered as she walked down the hallway. She sighed when she reached her locker- there were other things that bothered her as well. The student council all voted against her in the measure to eliminate beyblading from campus. Hilary reflected upon it bitterly.
Stupid Miriam, I knew she couldn't stop making me look bad, even after elections…..
As she opened her locker, a yellow note fluttered out from inside. Hilary caught it in midair, unfolded it, and read it.
Hilary- meet me on the rooftop during 3rd period.
Hilary frowned- she didn't want to skip class. She turned the note over to find the author's name, but it was blank. She racked her brain while standing in from of her locker, trying to guess who it was, until the bell rang. Hilary jumped, her heart rate going up slightly. It was time to go to her 1st period class, English, but Hilary felt herself linger at her locker. She fingered the edges of the neatly folded note, biting her lip.
What should I do?
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