I wasn't too sure what to call this fic, so at the moments it's titled Tsundere. If you don't know what it means, its definition is: A Japanese character archetype that describes a conceited, spiky, combative personality that later on turns to being modest and loving. In anime or manga, its usually a female character who is like this, but males can be it too, but its very rare…meh, just google the word if you want more info because I can go on and on about it.

Summary: Basically, this story takes place during their adolescent years. Chris and his family just moves to Raccoon City and already, he gets into a heap of trouble because his reluctance to move.

Anyhoo, for the purpose of this fic, some of character's age ranges do not coincide with their RE game counterparts or whatever…I tried to make most of it the same, but seriously…meh…the first couple of chapters focus mainly on Chris…so yeah…Don't own nothing, nor do I make any profit or whatever out of these so don't bug me about these disclaimers and such…

Chapter 1: Leaving Home Ain't Easy

Chris stood in the middle of his room as he observed his surroundings. He was in an entirely new and foreign environment and he hated everything about it. The color of the walls, the smell of the air, the texture of the carpet beneath his feet, the grains of the doors; he found every little thing he could just so he can despise it. In a different circumstance, he could learn to like the place, but it wasn't so. He took a deep breath and got up from his bed and began to get ready for the new day that was ahead of him.

"Damn," Chris cursed to get the attention of his father, who was sitting at the table in the kitchen. "I still don't understand why we had to move…and to a hick town in the middle of nowhere? This is bullshit." He said as he threw his bag on the counter to display his anger.

"If you don't like it here, you're welcome to leave, but without my support." His father said as he kept his eyes glued to the newspaper.

"It sucks here." Chris replied. At 17, he should've been passed his whiny, rebellious years and focusing on his plans for the future but his attitude remained the same since his father started seeing the woman that took the place of his mother, which was about 8 years ago.

"You've only been here two days." His dad said in a somewhat less than amusing tone.

"It's long enough to know I don't like it." Chris said as he grabbed a bowl and poured himself some Coco Puffs. "Seriously, how would you like it if I uprooted you from your home and away from your friends?"

"I'd probably be as whiny as you." His father said as he turned the page.

"He just misses Sarah." Claire said as she walked into the kitchen. "Morning daddy." She greeted him with a kiss on the cheek.

"Morning pumpkin. Who is Sarah?" His dad asked as he held his daughter in arms length and examined her in her school uniform. "You look absolutely beautiful." He commented.

"Thank you." Claire smiled and plopped down on the seat next to Chris. "Sarah is this girl he thinks he's in love with." Claire replied cheekily.

"Thanks pea brain." Chris glared at his younger sister.

"Welcome." Claire smiled. She loved getting on Chris's cases; for one, she found him extremely easy to rile up due to his short temper and two, he would never lay a finger on her. The closest case of sibling abuse she ever received was a noogie. She didn't quite understand why her brother was so protective of her, but she feels it was brought upon after the death of their mother, but she was too young to remember anything.

"Claire, are you ready to go?" A woman called from the hall.

"Yep." Claire called out just when the woman entered the kitchen.

"Honey, have you seen my keys?" She asked, referring to the older Redfield.

"Yeah, its on the table right in front of the door." He replied.

"Thanks. I'll see you tonight. Let's go Claire."

"Coming." Claire plopped off the chair and followed right behind her.

"So are you ready for your first day at a new school?" Chris heard her ask Claire as they walked off.

"As ready as I'll ever be." Claire smiled up at her. "But I never went to a private school before. How do I look in a uniform?"

"You look beautiful sweat heart."

"You know, she's been nothing but nice to you. Can't you at least show some effort?" His father brought his wandering mind back to the kitchen. Chris looked as if he was about to respond but decided against it. "Well, you better get going too, otherwise you'll be late." Chris's dad said.

"Why, because I have to walk to school? Seriously this is ridiculous. You're not even married to her I don't understand why we had to move with her just because she got a job here."

"Son, I know the transition is hard for you, but you'll understand some day that you have to make sacrifices for the ones you love. You know, after your mom pas…"

"I don't want to get into this. I'm out." Chris grabbed his bag and walked out. Before continuing down the walkway, he took one good look around and sighed. He shook his head as to clear his thoughts and proceeded to the sidewalk.

"LOOOK OUUUUUT!!!" He heard someone yell from his left. He turned to look but was immediately knocked over by some guy who was going about 13mph down line. Chris felt like a football team just tackled him. His head pounded as he tried to get his eyes to focus.

"Oh man, I'm so sorry. I tried to stop but…" A guy on rollerblades began to apologize.

"It's alright." Chris said as he sat up, hoping the pain in his throbbing head would subside soon.

"I'm really, really sorry."

"Don't worry, it's alright. It's gonna take a lot more than that to knock me out." Chris said.

"Son, are you alright? I saw what happened." His dad came running out of this house.

"I'm fine." He said as he dusted his sleeves off.

"Maybe I should take you to the clinic. You might have a concussion or something."

"Mister, I'm really sorry about your son. I'll pay for the bill if anything!" The guy on rollerblades offered.

"I said I'm fine." Chris said a little louder as he got up.

"Okay, but if you don't feel well later on, you give me a call alright?" Chris could hear the concern in his father's voice.

"Yeah." Chris said as his father went back inside.

"Dude, I'm really sorry." The guy apologized again.

"Forget about it." Chris said as he picked up his messenger bag and made his way down the sidewalk.

"Hey, you're new here aren't you?" The guy rolled after him.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah I just moved here." Chris said as he continued to walk.

"Cool, where from?" He asked as he tried to keep a slow pace with Chris.

"New York."

"Nice. Never been there…hope to though."

"Great." Chris said unenthusiastically.

"Name's Joseph Frost." He introduced himself.

"Chris Redfield."

"Short for Christian?"

"No, the other one." Chris said. He didn't feel much like talking to him, but Joseph persisted.

"So where you headed?" Joseph asked.

Chris eyed him before responding. "North Spencer Preparatory."

Joseph clicked his tongue and scrunched his face. "A preppy, huh."

"It wasn't my choice." Chris said.

"Yep, well I guess all preppies can't be that bad." Joseph chuckled.

"What makes you say that?" Chris asked.

"Well, your first words weren't, 'I'm going to sue you for all you've got.'" Joseph laughed.

"Makes sense." Chris said.

"Hey come on, lets check out Brentwood. Its just around the corner." Joseph quickly changed the subject.

"That's the girl's private school yeah?"

"How'd you know?"

"My uh…my sister goes there." Chris said.

"Figures since you go to Spencer." Joseph said as they turned the corner. "Come on, we better hurry." Joseph skated off.

"What's the hurry?" Chris asked.

"You preps ask too many questions. Come on!" Joseph said.

"If I knew I was going to run into someone rollerblading, I would've grabbed some wheels too." Chris struggled to keep up with Joseph, especially with the nice shoes he was wearing.

"Cool man, you skate?" Joseph asked.

"Not really. I didn't think anybody did anymore. Rollerblade that is!" Chris shouted.

"Hey, it beats running." Joseph said.

"Yeah, I guess." Chris said as Joseph came to a halt and stared into the campus. "So this is Brentwood?"

"That it is my friend…WHOO! I could camp out here all day…" Joseph said as they stood behind the gates and watched the girls enter the building. "Look at all the pretties…" Joseph said with much excitement. "Oh shit, there's Wong. She is just…she has this mystery to her. She is so hot!"

"Right..." Chris said.

"You're not into girl watching?! Are you…"

"You even finish that sentence, I'll punch you." Chris responded.

"Oh dude, there's Ashley Graham, the governor's daughter. I heard her father wants to run for President…She's pretty cute though. I have to admit, I have a soft spot for blondes with long legs." Joseph said.

"You sound like a stalker." Chris shook his head.

"Oh man, there's Valentine! She's…I mean, there are no words that can describe her! I just want to wrap my arms around her or brush her hair and feed her strawberries."

Chris looked at Joseph as if he was an alien. "Is she a Barbie or a person?"

"Okay, I get it, I sound a little too obsessive, but she's just, she's just really, really pretty. Too bad though…she's dating some college guy, or so I've heard." Chris didn't pay too much attention to the last part Joseph said because he thought he was clinically insane, nor did he get a good glimpse of any of the girls he pointed out.

"Well, you can stay here and watch your 'pretties.' I'm gonna go, I don't want to be late." Chris said. Just as he turned away from the fence he bumped into one of the students who was running a little late. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there." He bent down to help her with her books.

"Its alright. Don't worry about it." She said as she looked up and accepted a book from Chris.

"Stalking the area are we?" She smiled.

"Um, no, I was just pas…" Chris began but she cut him off.

"I haven't seen your face around here, are you new here?" She asked.

"Not to this school, no. But yeah, I just moved here." Chris smiled.

"From New York." Joseph stuck his head in.

She smiled as she took in the sight of him. As a woman of 16, she certainly didn't mind what she was seeing before her. She stuck out her index finger and Chris watched as she lightly ran her finger up his chest until she reached the base of his necktie and gave it a little tug. "A Spencer preppy, huh, well welcome to Raccoon City. I'm Alyssa Ashcroft." She put on her best smile, which Chris found rather cute.

He took one step back and out of 'firing' range, before he replied. "Chris…and I really have to get going otherwise we'll both be late." He managed to smile.

"You're right." She took another step forward to close the gap between them. "But it's not like you Spencer boys can't get away with it." She tapped his nose as if it was a button while Chris gave a hearty chuckle. "We should hang out sometime." She winked at him and proceeded into campus.

"Dude, she was all over you! And she winked too!" Joseph said as they continued down the road.

"So?" Chris was not amused.

"Dude, it's a tell. She's in to you." He pointed to him with both index fingers.

"Right." Chris chuckled and tried to ignore Joseph as they made their way to school. It was extremely difficult as he had something to say about everything. He had to endure five more minutes of that until they finally had to part ways.

"See you around." Joseph said.

"Yeah." Chris said as he parted and made his way to North Spencer Preparatory School.

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Chris finally arrived at his destination and stared at the building behind the tall gates. He sighed and proceeded to the gate where he had to get clearance from security. He hated the place already, why his father sent him there was an answer beyond him. The school had a gloomy appearance about it. As he entered through the double oak doors and made his way to the office, he noticed how stuck up some of the boys were at this school. It was probably because their parents were important people. He didn't care though. He would only have to endure this place for a year and he would be gone. After getting his schedule, he found his first class with ease and made it there on time. He walked in and sat down on the first available seat he found. He then closed his eyes and leaned back while he waited for the other seats to fill.

"You're in my seat." Someone said. He opened his eyes to see a blonde guy with slicked back hair hovering above him.

Chris looked around before he responded. "I don't see a name on it."

"Everyone knows I sit here." He said.

"Well, I'm not everyone. So why don't you 'write' your name on a chair elsewhere, huh?" Chris said with ease.

"You're going to regret it." He said in a weird accent that Chris couldn't quite pinpoint.

"Mr. Ashford, would you take a seat already? You're holding up the class." The teacher said.

Alfred Ashford clenched his teeth at the sight of Chris and stalked off to find an empty seat. Chris shook his head; he hated this stuck up place already. The school day just started and he just couldn't wait to get out. Finally, after going from class to class, the bell that signaled the end of the day finally rang. He sighed as he picked up his bag and proceeded out, not bothering to stop by his locker to pick up any additional books for homework. Once he was out of the gate, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He was about to light a stick when someone from behind called out.

"I said I was going to make you regret it." The Ashford boy he remembered from his first class said. He turned around, but before he could reply, another person punched him in the face. Because of the element of surprise, he went down on one knee. When he looked up to see who actually punched him, he saw that he was surrounded by seven guys, some who he remembered from some of his classes such as Alfred Ashford, William Birkin, James Marcus and Nicholai Ginovaef, the Russian exchange student. 'This is ridiculous.' Chris thought as he got up and looked at everyone.

"This is the guy who's giving you trouble?" The blonde guy with sunglasses asked. Chris never saw him before. He had a calm, yet cool appearance and off the bat, Chris could tell that they would not get along at all.

"Yeah, but he won't be for long." Alfred snickered.

"Alright, let's make these quick." Another blonde guy with a scar above his eye said as he popped his knuckles then quickly punched Chris in the face.

"Make him cry Jack!" Alfred said as he hid behind William.

"Get off me!" William said as he pushed Alfred aside.

He shook the stinging feeling away. He was ready to start throwing punches but considering the odds were against him, he decided to take a different approach by verbally pissing them off. He looked at each of them again and noticed how every one of them had different shades of blonde hair. "Are you guys supposed to be the 'Blonde-Boys' gang or something?" Chris snickered when he said that.

"Are we the what?" Another muscular blonde guy with short hair said as he chuckled lightly. "You have a smart mouth don't you?"

"I can't say that I have. I mean, my brain tells me what to say and my mouth just moves…or something along those lines." Chris said as he assessed the situation. 'Damn, there's just no way I'm going to win this fight. I have to make a run for it.' He thought as he looked for an exit.

"Come here you little shit!"

"Yeah, get him Hunk!" Alfred said.

"Your name is Hunk?" Chris began to chuckle. "Well, you look mighty ugly to me. Why someone chose to call you that is beyond me." Chris laughed harder.

"It's a nickname asshole. And you should know that I also go by Mr. Death." Hunk said.

"Am I supposed to feel threatened?" Chris said coolly as he ran his hand through his hair.

"That's it, I'm gonna kick your ass, pretty boy!" Hunk said through gritted teeth as he cocked back his hand, ready to let his fist fly.

"Wait!" The guy with sunglasses said.

"Wesker come on! Let's just kick his ass and get it over with. I haven't had a good beating in a week!" Hunk said.

"You don't know the first thing about hunting do you?" He paused as he shifted his sunglasses. "The predator always plays with his prey before he goes in for the kill."

'Shit, I better do something fast or I'm going get my ass handed to me in a paper bag.' Chris thought.

"Look at him, he's getting nervous." James said.

"Dude, he's not worth it, let's just get out of here." William said.

"What the hell! If he was the one who insulted you, you wouldn't be saying that!" Alfred said.

"Alfred, I'm not in America long time, but you complain always." Nicholai said.

'Screw it! They're distracted, now's the time!' Chris thought. He quickly kicked the boy named Hunk in the groin, then moved to elbow Jack in the ribs. Then he threw a quick punch to the guy they called Wesker and the quickly made a run for it while everyone got lost in the pain and confusion.

"CHRIS!!!!" Wesker yelled.

"Get him. Get him!" Alfred yelled. Wesker turned to Alfred with a menacing stare and punched him.

"You!" He pointed to him, while Alfred cradled his face. "You brought this upon us!" Wesker was about to say more but decided against it. He then looked at his boys and signaled him to follow him.

Chris was halfway down the block when he noticed that they were not going to pursue him. He slowed his pace and took a deep breath. "Damn, its gonna be a long year." He said to himself as he proceeded home.

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Chris entered his house as quietly as he could. He didn't want to run into anybody and have to explain his face. "Chris is that you?" 'Busted' he stopped right after he passed the entrance to the kitchen. "Your dad and Claire went grocery shopping but they should be back soon."

"Yeah, okay." Chris said without turning around. His eye was focused on the staircase, waiting for his moment to just bolt upstairs.

"He also said that your 'package' was delivered around noon. He left put it in the garage." She smiled, knowing full well that he would be extremely happy to open it up.

Chris turned around with a huge smile on his face. "It's here? Seriously?" He said excitedly.

"What happened to your face?" She asked. 'Busted.' He thought once again. "Did this happen at school? How come we weren't notified?" She reached out to examine the cut above his eye.

"Abigail, I'm fine, don't worry." He told her as he avoided her hand. She had a stern expression on her face, wanting an explanation. "Alright, it happened this morning. Some guy on rollerblades knocked me down. You can even ask my dad. He saw the whole thing."

"Fine." She said in defeat. "Dinner is at 6:30. Don't be late." She sighed. There was no point in arguing with him. If he didn't like the outcome, he would go against it anyways.

Chris glanced at his watch and smiled. "6:30, gotcha." He dropped his bag in the hall and proceeded out.

"Shouldn't you change out of your uniform first?" She asked.

"Good idea." He said as he looked at his attire.

"Bag please." She said before he ran upstairs. Chris didn't say a word. He grabbed his bag from off the floor and ran upstairs to change while Abigail went into the kitchen. Chris barged into his room, threw his bag on the floor and changed into a pair of loose fitted jeans, a t-shirt and some sneakers. He then grabbed his leather jacket and ran downstairs and out of the house.

"Chris!" Someone called out before he could reach the garage.

"Damn, I can't catch a break." He muttered under his breath. He turned around and saw Joseph in a truck with two other guys.

"Hey Chris, what's up man. Listen about this morning, I'm really sorry." Joseph said.

"I thought we were over with this apology thing." Chris said, anxious to get going.

"Oh I want to introduce you to some of my friends. That's Forest." He pointed to the guy with the long hair in a ponytail. "And that's Richard." He pointed to the other guy who was in the driver's seat.

"What's up." Chris said.

"So anyway, we were heading to the mall, wanna come?" Joseph asked.

Chris looked at Joseph and to the other two guys while thinking of what to do. "You know, that doesn't sound like a bad idea. I still don't know my way around so it might do me some good. But uh, is it okay if I follow behind you? I need to be home by 6:30."

"Yeah, yeah, that's fine." Joseph said. "Okay, we'll wait."

Chris nodded and walked straight into the garage. After leaving New York, he didn't think he would see it so soon, his black, white and red Suzuki GXSR 1000. Chris couldn't wipe the smile off of his face when he saw it. It was exactly how he left it when he handed it over to the shipping company. It was a good thing too; otherwise words and fists would be flying about. Chris started up his bike, loving the purring sound it made before putting on his matching helmet and gloves. After making sure his bike was warmed up and ready to go, he met the guys on the street.

"Shit man, that's yours?" Joseph asked, his head sticking out of the passenger window.

"What was that?" Chris asked as he lifted the chrome-tinted visor.

"I said you have a really bad ass bike. Not many of those here." Joseph said.

"Oh, thanks." He said as he closed his visor and revved his engine, signaling that he was ready to go.

"Alright let's roll." Joseph said. Richard then put his truck into gear and proceeded to the mall, with Chris following behind.

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"So Chris," Forest said as they stalked the halls of the mall. "Where do you go to school? I haven't seen you at Raccoon High."

"Uh, I go to North Spencer Prep." He replied while he looked around the mall. He was pretty amazed to find a decent sized mall in the middle of this sleepy town.

"A prep huh?" Forest said as he elbowed Joseph in the gut. Joseph held in his yelp of pain. He knew exactly what that was for, for introducing them to a preppy, their worst enemy.

"Dave's gonna kick ass if he found out." Richard said as they continued down the aisle.

"So you need permission from this Dave guy in order to hang out with someone out of your circle? Are you not capable of choosing for yourself?" Chris said as he focused his attention to the stores and the people in the mall.

Richard and Forest became upset with that remark. At that very moment they were ready to cut and run. "Hey, hey." Joseph tried to change the subject. "Hey, Chris, what happened to your head? That wasn't from this morning was it?"

"No. I guess you can say I pissed off some guys at school and they tried to jump me after." Chris said as if he were not a big deal.

"No way, how many?" Joseph asked.

"Hmm, seven." He continued to focus his attention on his surroundings, still deciding whether or not he liked the place.

"And you got away with just that cut above your eye?" Richard asked, the growing animosity he felt suddenly melted away, replaced by curiosity.

"Actually this was a cheap shot." Chris pointed to his head. "There was no way in hell I could've taken all seven of them, so when they were distracted, I threw in a couple of punches and kicks and ran the hell out of there. They were pretty pissed off too." He finished as they turned the corner.

"Shit, I wouldn't have thought of that. I would've probably tried to take them all on." Forest said. He too was curious of that situation.

"Nice, anyway, there are a couple of comics I need to get, so let's go there." Joseph said as he pointed to the comic book store.

"Okay, well I'm gonna check out the music store. I need some new tunes." Richard said.

"Why don't you just download the music?" Forest asked.

"Unlike you, I like to show support to my favorite bands by buying legit CDs." Richard said.

"Okay, whatever." Forest said as he followed Joseph.

"Um, I think I'm just gonna hang out here and take in the sights." Chris said.

"Suit yourself." Richard said as he entered the music store. Chris continued to explore the same section of the mall until he ran into a small obstacle.

"What the fu…" He cursed as someone bumped into him, causing the contents of the cup the person was holding to spill all over his shirt and jacket. Chris was pissed off and began shaking the excess liquid off his jacket. He was about to the blast this person but when he looked down at the girl who bumped into him, his expression lightened.

"I'm so sorry." The girl who bumped into him apologized. "I wasn't looking where I was going." She had a soft, yet commanding voice, which Chris found particularly intriguing.

"It's okay, don't worry about it." He smiled as he watched her apologize time and time again.

"Here, let me help." She said as she began wiping his jacket with some napkins. "I'm really sorry. I'm not really this clumsy, it's just…" She said.

"I said it's alright." Chris said, feeling slightly embarrassed at the spectacle they were causing.

"At least let me pay for your drying cleaning bill." She offered. By this time, Chris had enough of her apologizing. He lightly grabbed her hand from his jacket, which caused her to look up at him; her light blue eyes held an apologetic look.

"Listen Miss, its okay. Really it is." He said. "And seriously, what would your boyfriend say if he saw you right now?"

"My boyfriend?" She asked, somewhat snapping her back to reality.

"Hey what's going on?" Joseph said as they approached them with new comics at hand.

As Chris redirected his gaze to Joseph and the guys, he also noticed a couple of guys a few feet away, pointing directly at him.

"Oh fuck." Chris suddenly cursed, surprising the girl and the guys as well.

"What?" Joseph asked as he, Forest and Richard turned to face the direction Chris was staring.

"Damn those preps!" Forest said as Alfred, Hunk, Jack and Nicholai headed towards them.

Chris saw as they headed towards them. "Um…" Chris bit his lip as he looked at the girl in front of him, then at the guys who were advancing towards him. "Okay, it's alright, forget about it. I gotta go." He said, and quickly ran before she could get a word out.

"Wait!" Joseph and the guys ran after him, while Alfred and the others broke out into a run to catch them. "Chris, we can take them! It's even, four on four!" The girl heard Joseph yell as they got further away from where she was standing.

The girl stood there, confused of what just happened. She then looked down and saw a puddle of her root beer soda. She was about call someone to have it cleaned up when someone caught her attention.

"Jill! Oh my god, there you are!" One of her girlfriends called.

"We've been looking all over for you." Her other friend who wore glasses said.

"I was here all…" She began but was cut off.

"Never mind that! I just saw Jack and those guys running after some guys. 50 bucks say there's going to be a fight in the parking lot! I already saw some people heading there. Come on!" Her friend said as she grabbed her and began to run.

"Alyssa, wait! I have to…" Jill said as she was dragged against her will.

"Forget it Jill, the cleaners will get to it!"

"But Ingrid…" Jill protested.

"Oh come on, it'll be interesting! Besides I've never seen a real fight before. I don't want to miss it." Ingrid squealed.

Jill had no choice but to run with them as each of them held one of her arms. She noticed they were running in the same direction the guys ran. She thought by now that the fight would be broken up and they would be taken into custody by the mall security, but she was surprised to see them still running down the hall.

"Look, they're still there! We might be able to make it!" Alyssa said.

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"Where the hell is the exit?! I don't know where the fuck I'm going!" Chris yelled as he ran.

"There, turn there!" Richard said. Chris took the turn and continued down that path.

"Dude, we should just fight them! Right here, right now!" Joseph said as the security guard yelled for all of them to stop running.

"I can't afford that right now!" Forest said as he turned to check how far away they were.

"Same here!" Richard said as he reached in his pocket for his keys.

"Fine!" Joseph yelled.

"That's the exit over there!" Forest yelled as he pointed to the door.

"Shit!" Chris yelled as he saw the automatic doors closing. He tried to slip through it without getting caught, but to no avail. He banged his shoulder into it and at the speed he was going at, caused the door to come off of its hinges and fall to the ground. The glass shattered in a million pieces, but Chris and the others continued forward, Alfred and his crew hot on their tails.

"Fuck! Holy shit! Oh my god!" Joseph yelled as they ran towards their vehicles. Richard quickly opened his door and started his car as Forest and Joseph jumped in the bed of the truck. There was no time for Richard to unlock both of their doors if they were to make a quick get away. Chris jumped on his bike and quickly started it, popping it into gear and speeding off. "Your helmet and gloves are in the truck yo!" Joseph yelled to Chris as they drove away.

"Just hold on to it!" Chris yelled. He then turned to Alfred, Hunk, Jack and Nicholai and flicked them off.

"Damn you Chris! We're gonna get you! Son of a bitch!" Jack yelled. Chris smirked then looked toward the road. He then popped a wheelie, and sped out of there with Richard tailing from behind in his truck.

"Shit, security, lets get out of here. I don't want to get deported." Nicholai said.

"My car is on the other side, let's go!" Jack said and all of them ran towards the west end of the mall.

"Damn, no fight." Ingrid said as they watched everyone run or drive off.

"Yeah, I guess. But you have to admit, the guy on the bike is hot." Alyssa said as she kept her gaze on the road, hoping Chris would return and pick her up. Jill didn't say a word and like Alyssa, kept her eyes trained on the road where Chris disappeared on the horizon. "God, I need to know who he is!" She said, gritting her teeth from all the excitement.

"I think his name was Chris or something. At least that's what I heard one of his friends say." Jill said.

"How do you know?" Alyssa turned to Jill.

"Well, I sort of bumped into him and spilled my root beer on him." Jill confessed.

"You did what?" She asked.

"Chill out, Lys. Its not like she kissed him or anything." Ingrid said, causing Jill to blush.

"Oh my god." It suddenly hit her. "You said you think his name is Chris?" Alyssa asked.

"Yeah." Jill responded.

"I think it's the new guy!" She said excitedly. "Did he have short spiky hair, with deep blue eyes, well toned arms and a smile that could melt your heart?"

"Um…" Jill paused as she looked at Ingrid out of confusion. "Well, he did have short spiky hair and dark blue eyes." She said.

"That's him, I know it is!" She sighed.

"I wonder what David is going to say about your obsession with this new guy." Ingrid said.

"Why would he say anything?" Alyssa asked.

"Well, aren't you two dating?" Jill reminded her.

"No, we broke up yesterday." Alyssa said.

"A little quick to move on, aren't we?" Jill said before Ingrid could get the words out of her mouth.

"I need to mend my broken heart." She said.

"By hooking up with someone this soon?" Jill said while Alyssa stared daggers at her.

"Jill, by the way," She wanted to change the subject. "How is Scott, your college slash model boyfriend?" Jill could sense that Alyssa was a little jealous or perhaps angry that she raised a lot of questions regarding this matter.

"Fine." Jill answered, deciding it would be best to drop everything.

"I hate to break you two up, but I need to get home soon." Ingrid said.

"Oh sorry, yeah we should go. I need to work on my article for the school paper." Alyssa said. As they walked towards her car, she took one quick glance where Chris rode off and smiled. "I'm going to make him mine!"

Tada! Would have gotten this out sooner, but I'm in the process of moving and unpacking…though I don't think I'm going to since I have to move again in August. Anyhoo, its weird cause I just noticed how all the baddies have different shades of blonde hair…even Jill has blonde hair when she was a baddie! Maybe Capcom likes to associate blondes with villains…I don't know, hahaha… As for The Brilliant Dance, it's currently on hiatus…my brain is malfunctioning that's why…took me forever to write this piece, yikes! Ahaha… its just the first chapter but let me know what you think. Seriously, you have to. If nobody does, then I'll assume you don't want me to continue and then I won't write. So yeah, thanks ^__^