1. Annoyance

His words constantly rang through the inner depths of her mind.

As the brunette trotted along the sidewalk, she muttered to herself. "Who does that green-headed freak think he is? Telling me I've got no style; I'll have Squirtle freeze off his smirking face with an Ice Beam!" Smiling, she continued ranting. "You know, I could always burn off his hair with Combusken's Overheat! It'll be a perfect imitation of a forest fire!"

The paved concrete abruptly ended, bringing May to a sudden patch of land that was covered in grass. She narrowed her eyes at the abundant amounts of plant life. "Stupid Grasshead."

The blowing wind breezed through each individual blade of grass, making the landscape seem like a waving sea of verdure. The sun shone behind May, elongating her shadow and overcasting it on the several sprouts overhead. Staring forward with a dumbfounded look on her face, the brunette had one simple thought in her head comprised of one simple word. Pretty…

She was so entranced by the peaceful environment around her that she didn't hear the muffled sound of footsteps behind her.

"Thinking of me?"

May rotated her body around immediately and glared at the smirking figure in front of her.

"I mean, it's just that—" he flipped his hair, "—you seemed so absolutely captivated that you must've…" the chartreuse-haired boy continued, but May simply ignored his self-praising words, clearly annoyed by his presence.

She cut him off. "What are you doing here, Drew?"

The boy gasped, as if surprised by something. "You remembered my name! I feel so honored!" he said, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Well, if you must know, I'm here for the Pokémon Contest. Aren't you?"

May stared at him with a blank look on her face. She looked at him intently with the words "Pokémon Contest" repeating themselves over and over again in the back of her mind. She ran off in a full sprint. Shoving Drew out of the way, she yelled a certain string of words that we would remember all too well.

"Oh, Arceus, I forgot!"

After growing weary, May had simply started to walk in fast strides around the city asking strangers for directions on how to get to the Contest Hall. However, even after asking multiple people for navigation help, she got lost.

And, of course, she was greeted yet again by Drew.

"Lost, now, are we?" He raised an eyebrow at the tired brunette who had most likely grown too tired to even come back with a smart retort. "He pointed in the opposite direction she was facing and quickly looked over at his watch. "You have two minutes before registration is closed."

As soon as he finished speaking, she took off in another run.

Drew murmured something quietly under his breath as May had started to disappear under the horizon. "Looks like I know who not to trust with directions…"

The Contest Hall was filled with a serene silence.

One of the workers at the front counter went over to the other worker and said, "I think that's all of the participants for today's contest!"

The other employee walked out from behind the counter and stared up at the hanging clock in the center of the room. She nodded in agreement and smiled. "It's 12:02! We better start setting up the stage for the first round appeals!"

Just then, May flew through the glass entrance and slammed her hands down on the marble counter. There was no hesitation. "Is it too late to enter?" she questioned with a fierce, firm voice.

"Sorry, but registration ended around two minutes ago." With that said, both of the employees left in order to start arranging for the soon-to-start contest.

The brunette groaned and fell back, face-first, onto one of the puffy red chairs.

A couple of minutes later, Drew walked into the room. He noticed May sulking in one of the few chairs and rapidly came to a conclusion. "Didn't make it, did you?"

May attempted to shake her head, but her face was covered with the chair material's smooth surface. Drew noticed the gesture, though. He sighed, but a smirk was plastered onto his face immediately afterwards. "Now you can watch me win the contest," Drew spoke with arrogance. "Maybe you'll learn a thing or two from it."

The brunette exhaled sharply and glared at the smirking chartreuse-haired boy standing behind her. She stood up, walked over to his side, shoved him down to the floor, and promptly sat on him. There was a look of triumph splattered all over her face. "Why would I need help from someone like you?"

"Well, if you happened to accept my help, then maybe you would be less violent," Drew responded with a twitch of annoyance. After all, his face was pushed up against the hard, tiled floor.

"Nah," replied May, smirking. "Provoking people is more fun."

A/N: ... This was a short chapter. My writing feels kind of rusty, though. I'll have to work on that. XD

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