The Oblivious

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade. But if I did...*smiles evilly* Oh oh and I took a reference from 'Scream' and I don't own it either. So...apart from the plot, nothing really is mine. O.o *sighs*

AN: Alright. So I'm back! I'd like to thank all of those who've reviewed and have added this to their favourites and alerts. I'm really happy that the first chapter got a positive response from all of you but I'd still love to see what you people think I should do. I mean, reviews help me improve. Even if I'm going off track a bit, I can make the corrections that will make my story better. Anyway...

Warning: Minor cussing/references... O.o

Just to avoid confusion...

"blah" – talking

'blah' – texting

blah – thiking

Chapter 2: That Student

Tyson spend the rest of the night in awkwardness. After Hilary had left, Kenny tried to act normal but eventually ended up blushing and stuttering whenever he was 'working' on his laptop. One might think he found it...erotic...Tyson's flirting, that is but that was not at all the case. He was going red from trying to hide his laughter and he was stuttering because well, he couldn't bring himself to speak normally just yet. He'd laugh directly at Tyson if he tried and let's just say Tyson had a nasty headlock.

Max was acting normal but he was a very bad actor. He tried his best to lighten up the mood and even though Tyson was okay by then, he nagged. No matter how much Max would try to deflect the tension away, it would just not go away.

Probably because of Kai. He was quieter than usual. Grumpier than usual. He barked out orders during training. He normally did so but this bark was more like a quieter version.

That was scary.

Now, Kai was scary but this was just another version of Kai that put even the quietest of psychotic killers to shame (Some would say something like 'calm before a storm' but you just imagine a 'Hello Sydney' moment).

Even after they had left, Tyson still nagged about the incident with Hilary (in his head, yeah but a nag was a nag and it was still pretty annoying). Gramps was no fool to let the redness in Tyson's cheek go unnoticed and he didn't. He asked. Tyson lied. And hence the mental nag session.

But the point was—Tyson spend the night in awkwardness. Which he hated. Which he had to make up for. With Hilary...

Shit.

Max was sitting on his bed. He just had a delicious round of breakfast and was currently enjoying his vacation by reading a comic book. It was perfect. The gentle not-so-early-morning sun rays basking his room, the sweet summer breeze caressing his hair, the quietness of the whole neighbourhood—nothing got better than that.

"BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP! S-M-S!"

Jinxed!

He was startled at the sudden outburst of the loud tone (he set it...don't judge him!) and picked his cell phone up just in time to see Tyson's message in the notification bar.

Isn't he in school? He thought warily before reading the text.

'Maxie, bored.'

Max giggled. That was so Tyson. It was what? Barely ten minutes since his classes had started and he was bored already?

Oh well!

Max had nothing to complain about (Who does? It's texting. Texting!) and started typing his reply.

'Thank goodness! I was beginning to wonder.'

At class, Tyson huffed. That was such a lie. He was serious in class...sometimes...whenever the teacher kept him in class.

'Shut up! Dude they're still not normal. Kenny is still going brainiac on me and Hilary is doing the Kai.'

Doing the Kai? Max sniggered. Thank GOD the team captain wasn't around.

'Aww well, I guess you should go and say sorry to her.'

'But it was just a joooooke! Friends joke all the time. She is so tight- GOD!'

Max's eyes bulged out at that. He almost burst out laughing but decided against it. (No comic was that funny. Max's dad wasn't an idiot.)

'TIGHT? Don't you like 'TIGHT'?' He replied with a 'wink'.

What? Error! Error! Bad thing to say! Thought Tyson, flustered and turning red immediately. Of course Tyson understood Max's reference. He was no idiot when it came to these things.

'Dude, perversion!' He typed it out fast, hoping that no one would notice the blush creeping on to his cheeks. Especially the teacher. (He could use an attendance by now. It had been so long since he got one in that class).

'And it's Hilary! She only has an attitude which is tight. You'd be an ass to even think about THAT.'

'You told her about THAT. So does it make you a jackass then?'

"A JOKE! Why are you people taking it so seriously?" Tyson sighed deeply, only to realise that he had the whole class watching him standing up and say it in the face to the teacher who was in the midst of explaining something.

Before Tyson's insult, that is. Now, he simply stood and stared at that insubordinate student, mouth hanging ajar.

"...Oops..."

"Mr Granger," the teacher spoke after a while with a solemn voice.

Oh no here it comes!

Tyson cringed. He dreaded that sentence. It never turned out to be good for him.

"This kind of insolence will not be tolerated here."

Please please please God! No. I need this attendance; I don't want to pay a fine. Please don't let him finish that!

"If you find this class boring and utterly nonsense—"

No no no! I don't. It was an accident! Dude c'mon! Just let me stay for this one.

"—then by all means, please leave and let the others catch up to your brilliant intellect."

"But—"

"Please go out."

"But—"

"Go. Out."

Eventually, Tyson complied and started to exit the room. Some 'tsked'; some did mock 'Oh noooooo' but that was a regular routine by then. While Tyson passed Hilary's desk (front row seat—nerd!) he saw her looking at him with disapproval before turning away.

Tyson mentally sighed. She was still mad at him.

But it was just a joke...

'HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!'

Max couldn't keep it anymore. It had happened again. Tyson was thrown out of the class again and this time, it was just plain and simply awkward.

He could just imagine Tyson roaming the hallways and sitting on the stairs as he texted him. Tyson was a trouble maker—that much was known by all. But to be regularly thrown out of class—especially since he had only four 'presents' over the last two months of class—now that was what 'epic' was.

This was just not his week.

Still, he sympathised the poor guy. Very soon, in the eyes of that teacher of his, Tyson had gone from 'a student' to 'that Student' and it wasn't all Tyson's fault. He was having a very rough time.

'Don't worry. You're a regular. He knows how you are right?' He replied to one of Tyson's texts. 'He won't take you to the principal's office.'

At that, Tyson deadpanned. What a reputation he had built for himself! (He was proud of it too, weirdly.)

'Right. Whatever. So you still think, I should go and talk with Hilary? She'll rip my head off.'

'No she won't. Babes are usually soft within.'

'Deep within in case of Hilary.'

'Right but still. I'm sure if you lay it smoothly and genuinely—'

Max erased the 'genuinely' word. Tyson was genuine enough...and 'sides, he'd screw up again pretty soon. Contradiction. Not good. (No he's not a horrible friend. A practical one.)

'—smoothly, she'll understand you didn't mean it.'

Tyson thought it over. Max had a point. He'd talk with her as soon as the class ended. He definitely would. He was pulled away from his thoughts at another text from Max.

'Oh and Tyson, please be in time for practice.'

He read it, but didn't understand. He was always in time for practice (well, mostly) and Max never had to remind him of that.

Why start today?

'Yeah...but why? Is everything okay?'

'Umm...almost. Yeah. Kai's just not in a good mood.'

'When's he ever?'

Point.

'Yeah, but...he's grumpier than usual. I think he didn't like how you treated Hilary.'

Tyson quirked a brow.

Eh?

'Chivalrous bastard.'

'Umm...maybe you should talk with him too?'

There was a long pause from Tyson's side however, when he saw an 'Okay', he felt somewhat relieved.

It was an odd request—Max knew it. However, Kai's reaction was odd too and even though he didn't show it, Max was sure it had something to do with Tyson's comment the other day.

Chivalrous bastard. A small smirk crept on to his lips. It just could be...there was the tiniest possibility—

Hmmmmmm.

AN: This mostly had Tyson-Max interaction. But I'm getting there. Now, about Tyson's reputation in class...well, let's just pretend if a student has a very low attendance in some class, he'll have to pay a fine for it. And Tyson's teacher if a fic!version of our teacher. She's annoying, doesn't teach well yet cancels attendances if someone doesn't (pretend to) listen to her. Yours truly has had only one attendance since the last week of January because of that (though, I'm nowhere near Tyson in this matter XD). In February, she was absent due to some personal reasons but...one attendance. If it's low enough, I might have to sit for her 'clearance test'. Ooooh I hate her. DX

Anyway, next chapter will have drama and I'll work on it pretty soon. Please review on this one. I'd love to hear what you think.

Till then~

C'ya!