Hello, everyone! I'm back with another chapter!

The only reason I posted this so quickly was because it was already published in the other website with the first chapter (before they got deleted, of course). I just fixed some stuff so it would be a better read. I hope you enjoy it!

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May couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"Is that Natasha and Drew?" Dean narrowed his eyes. "I didn't know they were here, making out no less."

But May didn't hear a word he said. She clutched her chest, caught off-guard by a pain that choked her.

"I-I'm sorry," May turned away. "I-I gotta go."

"What?" Dean blinked. "Hey, May!"

He reached out for her, but she ran out of sight.

After seeing May run, Drew shoved Natasha off.

"Wha?" Natasha stood agape. Drew gave no response and walked away. "Wait, where are you going?"

Drew still didn't respond. Natasha watched dumbfoundedly as he disappeared to the shadows. She huffed in irritation, and then turned to Dean, who was approaching her.

"What was that about?" he demanded. "And why didn't you tell me you were going out with Drew?"

Natasha flicked her hair, her black locks momentarily suspended in air.

"It doesn't concern you," she said.

Dean frowned, but before he could say anything, Natasha started walking away. "Where are you going now?" he asked.

"Home."

Dean eyed her suspiciously as she disappeared from sight. Something's going on, he thought. But he only sighed and turned to the Pokémon Center.

He'll find out what was happening later, he decided. He had something else to deal with first.

Drew clenched a fist before punching a light post.

What was he thinking? He growled. Did he really just kiss Natasha? How could he be so stupid?

But then he remembered the blush on May's face when Dean gave her a rose. He remembered the way she took the flower and inhaled its sweet aroma.

Drew felt his blood boil. Never before had he felt such rage.

When Drew stormed out of the restaurant, he felt like he lost a battle. What made it worse was that he didn't fight back. He was beaten mercilessly to a pulp, and he accepted it without a fight. So when May and that stupid man walked out of the restaurant, happy and disgusting, he pulled Natasha in. There was no passion, no sparks, but he didn't need them to be there. He just needed May to see them, see that he was capable of being with another woman as she was with another man.

Drew stopped, frozen on the sidewalk. He remembered the way May ran when she saw them. He couldn't see her face, but he knew she was upset. He had hurt her, he realized. He hurt May.

He shook his head. But wasn't that the point? She hurt him first. She started it. Not only did she go out with Dean, she rubbed it in his face.

But did May really do such a thing? Was she even capable of doing such a thing? If there was anything Drew knew about May, it was that May was so sweet and trusting, it was sickening. That was how she attracted jealous enemies like Harley and Jessie. She was too naive for her own good!

Maybe that was why she agreed to go out with Dean. She probably thought he was a nice guy. Well he wasn't! There was no way he could be! May may be pretty (and sweet, and cute, an-), but there was no way any guy would approach her unless they wanted to hurt her. The only guy May could trust was him, Drew, because he would never hurt her.

...Until tonight.

Drew groaned. He kissed Natashe because he wanted May to be in pain. And for what? To even the pain she didn't intentionally give him?

It couldn't end like this, Drew told himself. He had to apologize.

Drew turned around and headed for the Pokémon Center.

Dean knocked on a wooden door.

"May?" He knocked again. "May, it's me, Dean. You in there?"

She was definitely in there, Dean told himself. He could hear her sniffling.

He knocked again and waited. When seconds turned to minutes, Dean sighed in defeat. He was about to walk away when the door finally opened. May was slouching under the doorway, her eyes red and puffy. Her hair was tangled, and her face was streaked with mascara.

"May," Dean gaped, "what happened to you?"

May shook her head. She was about to close the door, but Dean held it open.

"I-I'm sorry for running a-away like that," May told him. "I don't know w-what came o-over me."

Dean's eyes softened. "Don't worry about it," he took her hands. "Let's find out together."

Dean gave her a smile and pulled her into the room. May hesitated at first, but eventually let him guide her.

"So what's bothering you?" Dean asked as they sat on the bed.

May sniffed. "I don't know."

Dean eyed her closely. It made May cringe, but he kept his gaze.

"Things were going well between us," he told her, "until we saw Drew and Natasha kissing."

May flinched.

"May," he continued, "do you have feelings for Drew?"

"N-no!" May answered.

But her eyes were closed, and her chin was tucked defensively. Dean frowned, becoming a little sad.

"Yes, you do."

May was about to retort, but he held up a hand to stop her.

"I should've known when I met you guys," Dean shook his head."I had a hunch when Drew couldn't stop glaring at me. I thought it was a rivalry thing, but now that I think it was something more."

May widened her eyes. "What are you talking about?"

Dean forced a smile. "Drew has feelings for you," he stated, "and you have feelings for him too."

"No!"

May stood up. "No, he doesn't! No, I don't! No!"

"When Drew saw you run away," Dean continued, "he shoved Natasha off and left."

May gasped.

"It was as if they only kissed to make you jealous," Dean told her. "Once Drew saw that you were, he left."

"I wasn't jealous!" she defended. But Dean didn't look like he believed her, and it made her angrier. "And why would Drew make me jealous?"

"Because you were making him jealous with me," Dean answered, almost sadly.

May frowned. "I wasn't trying to make him jealous," she stated.

Dean forced another smile.

"I know."

He was about to stand up, but two hands kept him in place.

"Wait."

Dean looked up. "Yeah?"

"How do I know he really has feelings for me?" May asked. "You say he does, but you don't know that for sure!"

Dean chuckled. "You're right," he admitted. "I don't. But there's a way to know for sure."

"There is?" May widened her eyes. "What is it?"

"Ask him yourself."

May gasped and stepped back. Dean almost laughed at her reaction.

"No!" May shook her head, her cheeks flashing red. "You can't just ask someone if they like you! That's just...just..."

"Hard?" Dean guessed.

"Yeah!" May nodded. "That and..."

She bit her lip.

"What if...what if he lies to me?"

"Well that's the risk you have to take," Dean told her. "You have to get things straight with him or you'll never move on. Do you want to be confused for the rest of your life and have your dates comfort you about another guy?"

May froze, realizing the situation they were in.

"I'm sorry..."

Dean chuckled half-heartedly."Don't worry about it," he said. "Just do me a favor and get things straight with him. If you two end up going out, great. If you don't, well," he winked, "I'd like a second date, if that's okay with you. And hopefully with a lot less drama."

May immediately blushed and turned away.

"S-sure."

"Great!" Dean stood up. "Well I have to go home now. Natasha's probably telling stories about me as we speak."

"Why would she do that?" May asked as she walked him to the door.

"That's what little sisters do," Dean rolled his eyes. "It's their job to tell crazy stories, and Natasha's the best at it."

"Well it's a good thing I have a little brother," May sweat-dropped. "Though I'm not sure that's better than having a little sister..."

"It probably isn't," Dean chuckled. May expected him to leave when he opened the door, but he stayed. He was looking at her expectantly too.

"What?" she asked.

"Well it is the end of our date," Dean smirked. "I may not have your heart, but can I get a goodnight kiss?"

May's cheeks immediately turned red.

"Umm..."

Dean laughed out loud and gave her a one-armed hug. "Oh well," he shrugged. "I tried."

He was about to walk away, but a hand stopped him.

"Wait."

When Dean turned around, May's cheeks were even redder.

"Lean i-in," she commanded.

Dean resisted the urge to laugh. She was so cute, he thought. If Drew didn't make a move on her, he will.

May gasped when Dean lifted her chin. When his face neared hers, she squeezed her eyes shut.

After the lobbyist told him a room number, Drew pressed the elevator button and waited. Many things ran through his mind, even when he was walking towards a certain room. He thought about calling first, but decided against it. After what happened tonight, he didn't think May would answer his calls.

Drew still felt guilty for what he had done. May, after all, was kind, happy-go-lucky, and completely oblivious. She didn't know what she was getting into, even when Dean gave her a rose. If she didn't know why he gave her roses, why would she have a clue if Dean did it?

Because he asked her out, his head told him.

Drew shook his head. He didn't need to ask May out, he told himself. He had known May for almost eight years! Dean could flirt with her all he wants, but May would never-

Drew stopped walking. He was close to May's room, but didn't walk further. Dean was kissing the very woman he came to visit.

And the worst part was, she was kissing him back.

Something fell to the ground and landed with a soft poof. There were no words to describe what Drew was feeling. He only stood still, eyes wide, as his nightmare become a reality. His heart, which he thought was suffering before, was shattered.

Drew stepped back. His fists shook violently, and it took all the strength he had to restrain himself.

Drew made a sharp turn and ran. His sprints echoed through the hallway, causing May and Dean to break apart.

"What was that?" Dean asked.

May turned to the direction of the sound, but found nothing in sight. "It's probably just the other guests."

But then they saw something in the middle of the hallway, something they didn't expect.

May gasped.

"Is that," Dean squinted his eyes, "a rose?"

"Hello everyone! And welcome to LaRousse City's own Pokémon contest!"

May struggled to focus on what Marian, the contest MC, was saying. It was the day of the contest. Even though she and Glaceon had cleaned their routine, May continued to feel anxious. She knew she had to stop so her pokémon wouldn't feel anxious too, but she couldn't help it. She didn't see Drew since her date with Dean, and she spent those days worrying if he saw her kissing him.

But did it matter? May asked herself. Drew did kiss Natasha. But if Dean was right about Drew only kissing Natasha to make her jealous...

"Well if it isn't, May."

May turned to see Natasha walking her direction. Natasha's expression was friendly, but her eyes communicated something different.

"Oh hey, Natasha," May greeted, not noticing the glint in her eyes.

"Dean told me you weren't feeling well," Natasha tilted her head. "You okay?"

May frowned for a second, but quickly covered it with a smile. "Y-yeah! Why do you ask?"

"You sure?" Natasha insisted. "I thought you'd still be upset after you saw Drew and I kissing."

May immediately cringed. "W-why would I be upset?"

Natasha shrugged. "No reason. Oh hey, Drew!"

Drew looked like he wanted to pass them, so he was irritated when Natasha called out to him.

"Well isn't this nice?" Natasha grinned and pulled Drew to them. "How are you, babe? I haven't seen you since our date."

May cringed. Drew glared at Natasha.

"Don't call me that."

"What?" Natasha tilted her head. "Call you what, babe?"

Drew opened his mouth, but a name was called from the stage door.

"Natasha Winter?" a man called out.

"That's me!" Natasha responded. May didn't seem fazed, but Drew's reaction was different.

"You're the first one up," the man said.

"Alright, I'll be there!" Natasha waved him off. She turned back to Drew and May.

"Well!" she piped. "I'm up! See you guys later!"

Natasha quickly headed for the door before Drew demanded answers. It wasn't until Natasha disappeared completely did May and Drew feel the suffocating tension between them. May turned one way while Drew turned to another. Dean was entering the coordinator's lobby when May spoke up.

"Drew," May called out. She bit her lip, not knowing what to say.

Drew scoffed. "Don't bother," he said. "I don't want to know anything about you and your date."

May flinched. Drew always had a condescending tone, but today he sounded...bitter.

"Did I do something wrong?" May asked.

Drew finally turned to her. May jumped back when she saw how angry he was.

"Did you do something wrong?" Drew asked. "Did you do something wrong? What didn't you do wrong!"

A few coordinators turned to them.

"Drew, wha-"

"Just shut up, May!" Drew spun around, irritated by the attention they were getting. "I don't need this," he turned his head. "Especially from a whore like you!"

May gasped, tears welling up in her eyes. Drew clenched his fists and walked away. The other coordinators quickly stepped aside, creating a path for him.

Dean watched the whole thing and was clearly upset. He made his way to May, but a hand stopped him.

"Don't," Natasha said. "I'll talk to her."

Dean opened his mouth.

"You're next," Natasha pointed behind her. The same man that called her was standing by the door, calling him this time.

Dean glared at her, then at May, then at her again.

"Fine," he reluctantly said. He gave May one last look before running to the door.

Natasha turned to May, who was sobbing on a bench. She crossed her arms and approached her.

"How does it feel?"

May sniffled and looked up. "W-what?"

"Hurts, doesn't it?" Natasha asked. "Good."

May widened her eyes. "W-why?"

"You don't remember, do you?" Natasha asked. "Last year, Fallarbor contest? It was the last contest before the Grand Festival, and I was one ribbon away from entering. But I didn't win that ribbon, and do you know why, May?"

Natasha leaned forward, looking May in the eye.

"Because you took it," she hissed. "You took that ribbon from me."

"Hold on!" May stood up. "I won that ribbon fair and square!"

"Oh shut up!" Natasha seethed. "You won that ribbon out of luck. Luck that made you cheat!"

May stared in disbelief as Natasha took a deep breath.

"But don't worry," Natasha sneered. "Not only am I getting that ribbon back, I'm also taking your man."

May gasped. "Wha-"

"After I take him down of course," Natasha added. "Imagine, me defeating two top coordinators in the same contest. You don't have to worry about the festival, because neither of you are going to make it there."

May shook. "That's...That's..."

She growled.

"So rotten!"

"Oh please," Natasha flicked her hair. "If you think I'm rotten now, just wait til I crush you."

May shook as Natasha strutted out the lobby. She was so incensed, she almost missed the stage manager calling her name.

May gripped Glaceon's Pokéball. She didn't know if she was going to win or lose the contest, but she did know something for sure.

Natasha could not win.

Drew tried not to watch, but cursed himself because once again, May had mesmerized him.

He felt guilty for what he said to May, no matter how mad he was at her. His words tended to be harsh when he was angry, and even more so when caught off-guard. May was such a sensitive person. If what he said hurt her enough to destroy her appeal, he wouldn't forgive himself.

Yet there May was with her Glaceon, wowing the audience with a performance that looked a lot different a few days ago. A smile, to Drew's disbelief, was plastered on her face, as she coated the stage in ice. The judges gladly awarded her a perfect score, and the audience's standing ovation couldn't agree more.

She definitely improved over the years, Drew thought. She was no longer the fumbling rookie he met on Slateport many years ago. She was his equal now. If he didn't keep his head in the game, she would surpass him.

Dean was walking by when he saw Drew staring at screen. He smirked and stood beside him. Both men watched the screen as May bowed to the audience.

"So how long have you been in love with her?" Dean asked.

Drew immediately turned to him. He didn't realize he was there until he spoke. When his question sunk in, he glared at him.

"What are you talking about?"

Dean gave him a knowing look.

"Are you gonna prove me wrong?"

Drew growled. "If you're trying to get into my head, it's not working."

"Please," Dean scoffed. "If anything, I want your head straight. It wouldn't be fair to battle someone that's battling with himself."

Drew snorted. "Please," he said. "Do you think a rookie like you could pass the appeals?"

"Why not?" Dean shrugged. "May did."

He raised an eyebrow when Drew staggered back. Drew's fists shook violently as his eyes became red. He was breathing hard, restraining himself from making another episode.

Dean chuckled. "May drives you crazy, doesn't she?"

"Shut up!" Drew hissed.

But that was when Dean realized how exhausted Drew was. He didn't look like he slept properly the past few days, and from the look in his tired green eyes, some would say he cried.

Dean sighed.

"It was never me, you know."

Drew intensified his glare.

"May would never fall for me," Dean told him. "At least, not while she's in love with you."

Drew froze. His shoulders went rigid, and his breathing stopped at his throat. He wanted to say something, anything, but Marian spoke up through the screen.

"Thank you all for your wonderful performances!" Marian beamed. "It was a hard decision, but the final four have been chosen. And here they are!"

Everyone watched intently as four pictures appeared on the screen. From left to right, it was May, Drew, Natasha, and Dean.

"Wow," Dean smirked. "Looks like May beat us all."

May stared at another screen with eyes and mouth agape. She couldn't believe it. She was actually first place! Considering the circumstances, she thought she'd be third or fourth, but first?

May bested Drew in battles before, but she never out-showed him in appeals. She saw his appeal herself. He looked a bit distracted, but she didn't think it was enough to get him second.

"You don't look happy for someone in first place."

May froze as Natasha stood beside her. Natasha had a smirk on her face, but May knew she was angry.

"But then again, if you're going up against me," Natasha continued, "I'd be scared too."

May frowned. "I'm not afraid of you, Natasha."

"Oh, but you will be," Natasha jerked her head. "We're the first ones up."

May turned to the screen and gasped. She and Natasha were indeed facing off. She thought that was good actually; she wanted them to battle. It was the second battle that made her stomach turn.

"It looks it's my sister versus May," Dean chuckled. "It's strange. I don't know who to root for."

Drew frowned. He forgot Natasha lied about her relationship with Dean. Unless she really had a romantic relationship with her brother, Natasha had no reason to hurt May.

Or did she?

Anger surged inside him. Even as May and Natasha have begun their battle, he felt himself shake in fury. Natasha deceived him. Not only that, she probably did so to hurt May.

Drew felt his blood boil. How could he be so stupid? He was supposed to be protecting May from these fiends! But instead of stopping Natasha, he helped her.

Drew gasped when Natasha's Mawile trapped May's Beautifly in her jaws.

Mawile, Drew snorted. The deceiver Pokémon, how appropriate.

May and Beautifly were in a bind. Mawile snuck behind Beautifly after performing Baby-Doll eyes; and before Beautifly could defend herself, Mawile chomped her down with her teeth. Beautifly looked to be in a lot pain, and May wasn't looking better.

Drew's fists started shaking again. He could only watch as May lost her points little by little. Natasha was looking triumphant on the other side, and Drew wanted nothing more than to crush that smirk of hers. If May ended up losing, Drew vowed, he would avenge her.

But to his surprise, May looked up in resolve.

"Beautifly," May commanded. "Use Psychic!"

Beautifly's eyes flashed blue before she and Mawile started rising from the ground.

"Now use Tackle!"

Like a raging comet, Beautifly and Mawile plummeted into the ground. Natasha lost points as the stage shrouded in dust.

"What a beautiful and risky retaliation from May and her Beautifly!" Marian praised. "But now that the stage is covered in thick dust, what are they planning to do next?"

May smirked. "Morning Sun!"

And like the same blazing sphere shining in the sky, Beautifly made its presence known with a fierce yellow light. Her majestic display of recovery cost Natasha a lot of points.

Natasha scoffed. "Fool! You can't see me, but I can see you! Mawile, use Iron Head!"

A narrow silver glow eminated from the dust and headed straight for the yellow sphere. May looked unfazed, however, as she spoke her next command.

"Silver Wind!"

In a flash of wind and light, dust was blown in all directions. The spectators coughed and recoiled, but remained in awe. The dust eventually disappeared, and the winner was declared.

"And the winner is..."

Drew looked intently at the screen.

"May, from Petalburg City!"

The audience cheered as the judges made their remarks. Drew exhaled a sigh of relief.

That May, he thought. She never failed to surprise him.

"Well what do you know?" Dean approached his side. "Natasha lost. She's gonna be vicious after this. She never took losses well."

Drew gave him a surprised look, and the metaphorical cogs in his head started to turn. Before he came to a conclusion, however, the second battle was declared.

"Looks like it's you and me now," Dean smirked.

Drew smirked as well. If May can put up a fight after everything that happened, so can he.

"Bring it on."

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Ooo, now it's Dean vs. Drew. Who's going to win? Find out in the next chapter!