Disclaimer: I don't own beyblade, duh.
Pardon me if this chapter wasn't well done. I've been busy.
"You know what? Perhaps you should just show us to our class before you go off to do… whatever you it is you were supposed to do."
The ember –eyed kid felt peeved. He was on the student council for Pete's sake! It was always the student council that did the hard jobs that no one else wanted to do. And here Ray was talking as if it was some unimportant thing!
"Firstly, let me just say that what I do is no joke. In this school, I'm the head prefect which means I'm in charge of discipline here. It's important cuz what happens if there's no one to keep the peace? I will not have you talking like that! What I do isn't "whatever" kapeesh?"
Ray and Tyson were suddenly engulfed by the dark scary aura that engulfed the short boy. The kid realizing that he'd scared them off. He sucked in a deep breath and composed himself.
"Secondly," he began slowly, "I can't leave the two of you in class."
"Why not?" Tyson asked.
"Well that's because it's not… safe."
"Not safe? You're not making sense."
"It's not safe because fans in this school are… extreme. Like I said earlier, they'll be waiting in ambush in the Vice-president's class. Any sane-non-fan person knows not to enter the class when they're on a rampage. The disappointment from realizing that they caught someone other than the Vice-president causes them to do… inhumane things…so yeah…"
Ray was satisfied with her explanation nut Tyson wasn't.
"Exactly what kind of things? I'm pretty sure I can handle whatever they throw at me. I'm the beyblade world champion!"
The blue-haired narcissist proceeded to pull up his right shirt sleeve and show off his "muscle". Ray rolled his eyes. The capped kid drew Tyson aside and out of hearing range from Ray.
Ray watched the kid tiptoe to reach Tyson's ear and whisper the treacherous things that fans did. Tyson's face was getting… paler and paler. Wait. Did Tyson just whimper?
Tyson curled into a fetal position – his hands trembling.
"Why did I h-have to ask," he sobbed.
Hilary cursed to herself. She was running out of places to hide. Glancing at her watch, she realized that the school bell should have rung a while ago – about five minutes. What was going on? Hilary would have stomped her foot in frustration but she was afraid that the branch she was standing on would break. About five metres below her, her fans were searching frantically.
"Don't look up," she prayed. The fans disappointedly gave up searching there and moved on.
Hilary breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly drew her hand phone from her pockets and turned it silent. No, she would not make the same mistake twice. Before returning the hand phone to her pocket, she sent out a quick text message to the head prefect.
"Wat's takin u so long? I changed location. Am in a tree B-hind d sch."
Okay. Know it may not be much. Slightly Out-Of-Character. Feedback is welcomed.