Hello! Many thanks to first chapters readers and reviewers, Beywriter, Karush, Rapunzelle, Petalwhisker X Fireheart and StZen .... Much appreciated!!

Thought I'd tell you where the name of the fic came from. Well, 10 Things I Hate About You is based off a Shakespeare play called The Taming of the Shrew. So... can you guess where it came from? XD Oh the irony.

Now I shall present you fine people with another chapter xD A longer, and better one, I hope. Enjoyenjoy!

Planning the Fall

It was the dawn of a new day but not quite the dawn of a new character. As usual, Tala slumped down in his chair, his aqua eyes holding what seemed like a permanent glare and his mannerism of anti-socialism once again made quite an effect on the class.

"Hey, red head, cheer up, you great old bag!"

Tala turned around in his seat and threw a look at Brooklyn, who was sat nibbling on a pencil, giggling with his followers.

"Red head? Have you looked in the mirror lately, with your ginger bush of hair?" Tala snapped back, rolling his eyes. Quiet gasps and giggles blared within the room.

Brooklyn looked seriously pissed, holding a look that read, 'my hair is not ginger you blind imbecile, it is orange!'. Once again Tala displayed his amazing skill of mind reading, a reason most people were afraid of him.

He smirked. "And having orange hair is like having purple leg hair. You asshole."

The class were now laughing hysterically, even Brooklyn's sheep. Well, that's what some called them. But he referred to them as his friends, or his gang.

"Tala has a small penis," Brooklyn's red face slowly faded when laughter spurred from his sudden comment.

"And how would you know?" Tala almost laughed, spinning fully around in his chair now.

Brooklyn held a sneaky smirk. "Yes.. How would I know?" The whole class fell silent. Tala stared manically at Brooklyn, the smirk on his face just dying to be wiped off with a punch or two. But before anything could start, the open doorway was suddenly filled with a presence that held a booming voice, meaning one thing.

"Alright class, pipe down!" Mr. Morgan stormed into the classroom like his voice alone wasn't enough to make his presence known. "Tala again?" He raised one eyebrow.

Tala huffed in amusement. "Actually, Brooklyn over there was just telling us how he was pretending that pencil is yours, Mr. Morgan."

The teacher looked bemused and glanced over at Brooklyn, who had embarrassedly stopped chewing on the pencil. The whole class burst out laughing.

"Sir! Sir!" Brooklyn cried. "Ignore the idiot, he's a fucking attention seeker with no friends, and he wonders why!? You're not going to let him get away with that!?" In anger, he stabbed the pencil into the table. "He's a complete shithead!"

"LANGUAGE, Brooklyn!" Mr. Morgan shouted, still eyeing up the pencil that was being tortured by Brooklyn's hand. "And I'll be most thankful if you stop doing that to my pencil."

Tala snorted in laughter.

Brooklyn's eyes widened. "What!?" He looked nervous as the teacher travelled towards him with an expression that suggested killing intent.

Suddenly, he snatched the pencil from Brooklyn's claws and pointed it at him threateningly. "This is mine. Ask before borrowing."

The teens were all giggling under their breaths, especially Tala who was hiding behind a book. But then suddenly that was grabbed a hold of and slammed onto the desk. Mr. Morgan stared down at him. "You- Go see Miss. Woppit."

Tala looked offended. "What, why!?"

"Because you suck, that's why. Out, now!" The teacher pointed towards the door, his face bursting with frustration. Tala gritted his teeth and groaned, purposely scraped his chair along the floor as he got up then stormed towards the door, only for him to collide with someone's hard frame.

"Nuh.." He pulled back and looked up, to see the preposterous Kai Hiwatari was once again late for class. "Watch where you're fucking going!"

Kai raised an eyebrow, his messy, sweaty blue hair swaying all over the place from the impact. "Who spat on your grave?"

"More like who dug him up," Brooklyn sniggered.

"BROOKLYN!" Mr. Morgan yelled. "Shut it ginger!"

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"Mariah..." Hilary sighed, her eyes shining lovingly at only one person.

Mariah's golden eyes glowed sarcastically, slamming her school book shut. "Listen, if this is about that Princess Tyson....."

"It is..." Hilary smiled, a faint pink blush appearing over her cheeks as she watched Tyson and his yellow-eyed friend walk across the yard together. Personally, Mariah couldn't see what all the fuss was about. Tyson definitely wasn't the type most girls went for. "There has to be a way I can talk to him...."

"You have it bad," Mariah shook her head, but smiled.

"I have it worse than bad. Please...." Hilary actually reached out and took Mariah's hand in hers. "Help me talk to him, please. What can I do?"

Mariah sighed. "Fine, fine, but you're heading for a fall. I'll only warn you one more time. Stay away."

Hilary smiled and nodded. "Okay, so, how!?"

Obviously, this just wasn't sinking in. Mariah finally gave in. "Well... I heard Tyson was looking for a Geography tutor, for some reason. I don't know who he thinks he is sometimes. He's hardly Brooklyn, is he?"

Hilary stared. "A Geography teacher!? That's only my area of expertise! What a coincidence!"

"Oh... well my Italy-Japan-France-Germany loving freak, good luck. But you may have some competition..." Mariah pointed over to where Brooklyn was stood, eyeing up Tyson like a cat and fish.

---

Brooklyn wolf whistled at Tyson, and without fail, Tyson spun around as though he knew it was directed at him.

"Hey gorgeous," The sly teenager threw Tyson a wink, his soft, shiny hair bristling gently in the wind. Tyson smiled back, his teeth flashing quite distinctively. Brooklyn began to walk towards him, his hips shaking against the air. "And where are you going?"

Tyson turned around and made a hand gesture at his friend, telling him to go on ahead. He did, and Tyson turned back to Brooklyn with a slightly nervous face. "Home, where else?" As if no one else was around, he carelessly cupped Tyson's shoulder with one hand and rested his other on his thigh, shaking slightly at the simple sensation.

Tyson raised an eyebrow but didn't protest.

"Home? Okay, let's go."

The navy-haired teen chuckled. "My home, not yours."

"Your home? Sounds good to me!" Brooklyn ran his tongue along his bottom lip, the gesture making Tyson look even more bewildered, but Brooklyn guessed it was because he was so overwhelmed at being chatted up by a popular guy.

"No, I mean.. I'm going home. You know I'm not allowed to go near guys," Tyson sighed. "I wish it was different."

"All right, fine. I'll give you a ride home. And on the way I'll buy you something," Brooklyn suggested. Tyson almost squealed in delight and followed Brooklyn towards his red, flashy convertible.

Hilary stood gaping. "I'm doomed."

Also stood looking on, was a certain lone wolf.

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Alone, Tyson sat hunched into the chair, his eyes fixed on the TV in front of him. Everything was so peaceful. The buzzing picture of the TV, plus the warm sun glowing in through the window and the generally nice atmosphere was almost too good to be true.

That's until a voice he so badly despised spoilt everything.

"Who's the best! T to the A to the L to the A!"

"SHUT UP!" Tyson yelled, clenching his fists. His asshole of a step brother had once again returned from wherever his sad life led him and burst into the living room, just as annoying as he was when he was first welcomed into the family.

Sometimes, Tyson wondered just why his Grandpa had adopted Tala. The two of them weren't even remotely alike, which made it even worse. When they were six, Tyson's mother and father passed, which left him to live with his Grandpa. Afraid that Tyson would grow up without an older brother to look up to, he adopted, but also because he had developed a soft spot for the young orphan with flaming hair.

Tala felt like a brother, all right. And what do brothers do? Argue.

"Why should I? I'm happy for once, leave me alone," Tala said.

"You're happy? Did someone die?" Tyson spat, turning the TV volume up.

Tala grinned. "Not quite."

"Well? Why are you happy then?" Tyson asked, not sure why he was so curious.

Tala was bursting with happiness and threw himself on the couch. "I only got into the BEST boarding school in the country!"

"What!?" Tala and Tyson turned to the kitchen as Grandpa emerged from it, fork in one hand. Combined with his red face and wide eyes, he looked lethal. "B-But.. Tala... I thought you said you'd changed your mind?"

The red head sighed inwardly and shoved a newspaper in front of him, not liking where the conversation was going. "I unchanged it."

Grandpa rubbed his moustache and groaned, his eyebrows slanting hurtfully. "But, I won't ever see you if you go there. At this age you don't know what you want, so why not wait until your current school year ends?"

"Shh, reading here!" Tala snapped. The old man grunted something then stormed over to Tala, grabbed the newspaper and spun it around.

"Then at least read it the right way up," He looked down sternly at Tala who just grinned.

"Look, it's my choice. Go annoy Tyson and ask him who picked him up from school."

As though the whole thing about the new school was immediately forgettable, Grandpa turned his head quickly at Tyson. "Who picked you up from school?"

Tyson growled and jumped up from the chair. "Tala! You fucking arse!"

"Uh, that's exactly what bothers me. You're banned from anything that involves the F word," Grandpa almost shouted, but seemed more concerned than angry. "You know that."

Tyson threw his arms in the air. "Look, listen! He just gave me a ride home.... how does that involve..."

"That's where it'll lead to," Tala spoke casually, smiling at Tyson. The navy-haired teen sometimes hated Tala with a passion.

"I'm not stupid!" Tyson protested. "Why can't I go out with him!? He goes to all the cool parties. And it's the prom soon!"

"Oh, you can...." Grandpa smirked. "When Tala dates. And no prom or parties either.. only if Tala does."

Purple veins were spluttering through Tyson's forehead, and like a big kid, jumped and slammed his feet against the wooden floor. "But that's SO unfair. Tala is the most anti-social person ever! He'll NEVER date, and he never goes to parties!"

Grandpa looked smug with himself. "Then neither will you."

"AH!" Tyson started to sweat furiously. He swung around and pointed at Tala. "You Martian!"

Tala scoffed. "Whore!"

"Castrated jerk!"

"How dare you! I haven't been neutered!"

"You act like you have!"

Grandpa rubbed his chin. "Hmmm... Idea. It may be the answer to all our problems. Then you can date."

"I'd rather chew on a dead cat. No," Tyson raised his eyebrows.

"Then you know the drill!" Grandpa giggled as he busied himself back into the kitchen. Tyson yelled something censor-worthy and slammed his backside onto the couch, having what most would call a teenage tantrum.

Tala sniggered and disappeared upstairs. For Tyson, life was just so unfair.

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Hilary spun around on her clipping heels, her stringy spaghetti stop loosening from her body and dissolving through the thick air. Her usual messy, brunette hair had been neatened, tied back with a little ribbon and sprayed in smelly hair stuff, that literally stuck to her head. Her bottom half was purely flesh, her skirt shorter than a belt.

"So, how do I look?"

Mariah stared. "Like a tart."

Hilary looked back in the mirror and bobbed her hair up, pouting. "Good."

"That's not a good thing, Hil... you smell like a prostitute," Mariah said, whilst fixing her own hair in the mirror.

The brunette twirled around again, posed, then frowned. She sighed. "You're right, I've probably over-done it a bit. But thanks for dropping me a line to help him with Geography. I can't thank you enough."

"Yeah yeah. Now let's go, you'll be late," Mariah said, and together, they left the girl's toilets.

Mariah huddled in between a few book shelves and pretended to be reading whilst Hilary looked around the tables, where she was supposedly meeting Tyson. And there he was, sat on his own, this time his long, messy hair tied back neatly with a baseball cap on. Her heart skipped a couple of beats before she greeted.

"Hi, I'm Hilary, your new Geography tutor!" The girl smiled nervously, holding out her sweaty palm.

Tyson smiled. "Yo. Nice to meet ya." He shook it.

Hilary widened her eyes. He's so cool.... She gulped and sat down. "Right, so..." She set the huge pile of books on the table. Tyson looked pretty much scared. "Let's get started..."

An hour must have passed, and Tyson was positively almost passed out. He winced, his lips shaking slightly as the voice of the girl droned through his ears. He'd never been so bored in his life. Just exactly who is this silly nerd? When I asked for a Geography tutor, I only wanted to know where Canada was.

Finally, as if God had heard his cries, she stopped talking. "Understand?"

Tyson nodded absently, eyes closing slowly.

"Cool!" Hilary perked, closing the book. "So uhm... I was wondering something, if you don't mind."

Tyson sighed. "Fire away."

"Why is popularity so big here?" Hilary asked.

This caught Tyson's attention and his head spurred up. "Ah, so you're the new girl. Thought I'd never seen you around before...." He said. "Well, I suppose... That's just like asking why France is next to China. It just is."

"Uhm.. I don't think France is..." She didn't have the heart to tell him. His smile was too perfect. She didn't want it to rub off and fade away, she just wanted to stare at it, forever. He seemed slightly shy, and was nothing like how Mariah had described him. Maybe it was for the best, and for the bravery of all student females, to ask him first.

"I, uhm... have lots more books about the world at my house. Do you wanna come around one day after school?" She cursed herself for blushing, but for the next few seconds, she wanted to hang herself. He simply stared at her. Oh God oh God oh God!

Tyson wasn't sure what to think. It took him at least a minute to work out she was actually asking him out, but she must have been the first girl to ever show interest in him. It surprised him to no end, and even if he wanted to go out with her, he couldn't. "Oh, sorry, but... I can't. I'm not allowed to date or anything like that, unless my step brother Tala does. My Grandpa is so overprotective..."

Hilary bit her lip. "Well... there must be a solution. How about we find a girlfriend for Tala?"

The boy laughed. "You are joking. No girls will even go near him. He's not bad looking, but he's a complete psycho, as you may have noticed. Besides, he's sworn never to date again, for some reason I don't know."

"But surely someone will?"

Tyson thought, tapping his fingers on the table. "Maybe a guy. But I don't think he's gay... I don't know."

Hilary clicked her fingers. "Then we'll get a guy."

He couldn't help but stare at her sceptically. Not because she suggested a male to date Tala, but the fact that he hadn't even agreed to go out with her. Had she misinterpreted it? Or... The bulb in Tyson's head suddenly lit ferociously, the light buzzing wild with ideas. This could turn out to be very advantageous indeed. "YES! YES!..." Hilary looked startled at his outburst. "Sorry... but... yes! That's it! If you get a tough guy to take Tala out at least once, then... I can date..."

Hilary refrained from squealing. "Wow! It's genius!"

"And..." Tyson lowered his voice. "You'll do that for me?"

The girl swallowed hard. "I will! I will!"

Tyson flashed her his teeth. "Great... though I assure you it won't be easy."

Hilary fluttered her lashes and giggled. "Hehe, oh, I'm sure it won't be that hard."

It was those last words that were about to backfire, pretty extremely, seeing as she didn't know the full extent of just how much of an undateable raving lunatic Tala was.

I know, still not a lot of Kai, but at least it was longer, and from next chapter he'll be appearing all the time XD So I hope you liked it! Please review :)