The next morning was greeted by many groans. As Highspeed sat up, he was still half asleep. He looked at his alarm clock, throwing it across the room telekinetically when he saw it hadn't gone off.
"I really ought to pester Smithers for a new high-tech alarm clock," he muttered dozily, changing into his usual school attire of a sky blue shirt, a pair of faded blue jeans. He was busy deciding whether to wear blue converse or white trainers when Shadowspeed opened the door.
"You got a minute?" he asked, already fully dressed in a black shirt, faded grey jeans with torn knees and black converse. His hair was still the same, but the Shadow the Hedgehog style had disappeared. Instead his hair had streaks the same colour as his eyes.
"Uh yeah, I guess," Highspeed said as he slipped on his blue converse, his hair glowing as the Sonic the Hedgehog styled spikes disappeared and his hair became a light brown with sky blue streaks.
"You seem to really like Scarlett, and she seems to like you a little too. You must have done something to get her attention," Shadowspeed said.
"If I did anything then I don't remember it. I just be myself, talk to her and help her with homework occasionally. Ya know, the same sort of things we do for each other here. Now I have a question, why are you asking and who is she?" Highspeed asked, holding back laughter as Shadowspeed turned a light shade of red.
"What makes you think I fancy someone if I'm asking such a question?" Shadowspeed asked, the red in his face deepening.
"Well, it can't be many girls in school, so I guess it would......you don't mean Nightbird, do you!?" Highspeed almost yelled, cringing at the thought.
"No, it's Nightshade.....!?" Shadowspeed blurted out, quickly covering his mouth.
"I kinda guessed. Just be yourself. I know it sounds like something a guy in movies would say, but it does work," Highspeed said, placing a reassuring hand on his friend's shoulder.
"Come on, Amy and Michelle are waiting, Tyson," Shadowspeed said, using Highspeed's real name.
"Okay let's go Logan," Tyson said, his tone challenging.
"You're on," Logan said before the two of them dashed off, sprinting down numerous flights of stairs to the bottom where Amy and Michelle were waiting, grabbing their bags and sprinting on ahead. Amy was wearing a dark purple T-shirt under a grey and purple button up shirt, light blue jeans and light grey sneakers. Michelle had most of her snow white hair in a ponytail with two side bangs that were tipped black, a white tank top under a black jacket, ¾ length black jeans with black boots.
"One of these days those two are going to break something coming down those stairs, like their necks," Michelle muttered as the two girls walked. Amy nodded before asking Michelle if she'd seen any paranormal TV shows. This caused Michelle to talk non-stop about paranormal investigating up to the school gates.
"You two sure took your time," Tyson joked before going back to talking to Sean, a tall boy with light brown hair and light brown eyes. Beside him was Gale, a shorter girl with dark brown hair and brown eyes.
"Hey Amy, how was the "educational retreat"?" Gale asked, knowing what Amy and the others had been up to.
"It went well, though Highspeed went over the top," she said, Tyson spinning around to glare at her.
"You wanted a distraction, I gave you a distraction," he said, annoyed that his sister had brought this up again.
"He gave a distracting lightshow, let's leave it at that," Logan interrupted, already walking up to the school building.
"Fine, next time you want a distraction, I'll send a rat into the target room," Tyson said, ducking as he dodged his sister's attempted head slap.
After four periods of boring classes, everyone was sitting at their usual table enjoying lunch.
"Scorpia are highly trained assassins, they very rarely fail," Amy sighed.
"If they're so highly trained, how come they can't hit me with those prototype rifles," Tyson argued, biting into his burger.
"Because you move faster than a bullet," Sean added, fed up with the siblings' arguing.
"Well anyway, forgetting Scorpia, when was you know who asking for me?" Tyson asked, trying to change the subject.
"Just yesterday in Art. Though there was also an embarrassing announcement," Gale said.
"What, we have to watch the..." Tyson started.
"No! Steve Sloan said you fancied Ashley, and she was pretty steamed afterwards," Sean finished, surprised at how quickly Tyson's face turned a deep red.
"Why that little punk! When I see him my foot will end up so far up his....backside," Tyson said, pausing before he finished his rant.
"We all know it's not true," Logan muttered, getting up after finishing his packed lunch of sandwiches and a Fudge bar.
"You actually did eat it like you said you would," Michelle joked, walking off with him.
"Did I miss a joke or something?" Tyson asked as Sean, Gale and Amy walked off, leaving him to finish his lunch in peace. He was about to take the last bite of his burger, pausing when he saw Scarlett sitting at the table in front of him. He was about to take the bite when something hit him in the head. Turning, he saw a scrunched up napkin lying on the floor.
"Fraggin idiots," he muttered, picking up the napkin. As he turned round, he almost dropped it again when he saw Scarlett standing in front of him. For one moment, his sapphire blue eyes met with her emerald green eyes.
"Hey, Tyson," Scarlett said nervously.
"Um....hi Scarlett," Tyson replied, mentally slapping himself for sounding like an idiot.
"Are you doing anything on Friday night?" Scarlett asked. When Tyson shook his head, she asked "Would you like to go to the pier with me?"
"Um, yeah, I'd love to," Tyson answered. Scarlett smiled before walking off. "See you there at eight," she said as she left. As Tyson thought over what had just happened, another napkin hit him, making his head spin round to glare at the thrower.
"Alright, take this then," he muttered as he finished his burger, throwing the napkins before sprinting away. He almost fell over laughing when the person they'd hit looked around before falling off his chair in surprise. "Okay, now to find Adam," Tyson muttered, sprinting out into the playground.
When he got there, he saw Adam taking practice penalties. As he came closer, he shouted Adam's name.
"Ah, the chicken decided to show up," Adam said, cracking his knuckles as Tyson came closer.
"Make this quick," Tyson said with a hidden smirk. As Adam's fist was about to connect with Tyson's stomach, Tyson seemed to disappear.
"Wha....where did he go?!" Adam exclaimed, looking around frantically for him. Before he could turn around, someone behind him simply said "Boo." That was all it took to make Adam scream like a girl.
"Oh man, that was priceless!" Tyson said through his uncontrollable laughing fit. Beside him was a boy with light brown skin, black hair, brown eyes and glasses.
"If only someone had a camera," Cody said, leaning on Tyson's shoulder in his laughter. They were still laughing until someone hit them both upside the head.
"Amy, what was that for?!" Tyson almost yelled.
"For almost blowing your cover," Amy said, an almost angry look on her face.
"Relax Ames; it's the second to last day of school. Don't rub the fact we're trying to stay hidden in my face," Tyson said, rubbing where his sister had hit him.
"She's not the one doing the rubbing," Logan whispered to Michelle, the two of them laughing quietly to themselves.
"Oh ha ninja boy, just laugh at my pain," Tyson complained as they walked to class.
