A/N: This chapter is a bit short. It actually gave my quite a bit of trouble and I'm not too pleased with how it turned out. However, I still do hope you enjoy. Thanks again for the reviews. I appreciate all of them. Although I don't plan on any Michi, if you check back to the story's summary you can see I have listed the pairings Mimato, Taiora, and Sorato. If you don't like the pairings or how it's going to end, then don't waste your time reading the story.

Chapter IV: Death Stares instead of Cold Confections of Bliss

Tying her laces, Mimi tightened the bow before slamming shut her gym locker. With a sigh, she adjusted her ponytail before heading out of the girl's locker room and towards the school's gymnasium.

Entering the brightly lit space, Mimi gazed at the crowd of girls seated upon the floor. All carried that same look she held freshman year, a look that simultaneously entailed to nerves and hope.

Walking towards the front of the room, Mimi parted her lips, ready to explain the schedule for today, when a hand shot into the air. Squinting in the hand's direction, Mimi mentally sweat dropped for it belonged to the shoulder length chestnut haired girl.

"Hey, Mimi!" she shouted enthusiastically.

Maybe Matt was right, perhaps it was poor Mimi.

However, once it came time for Jun Motamiya to perform her routine, Mimi was beginning to bury her previous thoughts. Instead as Jun impressively performed a front flip without so much as a hitch, a smirk formulated onto Mimi's lips, her thoughts trailing towards how to tell Matt he had been wrong. Jun was going to be a great asset to the team.

Clapping her hands after the final girl performed, a performance that might have been better suited for a play, Mimi was grateful to head back to the locker room to change. Honestly, why couldn't some girls understand that the theatrics were unnecessary? "The list will be posted tomorrow," the brunette shouted over her shoulder as she headed through the thick double doors of the gym.

Heading out into hall, Mimi spotted a platinum-blonde haired young man lingering. Walking up to him, she tapped him on the shoulder, not once, but thrice for he had ear-buds plugged into his ears.

With blue eyes widening, Michael exclaimed, "Mimi," as he pulled out an ear-bud.

"Still here?" she asked with a raised brow.

Solemnly Michael nodded. "I think my dad forgot what time I got off. I did play baseball at my old school."

Smiling, Mimi asked, "Do you have the time?"

Checking his phone, Michael told her that it was four.

Mimi nodded. The group wasn't supposed to meet for ice cream until five. It had become a tradition since their freshman year. Beside, Matt never left rehearsal until ten minutes of the appointed time the group was to meet. "Wanna come to my friend's rehearsal? He should be done soon. Then you can come get ice cream with us as well."

"Rehearsal for what?"

"He's in a band."

Michael mentally chuckled, imagining Mimi's friend, the guy with wild brown hair, in a band. He couldn't exactly picture the guy singing. "I'll say yes to the rehearsal but ill have to rain check for the ice cream. Dad just texted me, saying he'll be here in about 15 minutes."

"Great," Mimi said with a smile. "I'll meet you here in five."

xoxoxox

Entering the large auditorium where the Teenage Wolves were granted permission to practice when it wasn't being used by the drama club, Mimi led Michael towards the front row.

Taking a seat into a plush theatre style chair adjacent to the brunette, Michael glanced up at the stage. He could see two guitar players, a keyboard player, and a guy with a drum set. However, not one of those was the wild haired boy Michael had originally thought to be in the band. "I don't see Tai."

Giggling, Mimi shook her head. "Trust me, you don't want to hear Tai sing."

From his vantage point upon the stage, Matt saw as Mimi entered the auditorium, and he also saw the guy that accompanied her. However, who the heck was he? Pausing his fingers over the strings of his guitar, he lifted his hand free and waved at the brunette now seated in the front row.

From around him, each one of his band mates groaned.

"We were finally getting into the swing of things," said the electric guitar player, Nick.

"We've played the song a 100 times," Matt reminded him with a roll of the eyes.

"And thanks to your abrupt pause," said Kyle, the drum player, rising from his seat, "I've broken my drumstick." He held the thick wooden stick, which now rested in his hands in two splintered pieces.

Turning to face him, Matt frowned. "When will you learn not to play so hard?"

"Never," chuckled Damon, the keyboard player.

Kyle frowned. "Pick on Kyle all the time."

Shaking his head, Matt held up his hand, indicating for Kyle to please stop talking.

Heeding his advice, the chestnut haired young man did as told, and instead opted to glance at the watch around his wrist. "It's time for your ice cream anyhow. Tell Mimi I said hi."

Again, Matt found himself succumbing to the eye roll. Kyle really had to let go any fantasy he had of him and Mimi uniting. One, Mimi didn't, and probably never would, see him in that light, and two Matt would never let the two date. Unraveling the strap of his guitar from around his neck, Matt walked over to the short set of stairs where he kept his guitar case. Carefully placing his guitar in the case, he waved off his band-mates before heading down the steps and towards the brunette with his guitar case in tow.

"He's finished," said Mimi, rising from her seat just as the blonde approached. Greeting him with a smile, Mimi's own faded when Matt didn't return the gesture.

"Ready?" he asked.

Nodding, Mimi turned to the blonde Matt had yet to acknowledge. "This is Michael. He was impressed with your vocal skills."

"Do you sing?"

Michael shook his head.

"You're in my chem. class. The new kid who showed up late."

"And our English class," Mimi reminded him.

"Well sorry to cut the meeting short, but Mimi and I have a tradition to hold up."

"The ice cream. Mimi told me about it. Well, nice meeting you."

"You as well."

Watching the odd interaction, Mimi grabbed Matt by the elbow after waving Michael off, practically speeding him out of the auditorium. "What was that?"

"What was what?"

"You were kinda cold."

"Miss. Tachikawa," said Matt and then paused, halting before the arched wooden door that led out of the school. "In all the years you have known me, did you expect anything better?"

Sighing, Mimi pushed one of the doors out. She should have remembered that Matt needed a serious work on his people skills.

xoxoxox

Vehemently glaring at his phone, Davis shook his head before stuffing it into the pocket of his hoodie before dropping his head against the tabletop.

"What's wrong, Davis?" a shoulder length haired brunette asked with concern.

Glancing upwards, Davis met Kari's large brown eyes dripping with much warmth. Sheepishly he smiled, his heart perking up. Kari was cute, totally cute. However, he'd never say that out loud, especially since Tai was sitting at the table a mere couple of chairs away.

"Jun…"

"What's she doing here?" suddenly interjected the voice of Matt.

Turning his gaze towards the door, Davis caught the blonde just as he ducked behind a frowning Mimi, who was muttering a 'will you grow up.' "Relax," he said with a wave of the arm. "She's not here. She just texted me, wondering why I get to hang out with you and she doesn't."

Smiling with amusement, Matt walked over to Davis and fondly patted his head. "You're privileged."

Rolling her eyes, Mimi decided it was best to seat herself next to Sora. Beside Kari and TK, she was the only sane person in this abnormal group of kids in her opinion. Speaking of Kari and TK, Mimi's eyes shot towards the chestnut-brown haired girl. She was present, but where was the blonde? "Where's TK?"

Placing the guitar by an empty chair, Matt sat beside Davis wondering the exact same thing.

Kari instantly blushed, turning her eyes towards the table.

Davis, however, perked up with pride. "He's in detention."

Elbow instantly slipping from its position on the table, Sora nearly caused her chin to collide into the tabletop. "TK and detention?"

Kari blushed even harder.

Lips pressing into a thin line, Matt's brilliant blues turned cold. Reaching over, he gripped Davis's shoulder firmly. "Start explaining."

Swallowing, or was it more gulping, Davis's eyes darted anywhere but at the blonde. So maybe TK shouldn't have been the one in detention, he should've, but the teacher caught TK with the balloon stuffed with whipped cream, not him. It was supposed go on their new teacher's chair as a mean of welcoming the new school year, but TK didn't think it was a good idea. So much for being self righteous. It served the twerp right.

"He was caught with a whipped cream balloon."

"Whipped cream balloon?" Matt repeated, his brows wrinkling in slight amusement. "Please continue."

Turning red for Davis understood the amusement was just a trick on the blonde's part, he said, "It was a welcoming present for our new teacher." With every word Davis spoke, Matt's eyes turned colder and colder. Talk about overprotective. Why did he care so much anyhow? Wasn't he jealous that TK got to live with their mom or something? Beside, did that matter anyhow? TK said their parents were getting back together. "TK…" Great, now his confidence was failing him, he was beginning to stutter. It was all Matt's fault. He had to have eyes of ice. What did Jun, let alone the rest of the female population, see in him anyhow? He wasn't that good looking.

"It's my fault…" Her voice was so low, Davis, let alone Matt, barely heard her.

"Don't cover for him, Kari," Matt replied, issuing a kind smile her way.

Kari blushed. "I was the one telling Davis I was going to ignore it. I told TK to leave him alone. I even tried snatching it back. Then when Mrs. Clara came, I ran."

"Actually I grabbed your wrist and dragged you along," Davis muttered honestly.

Now Tai had stood up with both palms pressed flat against the tabletop. "You touched my sister?"

Mimi and Sora groaned in unison.

"This is supposed to be about ice cream," Mimi sighed. "Happiness and utter bliss."

The three boys rolled their eyes, and instead continued their deathly stares at each other.

A/N: I know Davis can be a jerk at times, but I still love him! Next chapter will pick up where this one has left off.