A/N: AHAR! AN UPDATE? DUN DUN DUN. Yes, be amazed reviewers and readers. I shall make up for the stupidity of my wandering fingers by updating again. Insert waggly eyebrows here.
This chapter is a lot shorter than I intended, which means that there's probably going to be a sixth or seventh chapter. GEEZ. When I started this, I planned on just four chapters, but… D: Anyways, it's taken me a week and I end it where I end it because the creativity just stopped flowing for this.
Warnings, I'm sick. Really sick. So things are going to be off. Other than the characters I mean. Further innuendo here.
Warnings: Alright, almost-blatant shonen-ai/slash of the TysonxKai variety. And, err, language. Mild, but still.
Chapter 4
Hilary had imagined this moment in many different ways over the past, oh, three days. In one of her daydreams, she walked to their regular lunch table and announced she knew who byakko.dream was. Miriam, Tyson, possibly Kai, Max and/or Kenny would all look at her with some form of shock or interest, and she would promptly tell a heart-melting story about all his romantic e-mails and her startlingly amazing abilities as a teenage sleuth. Miriam, of course, would be a perfect, understanding best friend and totally not be angry that Hilary hadn't told her anything about her secret admirer.
In another of her daydreams, Miriam and Tyson and all the other names afore listed already knew about the e-mails and helped her figure out byakko.dream's secret identity (but she, of course, figured it out first) and then they plotted either to a) humiliate him or b) get Hilary to confront him.
Neither of these things happened.
"I have figured him out."
This announcement was followed by a loud bang of cheap metal on a cheaper table as Hilary dropped her lunch tray in front of Tyson, who looked up from his own lunch to give her an annoyed look.
"Fantastic. You can go and give him mushy letters and his cranes back." He grumbled, stuffing another forkful of Mac 'n Cheese in his mouth. Kai, next to him, gave Hilary a quick I don't care look and flipped the page of his novel – Anna Karenina (1), which was sadly fitting.
Miriam turned and continued chatting to Max and Kenny simply shrugged, confused and completely uninterested. Suffice to say, Hilary was quit disappointed.
Silently, she took her seat between Miriam and Kenny and was pleased when said girl didn't shift away from her. Things weren't totally lost, then, and it shouldn't be that difficult to salvage Miriam's trust in her.
"Well, alright, Tyson knows what I'm talking about, but aren't any of the rest of you at least curious?"
Kai, for once, spoke for them all. "No," he replied immediately, flipping another page. Tyson glanced over and flinched.
"Do you have to do that when I'm eating?" He whined, leaning his elbows on the table to adopt a typical, Tyson-sulk pose. Kai raised an eyebrow, and Hilary found herself, yet again, forgotten.
"Do what?"
"Read."
Miriam snorted and Kai returned to his book, scowling to a deeper degree now. He muttered something to himself, most likely unfriendly to annoying blunette's everywhere, but those at the lunch table knew better than to listen to Kai's random rants of anger. Well, really, they couldn't help that they weren't up to his obnoxiously high standards
No one bothered to say snob anymore, by fear of death.
Surprisingly, Hilary joined Kai in the scowl-fest. She folded her arms across her chest, glaring at her surrounding friends and leaned back in her seat, lunch untouched. At this, Miriam rolled her eyes.
"Okay, so you know who the guy is…all the more reason to stay away from him." She told the wannabe journalist. Hilary sighed, her angry demeanour fading instantly.
"Yeah, you know, I was kind of thinking that today in English." She mumbled, frowning at the thought of her suspected secret admirer. Max peered around Miriam a Hilary, and both shared a confused look.
"What guy?" Max asked, at the same times Miriam said, "Why?"
Just as Hilary opened her mouth, Tyson cut into the conversation, apparently over Kai's offensive reading habits.
"Hey, I thought you weren't talking to each other?" He waved a finger, motioning to the small space between his sister and friend. With a threatening smack of paperback on stomach, Kai quelled his boyfriend's curiosity, rolling his eyes.
"You are an idiot." His tone was affectionate, despite Tyson's moans from the literary violence Kai had just inflicted upon him. With a satisfying flap of a closing book, Kai shoved his seat back and stood up, ignoring the unhappy glares Tyson sent up to his towering figure. The moody boy turned his eyes on Hilary. "Mr. Richards scheduled another 'emergency'" – here he raised to fingers to make quotations around the word – "meeting today after school, by the way. Guess there's some last minute planning we need to do before recruiting the slaves."
Hilary grinned at him. "Any ideas, this time around?" she asked nonchalantly, enjoying the confusion that swept over the others at the table (besides Kenny) who didn't quite understand the Student Council 'code-speak.'
Kai smirked. "I've got a few, and I think Rei is forcing his posse to join us in the sweat-inducing work of setting up a hormone fest."
"I'm assuming you mean the dance," Max piped up, looking mildly shocked at Kai's er, odd sense of humour. Actually, he seemed surprised Kai had any kind of funny bone.
"Of course." Kai drawled in response quickly, before turning back to Hilary. "If you've got any changes to make to your contact information –"
"Tell you?" Hilary predicted, and then blanched when Kai shook his head.
"Our dear President has the list right now. He needed to make some changes," Here, he paused. "I hope he takes off the combination thing."
She shook her head. "Nah," she told him. "It helped us last year when Nia, our old president, got appendicitis on Valentine's Day." Kai blinked at her, and Hilary rolled her eyes. "Get Rei to tell you the story."
"We're not that chummy." Kai grumbled rebelliously, and Max and Tyson both snickered at his use of the word 'chummy.' He shot both of them his patented death glare, and they reluctantly sobered.
"He's not that bad," Max pointed out cheerfully, and Tyson nodded.
"Yeah! He'd probably be one of the best buds crowding this table if, you know, he figured out the world has a very warped definition of cool." Tyson said seriously enough that Miriam snorted as she drank her juice. Tyson flicked a piece of macaroni at her, earning a panicked squawk.
"Tyson!" She wiped at the cheese on her shirt gingerly, muttering about the stupidity of brothers. Now slightly more upset than she had been thus far, she turned her angered glance to Kai, who squared his shoulders in preparation for man's worst fear: an angry woman.
"There is nothing wrong with Rei Kon," Miriam pointed out, her voice stern. She inspected her shirt, and once satisfied there was no artificial cheese on the blue fabric, continued. "You, Mr. Hiwatari, are just upset by the fact that you have to listen to him as long as you're on the student council." Kai snorted.
"I don't have to do anything," he responded coldly. Tyson groaned, and sunk lower in his seat. Apparently, today was one of those days where Miriam and Kai were at odds with one another. "Least of all listen to a self-righteous jock who this entire, idiotic school thought would be a good student body representative."
"Well, it was either him or Eddie Wheeler," Max cut in, just as Miriam opened her mouth to say things apparently regarding Rei Kon's outstanding virtues. "And, holy cow, are you ever lucky it wasn't Eddie." He whistled to himself, and then started on his jell-o.
Hilary slouched in her seat at the mention of her suspected byakko.dream. Miriam's eyes narrowed, but neither girl said anything. Max continued.
"He's…well, he's an okay guy and all, but he's a bit selfish." He plopped another spoonful of the orange dessert into his mouth, cheerfully humming to himself. "And conceited, like, really conceited."
"We could tell," Hilary mumbled, thinking back to English. She shuddered at the thought of leaving school events in his hands.
Kai sniffed, tucking his book under one arm. "Whatever. If you need to change anything, now's the time to do it," he said, returning conversation to the vague topic of the Student Council Communication information. "Just go tell Rei." With a shrug of his shoulders, the dual-haired teen stalked his way out of the cafeteria.
Tyson watched him go for a moment, and then returned to his lunch.
First chapter without a single e-mail. D: The ending sucks, major-ly, I know. But this is a bit of a filler chapter.
To everyone, I'm sorry I am so sucky at mysteries. Also, I know I have totally destroyed a lot of people's characters. D:
(1) Tragic Russian literature for a tragic Russian 'blader.