Chapter six: What They Knew, and What I Didn't
How do they know me? I barely know them! I, I don't understand, why would they do all of this for me? It's not like them, I know that for sure. I know that they're supposed to be cold, and emotionless,; and yet, here they are, buying me dinner, and saying that my grammar was wrong! But, they're talking to me; so not like them! They took the time to read my bio; I didn't even know I had a bio! This is too creepy, maybe I should get out of here, but how? And, how am I going to get a job?' As I was lost in my thoughts; my own world, the Blitzkriegboys were busy deciding on what they were to eat. Ian glanced up at me from his maroon menu. His dark brown eyes weren't as cold as they usually are; but I never noticed due to my absentmindedness. "Do you even know what we're talking about, miss?" Ian said to me in slow Russian calmly. Everyone looked up, and waited for my answer. I snapped out of my comatose state of mind, and stared across at him with my clear icy blue eyes.
I shook my head quickly after thinking about what to say; I didn't want to offend them or anything, and my grammar was pretty bad. "I do not know what you are talking about. I have no knowledge of any bio on myself. Could you please explain how you guys know about it, but that I do not." I replied slowly in English; looking for the right words sometimes takes a little while to find. Ian's dark brown eyes didn't show any hint of coldness, and that fact slightly scared me; I'm used to seeing them cold-hearted, horrid, rough, outlandish, and rash, this new kind side to them frightened me. My eyes changed color to a sea blue color. They noticed fairly quickly ( I was told that they were very observational, but I didn't expect them to be that observational!). Tala sighed, and closed his icy blue eyes; I guess they got that look before many times to know what it meant. He opened his eyes again after a few silent awkward minutes. He picked up his fork, and put it on the opposite side of his white shiny plate in front of him. He looked up at me with his vibrant icy blue eyes, and kept that calm, emotionless gaze upon me.
"We know who you are, and what you used to do before you quite. We also know you're new last name, and what great power you posses. We know this from studying your bio from the Abbey; where we were raised and trained in the art of beyblading." He gave me a look that signified if I was sated yet or not, I shook my head in response to it. He gave another sigh, and closed his icy blue eyes once more, and continued talking in a calm voice with a Russian accent, "we have information about many of the powerful Beybladers in the world that ever made it to their countries' finals in their tournaments'. You, happen to be one of the few that won a tournament in their country."