Chapter 9

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"What the heck is going on?" screamed Asya. She had walked in on Angus and Olive. Kissing.

Olive gasped.

"...that concludes your CPR training for today." said Angus, running off past Aysa.

She stood in the doorway with her mouth hanging open.

"I repeat: what the heck is going on."

"To be honest, even I'm not sure. And I know everything." Olive frowned.

Aysa joined Olive on her bed.

"I thought you were dating Dixon?" She asked with concern.

"I am! I mean, I was." Olive sighed.

"What?" said Aysa.

"We broke up this morning. He was cheating on me with this foreign spy."

"Oh. I'm so sorry Livy." Aysa reached over the bed and gave Olive a hug.

"It's okay. I had another boy in mind anyways."

"Let me guess. Angus."

"Angus?! Ew, of course not." Olive grimaced.

Aysa looked at Olive, confused. "Then who."

"Fletcher." Aysa gasped loudly. Before she could help herself, she slapped Olive in the face.

"Oww! What the heck?" cried Olive. Aysa gasped again.

"Sorry, impulsive. Do you have any water?" asked Aysa out of turn.

"Uh.. sure." Olive handed Aysa a bottle of water. She stared at Aysa as she opened.

Aysa filled her mouth with water and did a dramatic spit take.

"Fletcher? Fletcher Quimby? The boy you've been picking on since 2nd grade? Why? How?"

"I don't know. Something just...happened."

"Well why were your lips on Angus' just now."

Olive shrugged. "He kissed me. I didn't want him too. I wanted him to fix my computer. I was just imagining I was kissing Fletcher and-"

"Okay okay. too much imformation." Aysa shivered.

Do you think you could get him to talk to me outside?" said Olive.

Aysa thought about the weird relationship/friendship thing that Fletcher and Chyna had just ended. It was wrong to set him up with Chyna's best friend. But, she had painted herself into a corner. She sighed.

"Sure."

"Yay, yay, yay!" shrieked Olive has she gave Aysa another hug.

"You owe me." Aysa sighed. "How am a gonna tell Chyna and Angus?" she thought to herself.


It had been three months since Aysa had talk to Fletcher about Olive. Fletcher and Olive had started dating. Fletcher told Olive Chyna meant nothing to him anymore, and she was quite hurt. It was hard for Angus and Chyna to get over the news about the new couple. Mr. Grundy flew everyone to New York in his private jet to the opening of his flagship store. Everyone cheered.

"First, the ceremonial ribbon cutting! Where are my comically large scissors?" asked Mr. Grundy.

"Oh sorry, I borrowed them to make these comically large paper dolls." said Chyna handing him the large scissors and holding up paper dolls.

"Oh look, they're holding hands, we're holding hands." said Olive to Fletcher holding his hand and pointing at the paper dolls, their hands entwined also.

"And they're dolls and you're a doll." said Fletcher tapping Olive's nose with his hand flirtyly. (A/N that's not a word is it?) Olive giggled.

"He's nauseous and I'm nauseous." grimaced Lexi as she pointed to Angus then to herself.

"Can we stop comparing things?" asked Aysa.

"Interesting factoid, comparison is the considering of two things with regard to some characteristic that is common to both, as the-" Olive began.

"Let the poor man continue with his presentation!" said Chyna, muting everyone.

"Okay everyone, this is it! One, two, Z!" continued Mr. Grundy. His cut the red ribbon and everyone clapped and cheered. Everyone then began leaving to go site-seeing.

"What? Where are you going? It's a work day." said a confused Mr. Grundy.

"What? We have to work here?" cried Lexi as Mr. Grundy threw her a shirt. "And wear ugly shirts?!"

"Yes! Why pay employees when I can make my students unpaid interns?" Mr. Grundy smiled. "Welcome to the Z Store! Where you will be zelling all my ztuff with a zmile!"

"Zoory..." began Aysa.

"Zee yah zucker!" finished Chyna as everyone ran off. Lexi threw her shirt back at Mr. Grundy.


Fletcher and Olive decided to go to the art museum.

Chyna sighed. "Whatever happened to the three amigos?" she asked Aysa.

Aysa gave her a look.

"I mean...four amigos...sorry, I...forgot to include myself...?"

Aysa rolled her eyes.

"I'm not sure. But those two are getting annoying!" She answered. Chyna nodded.

"Should I try and join-" Chyna was cut off when she heard a rap.

"Jack be quick,

Jack be nimble,

the Z-Phone ain't nothing but a status symbol.

let me school you,

gather around my scholars,

you getting poor while they worth 50 billion dollars.

Holler! Word!"

"How could he say that?" asked Mr. Grundy.

"I know right? It's HOLLA! Not 'holler'!" Aysa shook her head.

"Not that! Z-Tech is worth 55 billion dollars!" asked Mr. Grundy.

"Okay that didn't make any sense and you suck at rapping!" said Chyna as she marched up to the boy.

"And you said it wrong. It's "HOLLA!" Not Holler." said Aysa.

"Oh Aysa! Enough with the 'Holla!'"

The boy turned around.

"Excuse me sir, I'm going to have to ask you leave. As you can see, the sign says "no loitering." said Mr. Grundy, pointing to an almost not visible no loitering sign.

"I've been rapping on this corner long before there was a Z-Store here. If anyone's loitering, it's you." replied the boy.

"Do you know who I am?" asked Zoltan.

"I think so."

"Yo check it,

it's the real Z Grundy,

He'll sell you a fancy phone for three or four hundy,

I'm chiseled like a rock,

you're like a waterbed,

I rap all day while

you eat banana bread,

you think you can beat me,

you've been mislead,

I've won more battles then you have hair upon your head."

"OHHHH." went everyone.

"Okay, that was some really hurtful flow." said Mr. Grundy walking away sadly.

"Sorry about what we said before. Let's pretend we're first meeting. Hi, I'm Chyna. And this is Aysa." she said pointing to Aysa.

"Sup, I'm Hudson!" said the boy smiling.

"Listen Hudson, we think you're very talented. But maybe you could find another topic to rap about, instead of telling people they shouldn't waste their money on anything in the store." said Chyna.

A woman walking into the store overheard and turn around to leave. Chyna ran over.

"No, wait, how can I be of service?!" she called. The woman kept walking.

"Another topic to rap about? Yeah I can do that."

"Great."

"Yo, yo,

peek the prissy missy with the fancy shoes,

from the burbs,

don't know what it's like to lose.

you cruise through life as a rich guys daughter,

you probably only bathe in bottle water."

"You know what? I'm tired of being nice. Why don't you just do us all a favour and go home." said Chyna angrily.

"Yeah, it's like fe fi fo funk,

I smell the blood of a jealous punk,

if you think you can just waltz up in here,

you vision just might not be clear-"

"Aysa, your rapping is even worst!" said Chyna.

Aysa sighed an began examining her nails.

"Maybe because I can't." continued Hudson.

"What?" said Chyna, confused.

"You live this privileged life, and you just assume everyone else does too. Well guess what? I'm from the street." said Hudson walking away. Before he left, he turned around.

"And by the way Aysa,

what type of rapping is that

oh wait it's the same sound you get

from stepping on the tail of a cat.

maybe you could try to rap,

but never succeed because you sound like a rat

getting crushed by a mat."

He began leaving again.

"Wait, Hudson, I'm sorry-"

"Look, save it, you don't even know how to talk to someone like me."

"No. But I do." said Mr Grundy. He walked out of the Z-Store wearing a rapper jumpsuit and money jewelry and a SnapBack on backwards.

"Mr. Grundy, what are you doing?" asked Chyna and Aysa.

"It is a rap battle he desires, then t'is a rap battle he shall receive."

"Straight outta Liverpool,

don't play me as a fool,

I run my own school,

got a jet with a pool,

if you got any sense,

you rap on another block,

cause I got two hands,

like a tickety-tickety clock!"

Suddenly, a man with a hotdog machine walked out of the Z-Store. Everyone was confused. Angus followed him out.

"Well, if you didn't want anyone to take it, you shouldn't have left it on the corner!" yelled Angus.


Chyna sighed and sat on the edged of the curb. They were in New York. NEW YORK! And what was she doing? Sitting on the curb and watching cars and cabs go bye. She suddenly heard a voice.

"Hey." Chyna looked up. It was Fletcher.

"Hey."

OHHH, yet another cliff hanger ;) Review and Favorite and all that and most of all... enjoy! ~Lollypops'nGumdrops