Zomg! =(

I am just about ready to kill someone……..ugh!

Some boys can just be like soooo annoying!! Noo offence to you not-so-irritable boys, seriously, you rock ;]

But the others are just so UGH!

That's probably why I decided to make May all angry in this chapter :P so I could relate lolz

Okay I'm just gonna shut up now…I'm probably annoying some of you people who are actually reading this…

So here's the update (:

Thank you soo much for the reviews everyone! It makes me feel my writing is actually somewhat up to standards for a 13 year old girl =]

Yeyz, anywho…I don't own Pokémon D:

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Chapter 8

» Jealous Much

May sighed deeply as she shuffled under the covers of the bed. Everything was so peaceful – until she heard the irritable sound of the alarm clock ringing. She let out an exasperated moan and flung an arm out blindly in the direction the vibrating and buzzing device. It had been conveniently situated at a safe distance out of arm reach. She growled and flung the covers off her head and stared at the Gulpin clock at the other end of the room.

She groggily rolled out of the bed, the rough lurching from the boat helping her accomplish the task but with a twist; she landed on the floor in a slight daze. One of her Pokéballs rolled off the nightstand and landed with a soft thud on her head. She sat up and rubbed her head; now fully awake. The clock still shook in frustration, not realising the brunette had her eyes open. She glared at the device and flung the Pokéball across the room. It struck the clock which dropped to the floor with a sharp bang as several particles of the device flew across the floor.

May smiled in triumph as she stood off and brushed her clothes down. She then realised she had just destroyed her only means of waking up considering Drew had no mind of doing so. She glared at the destroyed device with frustration before angrily gathering up some fresh clothes. She calmed herself with a shower, which in all honesty didn't improve her tired and frustrated mood. She gave the shattered remains of the former alarm clock one last look before exiting the room.

To add to her irritated mood, the first person she saw when she arrived on the deck was none other then Tiffany. She glared at the girl who was dressed in a pink dress which reached down to her mid-thigh with a white band tied tightly around her waist and white leggings. The black-haired girl noticed her instantly too as she two exchanged heated glares.

"Look what the flamingo coughed up." May growled as the fangirl advanced towards her.

Tiffany's eyes flashed dangerously as her hand twitched in temptation. She didn't want her unladylike qualities to be seen by Drew though, who was watching the two girls across the deck with Solidad and Harley in fascination.

"At least I don't go around to Drew pretending to be utterly dying in pain. I just barely touched you." Tiffany retorted standing a foot away from the brunette.

Nothing would have done May more pleasure then to slap the black-haired girls smug face at that moment. She restrained herself, however. If anything she didn't want to get in trouble for violent actions and gauging from yesterday evenings slap she could probably be overpowered easily enough.

"I don't have anger problems." May said dryly, crossing her arms across her face with a false sweet smile.

Tiffany's eyes narrowed as an insult quickly formed in her mind. "Ooooh, don't worry darling. I've seen you flare up when a girl starts getting her way with the man you wish you could be with. Jealousy isn't pretty on girls," She then looked the fuming May up and down to add affect, "well then again, nothing looks good on you."

May snapped and lunged at the smirked black-haired girl who began examining her perfectly manicured nails. "Speak for yourself!" she snapped tackling the girl to the ground.

Tiffany scowled at being caught off-guard by the sudden motion. She tightened a firm grip around the brunette's neck and overpowered her with the cheap movement. They swapped sides so now May was pressed up against the ground with Tiffany banging her head against the floorboards. She winced at each hit and balled her hands into a fist and landed a blow across the Tiffany's face. She growled and grabbed a fistful of the other girl's brunette hair and gave it a sharp yank. May whimpered in pain as she attempted to knee the girl on top of her in the stomach.

Tiffany was suddenly pulled forcefully off by May. The black-haired girl didn't give in without another sharp pull of the other girl's hair. May was then pulled to a stand by another pair of hands. She looked over her shoulder to find Solidad with a serious face keeping a firm grip on her.

"Oh Drew!" Tiffany squealed, suddenly realising who had dragged her off the brunette. "Did you see what May did to me?" She pointed towards the circular red mark on her face.

"I'm sure it doesn't compare to what you did to her." he said grimly. He forced Tiffany's other hand out of a fist and strands of brunette hair was whipped away in the sea breeze.

"Oh but Drewy," The chartreuse-haired boy's eye twitched at the irritable nickname. Tiffany gripped onto her arm like leech – receiving a roll of the eyes from May – and pouting, "she tackled me to the ground! I had to defend myself!"

Drew said at the excusing from the petty girlish bickering which he could never understand. "Or you could have just not have said anything to her at all and, oh I don't know, leave her and me alone." he said coldly, pulling his arm out of her unwomanly strong grip. He could see how May could be easily overpowered by the girl; she wasn't the normal gentle strength of most females.

Tiffany's jaw dropped slightly as she gasped. "Drew!" she shrieked, "How could you say something like that? Are you saying you're taking her," she pointed to May in disgust, "side in all of this?"

He sighed in exasperation as he walked away from the black-haired girl and towards May who had been quiet with Solidad gripping her securely in case she decided to attack again. "No," he said simple pushing May away, "she's in trouble too."

"Oh, what is the almighty one going to do to me?" she growled, although she began feeling rather intimidated as she received a sharp glare from Drew.

And during this whole time, Harley was still sat at the table – devouring his own and both Drew and Solidad's remaining breakfast. He had watched the events with the greatest of fascination, munching away absent minded and watched the scene from afar. Much like many other people who had stopped what they were doing to watch the fight between the two girls and the outcome when the two other familiar co-ordinators had decided to step in.

The pink-haired co-ordinator who had stepped into the scene sighed. She then turned her attention to Tiffany who was glaring daggers at May's back.

"Why does Drew like her." the girl muttered to herself as her glare switched her onyx eyes to a longing gaze after Drew.

Solidad looked at her, then at the two who were walking away in silence until they were out of earshot by everyone else on the deck. "Probably because she doesn't make an automatic grudge against people who Drew does like – which may I add is extremely rare."

Tiffany diverted her attention to Solidad with narrowed eyes. "She was the one who attacked me!" she shrieked and stomped off away.

The pink-haired girl sighed and made her way through the crowds of whispering people. She situated herself beside Harley who beamed at her happily. She didn't return the gesture; instead she stared at her plate of empty food.

"Harley…who's my breakfast?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow and lifting her head to look at the innocent face Harley had on.

"Ooooh, well you see sweetheart!" he began pointing towards the Wingull and Pelipper circling above, "While you and Drew ere gone, all those Pokémon came down and started eating yours and Drew's breakfast! I tried to fend them off hon, honest! But there were just too many." He buried his face in the palms of his hands and released fake sobs.

Solidad shook her head at the unconvincing lie, although she couldn't help but smile. He peered through the gaps between his fingers when he received no response. She noticed this and gazed at him thoughtfully but he quickly closed the gaps and began sobbing again.

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The two co-ordinators made their way across the deck so they were completely out of earshot. May, being in an already irritated mood would love to be able to push the other girl straight off the boat into the sea below.

"So, any particular reason why you've started a feud with one of my fangirls? I know you've never like them but I don't recall you ever assaulting any of them either." Drew said glancing at the brunette by his side.

She huffed and blew up at her bangs. "She slapped me yesterday for no reason. Why the hell would I let her get away with that?" she growled crossing her arms over her chest.

Drew quirked an eyebrow. "You called her a stalker…and said that she wouldn't dream of flirting with her crush slash obsession. I'm sure that tends to offend you feeble minded females."

May glared at him. "She is a stalker though! How else would she know that I was flirting with you?"

She stopped. Drew stopped. Her words hung in the air as they seemed to repeat themselves. A smirk materialized on the green-haired boy's face as the brunette flushed.

"I did not mean it like that!" she snapped, glaring through her sapphire eyes into Drew's emerald ones.

"Sure you didn't." Drew said sarcastically. He then flicked his hair and added, "Well I never knew that you could actually be classed as a fangirl to a certain degree."

May flushed again, but this time in pure anger. "I am so not some stupid ditzy idiotic fangirl who knows practically every little tiny detail about you Drew Hayden!" she yelled, jabbing him in the chest as he backed away from the infuriated girl.

He grabbed her hands to stop her from hitting him again with her finger. "The stupid ditzy idiotic part fits extraordinarily well. I'm not too sure about the fangirl you knows every little detail part though." he said, watching her temper rise slightly.

"I am not stupid ditzy and idiotic!" she screamed yanking her hand away and turning her back to him.

"Now it makes sense." Drew said, unable to resist annoying the brunette further.

She glanced over her shoulder in curiosity as his smirk widened. "That's why you've always hated my fangirls. You were jealous."

May glared at him as she turned back to face him. "Ha, well you're the one who seems to like protecting me when I get into fights with those idiots who worship at your feet! Now Mr. Hayden, do you really care about me?" She raised an eyebrow at him as his face tinged a slight shade of red.

"Some girl just slapped you, I couldn't exactly leave you there, could I? Just admit May, you like me." Drew said, now crossing his arms.

"No! You say you like me." May said, her angry expression changing swiftly into a smirk similar to her rivals.

His own smirk widened as he uncrossed his arms and pushed his lips into May's. She blinked in surprise as his arms surrounded her, tightening around her waist. She eventually closed her eyes and snaked her arms up around his neck. The smell of the salty air faded to the sweet aroma of fresh roses and her mind pictured them both standing in a beautiful field. His tongue brushed against her lips – requesting entrance. She obliged by parting them slightly. Their tongues brushed off each other and she smile against his mouth. She suddenly became lost in the moment as one of his hands remained wrapped around her waist, the other running up her spine and became tangled in her windblown locks of brunette hair.

She reluctantly broke away and buried her head into his chest. His head rested softly against hers, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Drew," she murmured, her voice muffling against the fabric of his shirt. He hummed as a sign of recognition as he closed his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I kissed you before, remember." he muttered, wondering if it had really ever happened.

She suddenly pulled back and looked at him, confused. "That really happened?" she asked, puzzled.

He nodded slowly, realising her hadn't gone inside – yet.

"Oh," she breathed, "I thought I dreamt that…"

He couldn't hold back a chuckle as she smiled at him. "Afraid not." he said before pushing his mouth against hers once more.

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Tiffany slumped onto her bed, still fuming. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks. Why did May have to get the one guy she was crazy over. She pulled out a picture she had of him, a small smile crept on her face. She then pulled out a notebook titled 'Death List'.

The flipped through a few pages till she rested on one with a picture of the brunette in her traditional red outfit. She glowered as she stared at the picture with the name May Maple written in her bold print. She grabbed a pen and doodled skull and crossbones on the top corner. She then snapped the book shut and glared at the door.

She decided to explore the boat to take her mind off the brunette. She climbed off her bed and out her cabin. She explored the many halls, calming down slightly. Her anger soon returned when she turned a corner and saw the one and only May Maple. Her eyes practically fell out of their sockets when she saw she was still with Drew. But that wasn't what surprised her, which seemed neutral. What made the tears prick her eyes and run back down the corridors was when she saw them both kissing.

"Jealousy isn't pretty on girls." Tiffany muttered under her breath. Although she couldn't help that burning desire she had to be May at that moment. She began scheming in her mind ways to get May out of the picture permanently.

May didn't realise she had just unconsciously made a death wish by hooking up with Drew at that moment.