CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The fact that Dylan had only gotten two hours of sleep didn't seem to bother Tala much. Training was training and whether she was part of the team or not, she still had to go out with them. Being a girl, she took longer to get ready than the guys had and was therefore the last person to come downstairs for breakfast.
As cruel as it was, the redhead was looking forward to seeing her reaction to the 'illustration' he'd drew on her. When she smiled and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a seat beside him even, he realized she probably hadn't noticed.
That was until she randomly placed her hand on the table for everyone to see. His drawing was still there and from the looks of it, she hadn't even tried to wash it off. Along with the sketch, she'd decided to put a little caption of her own. With an arrow pointed to the art, 'TALA'S ACTUAL SIZE' was visible in legible writing.
Taking one look at the thing, Bryan only sighed and went back to drinking his coffee, and while Spencer and Ian cracked up, Kai was, as per usual, uninterested by the circumstance. Frowning, Tala got up and yanked the blonde off her seat and proceeded towards the sink where he began washing off the atrocity.
Unfortunately for him, soap and water – and nail polish remover, alcohol, hand sanitizer, more soap and water – were nothing compared to the staying power of a Sharpie. Accordingly, with the bribe of twenty bucks, she was to keep her mitten on that hand when they were in public.
x x x
The training session had elapsed for a little over thirty minutes. While Spencer, Kai, and Bryan engaged in a three-way practice battle, Tala was instructed to take apart his beyblade for Ian. In doing so, the redhead immediately furrowed his eyebrows at the foreign substances observable inside his beyblade. Touching it and rubbing his two fingers together and even having a whiff of it, he recognized it to be the motor oil of a car. The other material he identified as anti-freeze.
"You fixed it?" He held it out towards Ian.
The indigo haired boy stopped his key-stroking at once and took a look at the grey beyblade. After speculation, he put together the beyblade and handed it back to Tala, "Try it. Use the engine gear,"
Nodding, the team captain strolled towards the dish and launched the blade where three others were already battling it out. Following the pick of Spencer as an opponent, he released the engine gear and called out an attack before looking over his shoulder at Ian.
Staring at the laptop screen for few more seconds, the ruby eyed boy glanced at his team captain, "It's working fine. You're good,"
And after expressing appreciation towards Ian for resolving his issue, Tala went back to training, giving the other team members specific orders on what to do and what he expected.
During all this, Dylan wasn't present. Why would she be? After all, she had the possibility of bumping into Garland again. Maybe this time she could invite him over for dinner; she wondered just how much the redhead would like that. Enjoying the idea, she continued strolling down the hallways of the recreation center and instead of bumping into who she had hoped to bump into, she found Mathilda by the water fountain.
"Look who we have here," The blonde smirked, "What are you doing, hun?"
"Training with my team,"
"Cool," Dylan nodded before pulling the pink haired girl by the hand, "Let's get something from the cafe downstairs,"
"B-but I have to go back to my team!"
"They'll understand if you're a little late,"
"But -"
Stopping abruptly, the blonde turned around, "I said they'll understand,"
Slumping her shoulders, Mathilda bobbed her head in acceptance. She was brought to the first floor where the cafe was located. Ordering two milkshakes, one banana, one strawberry, they sat at a small square table for two. "So," Dylan took a sip of her drink, "Mattie," She smiled as she looked at the girl, "How old are you, hun?"
"I'm turning 17 in a couple of weeks,"
"Cool. Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No..."
"How many guys have you fucked?" Instantly, the cheeks of the pink haired girl went a coral colour, the question being answered in itself, "Virgin, then," Dylan deduced, "Interesting. Anyways, I have to ask you something,"
Mathilda looked up apprehensively, "Is it about Julia?"
"Aren't you a smart one?" The blonde looked amused, "Yes it is. And Hilary and Mariah,"
"But Hilary and Mariah are really nice..."
"I never said they weren't. So, first question: is Julia Tala's ex girlfriend?"
"I don't think so. They've always liked each other, I think,"
"How far have they gone so far?"
"W-what? I...I don't know..."
"Have they ever officially gone out?"
"Not that I know of," Mathilda paused, "Are you going to do something mean to Julia again?"
"Is she your friend?"
"Well, kind of. We're not that close. I only talk to her, Mariah, and Hilary sometimes when we're all in one place together,"
"Acquaintances, then,"
"I guess," The younger girl fiddled with the straw in her milkshake, "Why did you kiss Tyson?"
"Because he's cute,"
"Hilary has liked Tyson for four years...I heard she was very upset. She's been crying,"
"How unfortunate. So, tell me everything about Julia,"
"Um, well, she has a brother, Raul; he's 17," Mathilda tried to think up more facts on the F-Dynasty member, "She liked Tala first, two years ago. Oh, um, and, Mariah used to like him too..."
Dylan's raised a brow, "Really..."
"Are you going to tell her I said that?"
"Do I look stupid to you, sweetie?"
Mathilda relaxed slightly, "So yeah, Mariah used to like him and I think he did too,"
"And?"
"And Lee kept getting in the way so they kind of just gave up,"
"Who is this Lee?"
"Lee is Mariah's brother,"
"I see. Why did he keep getting in the way?"
"He doesn't like Tala; he thinks he can't be 'trusted'. It has something to do with the tournament that happened five years ago," Sipping on her milkshake, she raked up another reason: "And because Tala's not really 'boyfriend' material,"
"As in he's a loser or he's a man-whore?"
"Well...he's not really a loser...so the other thing..."
"Ah,"
"From what I've seen and heard, girls come and go for him. He's not very serious about them..."
"That's probably what he goes around saying when the truth is that girls just aren't serious about him. He's just dumb, unattractive, useless, and boring, Mattie, and no girl wants a dumb, unattractive, useless, boring guy; I mean, do you?"
"No..."
"Exactly. So how come you don't have any friends, Mattie?"
"I have friends..."
"The ones in your head don't count, hun,"
"I have a friend named Miriam,"
"Is she real?"
"Yes and she's on a team. She's staying at the same hotel as me,"
"Well isn't that nice," Slurping the lasts of her milkshake, Dylan got up, "Anyways, looks like you have some company. Love ya biatch," Blowing her a kiss, the blonde left the cafe. Not completely comprehending her words, Mathilda looked around, surprised to have spotted Mariah and Hilary.
With some coffee in their hands, both girls took a seat at Mathilda's table, "What were you doing with her?" Hilary enquired.
"I don't know...talking?"
"Do you even know who she is, Mathilda?" Asked Mariah in an attempt to make sure.
"Dylan?"
The White Tiger nodded, "That girl is bad news. I wouldn't socialize with her if I were you,"
"But she seems...nice,"
The brunette burst into laughter, smacking the table for emphasis, "That thing isn't nice! She's a life ruining bitch! Haven't you heard what she's been doing? She's dangling Tyson in front of me, she's been picking on Julia, and since you're a really nice girl, she's probably trying to take advantage of you for her sick little ideas,"
Mathilda bit her bottom lip, "But she bought me this milkshake,"
"She didn't buy the milkshake," Mariah stepped in, "She bought you,"
Upset by the newfound information, the baby pink haired girl looked over at her watch, "I'm so sorry guys but I have to go back to training. Catch you later," Tossing her empty milkshake into the trashcan, she ran out of the snack bar.
x x x
Taking the elevator to the designated floor, Dylan walked down the hallway to reach the Blitzkrieg Boys room. That was until her ears picked up on something: "B to the B to the A to the...to the...this isn't working!"
It sounded an awful lot like a cheer. A really bad cheer. Following the voice, she found herself standing in front of a door, peering into the room through the small glass panel. A group of girls, perhaps ten to twelve of them, all hurdled around a tan, aqua-haired girl who seemed to be giving them instructions. After that, they all put their hands in the middle before shouting something and raising them in the air, followed by a couple of girls jumping, some yelling 'woots'.
Having clearly had enough, Dylan invited herself into the room.
"Who are you?" Asked the aqua-haired girl immediately.
"Better question: what is this?"
"The BBA cheerleading squad,"
Dylan looked over at the girls and then shifted her gaze over to the bright haired girl, "Seriously?"
"Yes, is there a problem?"
"There isn't a problem," The blonde glanced at the group and sneered, "There are problems, with an 'S', like plural, as in this is a disaster. Can these girls even do a back flip?"
"They're learning,"
The blonde looked sickened, "I will like throw up right now," She clapped her hands a few times, "Ladies! In a line please! Now!" Although confused for the first few seconds, the order was followed and a line-up was formed. Dylan strolled over to one end and took a good look at the first girl, "Your hair is disgusting; invest in a straightner," With that, she moved onto the next, "Just because this is Russia doesn't mean you can look like a vampire; get a tan," And she continued, providing each girl with a 'suggestion', "You need to smile. You don't need to smile. Get rid of that stupid Monroe piercing, you look like an imbecile. Your brows are making you look like a cheap prostitute; fix them. And you need to lose some serious mass, hun; in cheerleading we throw people in the air and girls with a massive behind don't go up as high,"
"Okay, just who are you?" The high-pitched girl enquired.
"Dylan,"
"Dylan...Ivanov?"
"Apparently,"
"Then you must be...Tala's sister?"
"It's absolutely flattering that you know who I am when I have no idea who the hell you are,"
"I'm Ming-Ming,"
"And you're their captain?"
"Captain-to-be,"
"And who's in charge of actually picking the captain?"
"That would be me," Both Dylan and Ming-Ming, as well as the other girls, looked towards to door as a chubby elderly man walked inside.
x x x
Today's training was a success for the Blitzkrieg Boys. Then again, every training session was a success for them. They pushed themselves hard, possibly harder than any other team out there. This year they wanted to strip the BBA Revolution of their winning title; four years was a long time for Tyson, and Daichi, to remain number one.
As Bryan passed around water bottles, Ian read the stats off his laptop, "Spencer had the most improvements today, Bryan had the least, only Kai managed to use Dranzer to full capacity, and Tala, your engine gear is working perf -" He paused as the doors to their training room was pushed open by Dylan, and with her arms crossed and a smirk on her lips, she stood there.
All eyes on her, just the way she liked it.
And expected.
There was nothing surprisingly about her presence of course, but it was what she was wearing. Her outfit consisted of a blue full sleeve crop top...very crop, exposing a liberal amount of her belly and midriff. The V-neck – which didn't reveal cleavage but was most certainly teasing especially with her BFF locket dangling close to the vicinity – was hemmed in a golden yellow colour. As for her bottoms? A super tiny blue skirt with golden yellow pleats sat low on her frame and a pair of white runners finished everything off. With 'BBA' stitched on the front of her top in the same yellow, she looked an awful lot like...
"Holla at your new BBA cheerleading captain, bitches."
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