Starstrukk
Chapter 13 – A problem…

Lighting up with joy as she held the packet of crisps within her small hands, the blonde closed the stranger's lunchbox and placed it back into their school bag. They were her favourite flavour crisps – Prawn Cocktail, oh how she craved the satisfaction of crunching on the tasty snack.

It had been 3 days since the young child had been fed a proper meal, but not for a moment did that stop her from surviving in this vicious world. Her stomach had gone past the stage of growling loudly, it was now starting to hurt and burn constantly. Meanwhile her body was weak and frail.

She had to get rid of the sensation; JoJo couldn't cope with it any longer. Why did everyone else have a packed lunch and a meal to go home too, but me!? – Her heart skipped a beat when she opened the crisps.

Slowly she stepped away from the classmate's peg and ran out into the playground. After being convinced that nobody was present – The child began to nibble on her satisfying find; licking her fingers and lips with delight.

Slamming the photo studio behind him, Kyoya glanced his curious eyes around the dreaded room. He really didn't want to be here. He'd rather be outside beyblading Chris, but clearly that idea went out the window. After Jo-Jo's persuasive business negotiations, the green haired beyblader had no choice but to obey her blackmail.

Deep down, he'd be lying if he'd have said that JoJo's story didn't persuade him – still, he was convinced that it wasn't his fault that there were children starving in this wealthy world/country. Yet there was now no excuse not to do anything about it. It'd be ignorant and heartless to ignore it.

He walked over to the paper backdrop and huffed. There was a motor cycle present and upon the vehicle was a bad boy outfit. "This is shit." Kyoya commented coldly and flashed Melody a cold glare.

"I disagree with you, but there we go. Go and put the outfit on Kyoya whilst I prepare your background scenery." The photographer retaliated and bit down on her lower lip. "There is a bathroom down the hallway, you can get changed in there."

"You're brave." The Leone wielder snarled and picked up the clothing items in a bored gesture. "What makes you think I will come back Melody?"

"Because you have already had a taste of JoJo's harassment – you honestly don't want a taste of mine now do you?" She mocked and approached her camera sitting on the tripod; ready to set up the settings for a crystal clear photograph. "Now hurry up, I don't want to be here all day. I have a deadline."

"Gingka, I'm not answering your question again."

"But JoJo! You don't understand. Masamune is making my life hell; you have to accept him on the calendar."

The CEO sat back in her chair and sighed heavily. "If he's pestering you that much Gingka, send him to my office. I won't have a problem negotiating with him." She concluded and placed the phone down on him – JoJo was tired of hearing the excuses and cheap talk.

She wanted to focus her attention on the blond beyblader who was sat before her. "Do you want to be in this calendar Chris?" JoJo asked and began to fiddle with her Pandora bracelet on her wrist.

"Erm, no, not really. But judging by what I've heard, I have no choice do I?" Chris could tell that the CEO craved honesty. So it was honesty that he dished out to her. The ambitious male wasn't shy to place all his cards onto the table and he knew that JoJo wasn't either – She had that hungry sparkle within her chestnut brown eyes. "So, tell me, what month are you planning on featuring me?"

A smile crept up onto her red lips and she leaned closer towards him – leaning her elbows onto the mahogany desk. "I would like to feature you on September. But suddenly I'm having second thoughts." JoJo watched the young adult perk up.

"If Masamune does pop by, I want you to beyblade him and destroy him. If you can manage that, then I'll let you off and donate my wages to cover you."

Wow, I can imagine Kyoya giving me his right hand for his opportunity – Chris grinned and remembered the fact that he had signed nothing like everyone else did. He then leaned back onto the desk and replied, "Done. But what if he doesn't turn up JoJo?" He wanted to know exactly what the plan was.

"Then you're sticking to September Chris." JoJo giggled at his confidence and picked up her fountain pen. "I trust you'll be sticking around until I finish my shift then."

"Yea, but I won't have to get comfortable for long." Chris stood up from his seat and pulled out his mobile phone from his pocket. "Masamune will be here within the hour. I heard he's an ambitious kid with a big head."

"Then I look forward to watching you both beyblade." She lowered her eyes to focus upon her small piles of paperwork.

"Hey! Someone has stolen my packet of crisps?!"

"No way, that happened to me yesterday – my crisps just disappeared. Do you think some tramp is stealing from us?"

The older girl looked at her best friend and nodded. "They must be. Come on, let's find the kid and teach them a lesson for stealing from us." She stated and held her lunchbox tightly. They then both patrolled the school together to search for the criminal.

A/N: When I was a kid, there was this girl in my class who used to pinch food out lunch boxes because she was hungry. And it was so hard to get my head around the fact that she was stealing my food that my mother had made for me. In the end, I just used to give her my lunch and go home hungry because I knew I'd have warm and fresh dinner waiting for on the table. Yea in my mom's eyes it was the wrong thing to do, but what can you do? *shrugs*. Little A Granger~

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