Mr. Matura boys' swiftly swept their opponents within the two-minute time period with little to no wasted effort.
"I'm glad you finally snapped out of your little trance! I was starting to worry about you!" Butch happily chimes in after he roughly slaps his brother on the back.
"Yeah me too." Brick agreed as a small smile materialized on his face before his brother departed from his side, which left him alone.
'I don't even know how long this front can last...' He mentally ponders before he inwardly concludes, 'All I know is that my brothers' need me so I won't let that happen!'
"So this is where the snake in the grass lies in wait for its next victim?" A familiar masculine voice abruptly interrupts Brick from his innermost thoughts.
The teen sharply rotates his head only to onserve Bell and Flash casually draw near him once his classmates depart from his side.
The orange haired male's guard instantly goes up after the pair unexpectedly halt in front of him.
His smile swiftly fades away from his mouth when he harshly inquires, "What do you two want?"
"I thought it would be advantageous to check out the friendly competition. It seems as if there are some very interesting events that occurs within your homeroom, Brick." Bell deliberately mentions to the orange haired male.
Brick quietly wondered why she mentioned that however Flash opted to address him. "Don't think you got away with what you did to Blossom."
"I'll have my revenge on you." He firmly threatens the dude.
The orange haired male rudely ignores that pathetic excuse of a threat from the blonde male irritably counters with, "I'd rather take candy from a baby."
Flash shakily flexes his hand in and out of a fist as if he hesitatingly considers to punch Brick square in his face.
He sternly forewarns him, "Now you won't have to worry about her because she's with me! So if I catch you around her again, it won't end pretty for you."
The teen girl about faces from Brick, rests her hand against one side of his chest in order to calm him down, and suggests, "Remember our conversation we had with Blossom about him. Don't stoop to his level."
Brick overheard what Bell just whispered to Flash, "What did you tell her?" He inquisitively demands from the pair in front of him.
"Does it really matter what we told her thug?" Flash snidely remarks before he includes, "As long as I told the truth then she has no other choice but to believe me."
"What did you tell her?" The orange haired teen curiously probes to the pair in front of him.
White eyes slowly peek over her shoulder at Brick and purposely redirects the conversation, "Oh, it would seem as if it's time for the final rounds...we need to get going."
"After all, we're here to claim something much more important than today's sport first place award."
Brick closely watches as the two leisurely walk away from him and toward their respective homeroom section.
"Does it really matter what we told her thug? As long as I told the truth then she no other choice but to believe me." Flash's cocky statement repeatedly cycles through his mind.
'How could they have found out about that? I have to tell Butch about this before they spread that news around.' He shockingly conceives.
"Brick, let's go! We are on court one with Ms. Omiya's class." Butch's voice breaks him out of his concentration.
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Drake lazily stared at the clock that was positioned a little above the two metallic silver frame bolted chalkboards.
He releases a visible sigh of frustration and contemplates to himself, 'I can't believe these idiots even thought to jump me in class.'
The fight left him irritably displeased and slightly antsy at the fact that he could not even fulfill a certain need from the unexpected confrontation.
The brunette idly closes his eyes shut and shifts in to a position of comfort to ease his frantic nerves.
'The future participants are starting to act reckless before the DFMT...' The teen recalls the various text messages on updates about the tournament.
'...but then again there were a lot of requests for participation in this year's tournament. I'm kind of excited to see what the boys can do in a formal fight.' The young man seriously wonders to himself.
It was after that thought did Drake grew curious about two other boys, who became his close friends once they met.
'I have to check in on Butch and Brick and discuss a couple of things with them.'
'Oh and I can go see Midori while I'm there too.' He warmly concludes before the bell for lunch ring, which signals that it was the absolutely perfect time to leave.
"Teach, I'm not coming back for the rest of the day." The young man divulges to his rather bashful teacher on his way out of the classroom.
'I have a feeling that this year maybe one where I can kick back and watch it all unfold.' The brunette mentally assumes while he carefully reaches inside of his pockets to produce his car keys.
Drake briefly halts in the middle of the hallway that lead to the faculty/student lot, casually peers over at one of the windows, swiftly unlocks the latch in order to open the window, and ultimately surmises, 'The stairs takes too long. I'm in some sort of a hurry!'
He positions one of his feet on the window seal, clutches the wall and window's edge with both of his hands, lifts himself even with window, leans forward, launches off of the seal, and leaps ahead.
The land was pretty decent since he was already use to randomly jumping out of a window from a multilevel building.
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Serena eventually arrived at Fort Jackson after she unexpectedly received a call to report in by one of the lieutenants for General Malone's sake.
The instant she crossed over the threshold of his office, the conversation a couple of days ago between the two remained rather fresh in her mind.
'I still can't possibly fathom the fact that he would do that to his own daughter!' The young woman angrily regards while she ventures further inside of General Malone's quarters.
He rapidly lifts one of his hands so that his palm faces her before he abruptly interrupts with, "You don't have to salute."
"Your briefing won't take too long." Gen. Malone explains the reason why he stop her in the midst of her actions as he drops his hand on to his desk.
"I trust that the issue we previously discussed previously is tightly under wraps?" The older man awkwardly poses after he critically studies the confusion apparent on her face.
The orange haired woman politely reassures him with a, "Yes, sir."
Malone promptly exhales a sigh before he sharply declares, "Good then, let's make this the last time that I ask."
"The reason why I had one of the lieutenants instruct you to report in is because we need to run some very important diagnosis tests on Bell today."
An odd expression flashes across her face at the mention of Bell's name, which causes her to suggest, "Can't you bring her in?"
General Malone weakly releases yet another sigh from his lips before he firmly states, "That's the problem."
"You see she's quite rebellious whenever it comes down to her monthly check ups. We usually have to shut down her systems in order to easily retrieve her."
"However, that can be a problem too."
"If you were to just up and switch her off then someone could possibly discovers her secrets and may want to personally target her." His subordinate technically assumes, which earns a nod from her commander.
"In addition, Bell has somehow acquired the knowledge to activate and deactivate her Global Positioning System whenever she wants, which causes even more of a hassle."
"It sounds to me that she's rather determined to avoid these routine checkups." Serena honestly presumes about Bell after she closely listens to the problems that Gen. Malone goes through each month.
"So what exactly is my role in this scheme?" Serena dutifully questions about her assignment.
He leans back in his chair and rests his hands on both of his thighs before he supplies an answer to her question, "Convince her to come in for a checkup."
"...and is that all that I have to do?" She inquisitively poses to him in order to make sure that she correctly understands her mission.
General Malone sharply advances his head forward after he solemnly admits, "Don't take this the wrong way Ms. Shaw but I think that a woman's touch is much needed for Bell."
"I understand sir." The young woman wholesomely consents to the idea that a woman's touch was pivotal. She addresses him again, "What time should I pick her up?"
He caught a glimpse of the clock that sat off to the right on his desk, read the clock, and uttered, "Five would be fine. She usually arrives home around four thirty on Wednesdays."
"Then she will be here at five." The orange haired woman boastfully claims right before she promptly executes a salute and kindly mentions, "Have a good rest of the day, General."
"Same to you Ms. Shaw."
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"Man, this game is intense!" Boomer vocally grumbles after he randomly reaches out for a towel to wipe his sweaty forehead.
"You got that right!" Fiji agrees after he overhears his classmates statement about the flow of the game.
"It's not over yet!" Butch suddenly speaks up before he ensnares his teammate's attention with a reminder, "We're now in the three minute period."
"Butch…" Brick interrupts his brother before he finishes his statement, "They're using the three second catch rule against us. Aim for their feet!"
The Shaw duo eventually gaze over at their orange haired brother and assume, 'He's back!'
A smirk materializes on Butch's face before he consents to his brother's assessment of their game while Boomer exclaims, "Brick's right!"
"We have to anticipate their next move." Brick quickly adds in right before their team burst out in to a "Yeah!"
Meanwhile, with the competition,
"We're doing good!" Flash proclaims while he stands smack dab in the middle of his homeroom group's huddle.
"Mr. Matura's boys' back are against the wall now!" He positively encourages his fellow classmates to maintain the pressure on their opponents.
"Just make sure you remember to brace yourself and lock on to the ball." The blonde sternly advises the group before they emit a "hoorah".
One of the student referees noisily boasts, "The thirty second game will now start!" "The boys from Mr. Matura and Ms. Omiya's class immediately report back to the court."
The two groups of five speedily shuffle to their respective sides of the court while two other student referees carefully position seven red circular spheres on the white line that evenly separates the two sides.
"The game will start in 3…2…1…Go!" The sound of the bell from the timer rings and the whistle blows to signal the players that the game officially has start.
Boomer and Fiji were the designated runners for their group while Anton and Joe served as the runners for Ms. Omiya's class.
The first pair manage to obtain three out of the seven balls while the latter duo recover the rest. This result in Mr. Matura's class being at a slight disadvantage.
Butch speedily scoops up one of the balls that roll in his direction and reckons, 'Aim for the weak…'
He deliberately aims at one of the boys legs, which causes him to instantly fall flat on to his face. The teen inwardly regards a 'Good' while he constantly avoids his opponent's attack.
The student referee instantly detects the hit and irritably instructs "Come on out!" until the boy eventually tumbles off to the side to the out of bounds marker.
'Ten seconds left...' Butch inwardly estimates while he nimbly dodges a ball directly aim for his head.
Fiji briefly catches the ball but unexpectedly drops it right before the three-seconds rule could even start. He meekly apologizes, "Sorry guys!"
"Butch, let's run the duck, duck, goose trap." Brick quietly suggests once he was close enough for only his brother to hear the plan.
Flash boastfully displays a confident smirk of satisfaction after he rapidly eliminates Fiji from Mr. Matura class. Not to mention, that most of the balls start to appear on his side.
However, he was foolishly unaware of what was currently going on around him. Brick acquires a loose ball from Joe, squats down to avoid being hit, volleys it over to Butch, and he easily strikes out two of Flash's teammates.
The blonde unknowingly advanced forward when a ball roughly collided against his face since he was not focused in on the game.
"That's game!" A student referee hastily announces before they carefully explain to the student scorekeeper how Mr. Matura's class won. "Mr. Matura's class wins by having the most people present on the court."
'Whew...that game was too close!' The three brothers' silently share a similar assertion as they congratulate their teammates for a job well done on the game.
"Yo," Boomer abruptly voices before he swiftly points out, "The girls must've already finished their game."
"Let's go and see." He suggested to the boys, who consented to the idea and started to canter over to where the girls sat.
Dark green eyes slowly roam over at the bleachers and instantly discerns an irate Buttercup while Blossom casually poses a few feet away from the group.
'I don't like that look on Butter's face.' The raven haired male mentally considers after he analyzes her facial expression.
He was about to open his mouth to address her yet Mr. Matura speedily escorted his class over to where the other Sophomore classes assembled.
Principal Zeal mysteriously materializes in front of the audience and powerfully orates, "I have to honestly admit that today's event has definitely proven to be quite successful just like the previous two events."
"The winner's for the boys is Mr. Matura's homeroom, which earns them 10 points."
"Ms. Omiya girls secured the Championship round against Mr. Matura's girls, which earns them 10 points as well. The runner-ups on both the girls and boys side earn five points a piece."
He briefly pauses in order to catch a glimpse of the contents on the index card, he tediously broadcasts the current result of Sports Fest. "Mr. Matura's class total is now forty-five points, which means that they continue to maintain and further their lead. Ms. Omiya's class is in second with an overall sum of thirty-two points."
Students wildly cheered on their fellow classmates for those that eagerly achieved victory and for those who closely secured a win.
"Calm down," Principal Zeal hastily mentions since the crowd rapidly became rowdy. "I have an additional announcement for the teachers."
"There's a very brief staff meeting directly after school. I promise this time I won't keep you all very long. Other than that, enjoy the last hour of the day."
"I don't believe this…" Buttercup doubtfully mumbles to herself while the Sophomores eventually head back to their personal homerooms.
Butch overhears her utterance underneath her breath before he cuts his eyes in her direction, "Care to tell me what happened out there, Butter?"
A simple "no" emerges from her lips, which signals to him that she was not in the mood to chat.
'Wait a minute...' He abruptly conjures up a brilliant idea to skirt around Buttercup's stubbornness.
'Since you won't tell me what happened, I do know someone that will gladly tell me.' The raven haired male mentally considers after he slowly peers over his shoulder until his sights land on two gleeful blondes, specifically the female.
Butch swiftly diverted his focus from the blondes over to the orange haired Blossom, who was securely tucked underneath Flash's arm with a deadpan expression.
'I wouldn't be surprised if Blossom played a part in it.' He assumes after he surveys the scene before his eyes.
'If Brick claims he can handle it then I will leave it to him then…'
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