Chapter 4: Losing Focus
"WAKE UP, EN-RI-QUE!" A loud piercing voice was relentlessly calling out to the young majestic blonde from the outside of his royal bed chamber. Accompanied by the yells were the displeasing and intolerable bangs. Whoever it was at Enrique's bedroom door was wasting his energy and hurting himself, for the holder of the twin-headed beast was mesmerized in a pleasant dream.
Sleeping on the side, Enrique's head cozily rested upon a soft and springy snowflake-patterned pillow while one hand snuggly hid underneath it. The other hand was unsuspectingly hanging down from his bed. One wrong move would give the silent sleeper a very alarmingly wake-up call. Fortunately for the golden-haired blader, his body was quite content with the position, and on his face was a smile.
*Enrique's Dream*
Within the young blonde's mind was a church filled up with people elegantly clothed: tuxedos, dresses, and so on. There was a ceremony, and Enrique was in it. More precisely, he was part of the main event, standing opposite to a smiling minister. Enrique and many others directed their attentions to the large church doors as they swung open squeakily. Suddenly, a sweet tune was playing, and a lined of figures began approaching him on the red carpet. A lady with her face hidden behind a white veil wrapped securely across her head was being escorted towards the front of the church by a mid-forty man.
Once the bride was standing besides her mature-looking Enrique, the minister held his Bible opened and began to read from it. Everything from there forward flashed by until the words "Should there be any reasons for these two not to be bonded in the holy matrimony, speak now or" rolled out of the minister's mouth.
Apparently, before he even gotten to end his sentence, a mob of angry-looking brides barged in barking out Enrique's name, and a bunch of nicknames. Uh-oh! Enrique's happy smile was all washed up. All eyes on him were glaring lethal daggers that could burn through his body upon contact. 'How did all of them find me?' he questioned mentally.
His nicknames continued to be called out as he began to hear little voices in his head.
'Who really cares how?!'
'Choose your wife now!' a different voice demanded. The bridegroom glimpsed at the masked bride besides him and then at the mob of brides he was able to recognize.
"I can't decide!" the dressed-up Enrique growled out loud as he tossed his hands onto his forehead out of frustration. The glares continued to strike at Enrique mercilessly.
'Then, RUN!!!' bellowed a voice within the depths of the blonde's mind. It was by far the loudest and the most reasonable. Quickly, the majestic blader started scuttling away towards his right, where there was an unblocked passageway that would eventually give way to the outside.
As he ran over his personal speed limit, a mob of peevish brides trailed not so far behind. Church bells started to chime as soon as the runners exited the church. For a split second or slightly more, Enrique looked up, and that's when he noticed the most bizarre thing; the young blonde saw his French buddy's image above him, in the heavens. Unfortunately, the Italian blader collapsed to the ground.
Feeling faint, Enrique's eyes barely sighted his horde of brides floating towards his green-haired friend. All of them were like spirits leaving for the heavens, all except for the masked bride he almost married. She stood in the opposite direction of the others, and her figure seemed to move backwards, sliding away from Enrique's body on the ground, due to some supernatural force. It was unbelievable; a gang of girls leaving him for Oliver, and the one girl he was about to marry was pushed away. Not to mention that not a sound came out of his mouth when he tried shouting; and his legs won't move. Not until after her figure disappeared into the distance did Enrique's eyelids closed due to exhaustion of and stress upon his body and mind.
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Slowly, his eyes and nose twitched like Samantha from Bewitched. Sneezing himself awake, he aroused grouchily to a green-haired blader holding a white bird feather next to his nose. Obviously, Enrique figured why he sneezed. His insolent friend was tickling his nose with the feathery object.
"Morning," Oliver uttered cheerfully as he tucked the feather into his jacket's hidden pocket. Enrique snarled at his friend who tried to wake him up for school out of the goodness of his heart. However, he failed miserably and caused the young blonde to wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Ignoring his moody blonde teammate, Oliver commanded, "Come on, get yourself ready for school; breakfast has been prepared several minutes ago."
Enrique let out a little moan before he got out his bed. "Let's walk to school today. I would like to have a little chat with you, Buddy," Enrique spoke, almost with scorn.
Oliver's face expressed confusion.
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"So, what is it that you want to speak to me about, mon ami?" Oliver asked as he glanced at his Italian friend walking alongside him to school.
"I'm so glad to hear that you consider me to be your wonderfully gorgeous friend," Enrique answered vainly with a conceited smile, and his green-haired pal halted.
"Cut to the chase, Buddy," Oliver stated seriously. "What is it?"
'I better choose my words carefully or he'll avoid the topic.' Before getting serious, Enrique managed to catch a few laughs as he halted. "You know, O Buddy, O Pal, you need to start thinking about your life, about your—"
'Not this again,' Oliver stated, sighing inwardly. "I'm not going to start dating until I find the right girl. Love's just taking its course normally for me."
Enrique's right hand patted Oliver's shoulder. "Leave it to me. I've got connections. You'll find that special soul-mate of yours faster than the speed of light."
"Why are you doing this?" Oliver asked, raising an eyebrow.
Enrique laughed amusingly, and blared cheerfully, "'Cause I'm your best friend."
'Oh Boy, I'm in trouble,' Oliver mulled over.
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"Don't worry about me. Go to your homeroom before you become late," Oliver said as he and Enrique stood in the hallway of rainbow coloured lockers.
"O.K." Enrique waved goodbye before grumbling his way to his math class in room 333.
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"Morning, class," the math teacher uttered excitingly, "today we have new lesson, new students and new homework. Everything's new but me and you!"
"Morning," his class responded with various emotions before the math teacher speedily scribbled lots of confusing problems and solutions on the blackboard to make his class dizzy.
"Okay," replied Enrique dully, sitting at his desk by the window seat several rows from the blackboard. 'Teachers are crazy. I suppose they've suffered through math too many times,' he mused as he got out his stuff to take notes.
"Where're the new students?" a chestnut brown haired boy mumbled among his friends.
"I heard she's drop dead gorgeous," another replied, and Enrique's ears twitched.
"What's her name?!" the Italian blonde enthusiastically jumped at asking, causing a scene.
"I heard he's French," one of the girls joined in jovially. (A/N: It's no wonder Enrique don't do well in class, he can't focus properly.)
"Ah-hem," the teacher scolded. As he was about to clear his throat, several knocks on the door echoed throughout the room. "Come in."
On cue, a familiar green-haired friend entered. Along with him was a more appealing figure to look at, at least that's what all of the boys in the class believed. She was a red-head in a silky lavender blouse and skirt, and white sandals. Her hair was neatly combed and clipped back. Strapped across her shoulder was a messenger bag, and painted across her face was a subtle Mona Lisa type smile.
"Oh, Enrique," the green-haired adolescent recited with his hands waving back and fro of the hypnotized blonde.
"OKAY CLASS, let's welcome both Oliver and Amitrius to our humble classroom," the teacher spoke boldly, breaking many of the trances.
"Welcome, Oliver and Amitrius," his class replied obediently.
"Amitrius?!" many of them repeated in bewilderment.
'Amitrius??? As in the same girl who won the last—'
"Just call me Ami [Am-me] for short," the red-head spoke before beaming a wide smile towards Enrique's direction.
'Okay, where were the empty seats?' the teacher pondered with his eyes scanning the room.
A burning sensation surfaced itself upon the Italian blonde as his heart missed a beat. 'I'm gonna get a heart attack.'
'I think he's gonna melt,' Oliver remarked, smirking, as he glanced back and fro from Enrique to the girl he was staring dreamily at while there were chattering among small groups.
Abruptly, the math teacher announced, "Alright, Oliver and Amitrius, take any of the four empty seats, preferably the ones closest to the blackboard."
Both newcomers nodded lightly before deciding on their own seats. 'Right or left?' Oliver pondered before taking notice of his waving friend.
"Over here," Enrique cheerfully uttered as he waved his right hand.
'Right,' Oliver thought as he walked towards an empty seat right of Enrique.
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"Yippee!!! I'm finished!!! Now, where's my food?!" Tyson shouted happily before throwing his pencil and notebook into the mid-air and dashing off towards the kitchen, leaving his things to fall next to Kenny's feet.
Sighing the Chief picked up his friend's notebook while Dizzi commented mockingly, "Maybe you shouldn't have promised him food for completing his work."
The Chief, too busy analyzing the solutions Tyson gave to his mathematical problems, did not respond to her remark. Instead, he stood there by the table his laptop was on like a statue.
Dizzi whistled to him, but got nothing but silence in return. "CHIEF!!! SPEAK TO ME!!! I'm sure Tyson didn't get smarter that quickly!"
Suddenly, the Chief's face reddened. "TYSON!!! The area of a triangle does NOT equal to PIE r squared!!! GRR!!!" the Chief screamed wrathfully before storming after Tyson.
"Uh-oh! I think Tyson's undying hunger just baked his brain, I mean, errrr… never mind. CHIEF!!!! WHAT ABOUT ME?!!!"
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A/N: Okay, I hope the chapter was fun. Thanks go out to everyone who read and/or reviewed. Sorry about the late update. I wish everybody wonderful holidays!
Disclaimer: Beyblade, Bewitched and Mona Lisa are not mine.