Pre-fic note : This is really hell to write. It's het, a kind of pairing I've never had real life experience with before, but, you know, it's a challenge, I guess.
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Incomprehensible Blossoming
Chapter 2 : Who does he want then?
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Hilary was at home, busy writing a paper. Her teacher's homework was pretty hard. She had to write a 500 word essay on any subject she wanted. She recalled the whole scene in her head, but she mostly recalled it her way, meaning, she was in the right, and the teacher was in the wrong. She remembered expressively that she thought it was some stupid homework, that it had absolutely no pedagogical redeeming and that it was mostly done for the lazy people who hated grammar.
"I really should have kept my mouth shut..." she thought.
Indeed, for the teacher answered that she needed this exercise to be done in order to know the class's average level of grammar and writing in order to adapt the normal curriculum to what the class actually needs. Hilary had heard of such methods being used in other schools, and in fact, encouraged them to do so, as it would make the students be more interested in school, and maybe, just maybe, it would make students like Tyson be more interested in class, and thus, not sleep. When the teacher decided in favor of applying this form of curriculum to their class, she was the only one objecting for some reason. Even she didn't know why. Maybe it was because she enjoyed looking at Tyson when he slept, what made her change her mind though was the small detail that she usually ignored, at least, until it became too loud.
Tyson snore.
It wasn't the small kind of snoring that wasn't that noticeable either, it was the full-blown, increasingly irritating kind. It grated on Hilary's nerves, turning them into grade-A nervezzarella, grated to perfection, and ready to be cooked and served.
However, the Hilary pizza pie tasted like copper if you actually ate it.
That, however, didn't change the fact that Hilary had an essay to write, and that it was due tomorrow. It also didn't change the fact that she had nothing to write about. It's not like she had a lot of interests to write about. She could write about her academic success, her school politics success and her wonderful friends.
However, she figured that she would never be able to fit 500 words in those subjects, especially since she didn't know what to say.
"Tyson must have written an essay about beyblading. Of course, he'd take the easy way out! I, however, will not!" she told herself, but the rational part of her mind answered that she had nothing to write about, which is why she didn't like Tyson talking about beyblading.
Then, the creative part of her mind had an idea.
"What if I write an essay on Tyson?" she said out loud. She then thought of every synonym for lazy, fat and irresponsible. After she had finished writing down every single one of Tyson's bad points, even with every little inch of nitpicking she could do, she only ended up with 200 words.
Then, she was in a pickle again, or a jam, as it would fit the color of her clothing more.
Either way, she was stuck. She had nothing else on Tyson, and in the past twenty minutes, it had been the only subject she could think about. She thought more and more about that particular boy, until things came out of themselves, and she was too desperate to stop herself from writing her hidden secrets on the paper, especially as it was way past her bedtime and the sheer hatred she carried for this paper was overwhelming her by the second.
"Besides," she thought, "it'll be a secret between the teacher and me."
* * *
Morning, in Ms. Kincaid's class, was a place where inane chats, complaining and betting took place. Inane chats like the school dance, who was cute and who wasn't. Complaining like what Hilary was doing last night, on a less angry and loud scale. As far as betting went, someone in the class had started a pool on how late Tyson would be. The students usually put 1$ per day, and whomever was the closest won the pot. It was illegal gambling on school property, but Ms. Kincaid had as much authority on her class as a sack of potatoes. The only thing she had going for her was the children's respect.
The pool, on that morning, was not won by anyone, as Tyson actually arrived on time, shocking everyone in the process, even Kenny.
"Class! Class! Settle down, and we'll begin!"
The class settled down, ready to hand in their essays.
"Today, we'll do something special. Yes, you will have to hand in the essays I asked, but first, we're going to learn about each other by reading them out loud to the class. Hopefully, some of the shyer ones will surprise us!" said Ms. Kincaid.
Hilary, forgetting she wrote incriminating things in her essay, was okay with the idea. Tyson was thrilled, and Kenny had this odd little idea to throw himself out the window. Fortunately, his rational mind figured that it would hurt less physically if he actually went through with reading the essay, and that since Kenny was rather frail on the physical part, he opted for the public humiliation.
"Tyson, since you're here early, would you please come and read your essay first?"
"Why, I'd love to!" said Tyson, surprising everyone again as he had actually done his homework, and was pleased to present it to the class. Then, everyone remembered how Tyson was the World Champion beyblader, and they all knew that Tyson was about to present an essay on beyblade.
Hence the collective groan you could hear two classes over.
"Hum hum hum. Here is my essay on beyblading, whether it's a sport or not."
The class groaned again, as they were right.
* * *
"To start my essay, I'll have you know that I wrote about a certain person in our class. Takao."
"Hey! You better not slander me, Hilary!"
Hilary smirked.
"You'll see."
Ms. Kincaid didn't approve of Hilary writing about another classmate, but she assured her that, while the beginning was rather bad, the rest was okay. Ms. Kincaid looked at it, and approved of Hilary reading it, giggling when she reached the end. Hilary was a bit perplexed. Why would Ms. Kincaid giggle?
She would find out as she read out loud.
As expected, the first part is mostly slamming Tyson hard for his lack of discipline, his lack of studies and pretty much everything Tyson has ever done, even beyblading. However, the last part was the one everyone was interested in. Hilary read it out loud, as much as she didn't seem to want to, and finally ended with this following paragraph.
"Albeit everything I have said about Tyson in this essay, considering that Tyson is only a misunderstood child, that finds more excitement in watching a spinning top fight than reading a book, Tyson is someone I would like to have by my side. He's not afraid to speak his mind, he will rebel against authority if it's deemed inappropriate. Tyson, although his academic successes are nil, is an example for us all. Tyson follows his heart whereever it may lie, a lesson we can all learn by looking at Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist, which I will not get into as it's not the subject of this essay. That's why Tyson is always liked by everyone, because they know that Tyson will always be true to himself, and will always be truthful in the end. That is why I try to make Tyson stick to his chores, that is why I try to make Tyson be more disciplined. Because such a carefree power, reined in, could make great things for society as a whole. That is also why..."
Hilary stopped, as everyone was hanging on her every word.
"Go on, read it, Hilary!"
"Yeah! Finish it!"
Even Tyson was urging her on.
"I wanna know! Cough it up already!"
Hilary couldn't read the last part, it was far too humiliating for her to read. However, it seemed every single student wouldn't let her slide her way out of this one, and neither would Ms. Kincaid.
Hilary took a good breath, sighed, and went on with it.
"I love Tyson!"
Silence.
Even more silence fell.
No one dared to speak. No one dared to laugh. They were all just shocked. No one, in that single class, had expected this to happen. Especially not Tyson. Kenny knew, but he didn't expect her to say it. She already had a hard time admitting it to herself last time they spoke.
Hilary couldn't take the silence, as she interpreted it as rejection of her feelings. She thus did the only logical thing that could spring up in her mind. Run away. She slammed the door away, and went towards the school nurse to try and get out of school for today, as she knew she wouldn't be able of going through that fateful day.
* * *
"I knew you'd be here."
Hilary entered the classroom, Tyson waiting for someone inside. It was Tyson's cleaning duties, and he knew that come hell or high water, Hilary would try and make sure he actually does his chores.
"Why aren't you cleaning anything yet?"
Tyson looked at Hilary.
"Come on, have I ever cleaned anything in this classroom this year?"
"No, and you should start now."
Tyson looked at her very seriously.
"Listen, Hilary. I'm not here to clean. I knew you'd be here, and I wanted to talk to you about that little confession of yours."
"Oh yeah, about that...just don't..."
Tyson interrupted her rather rudely.
"What the heck were you thinking!?"
"Pardon?"
"Exactly! How could you think I'd ever fall in love with you!? You're mean, you're bossy, you're annoying! You're nothing like anything I'd deem love material!"
"But Tyson!"
"But what!? All you really want to do is change me into something you want me to be. You say you like me, but you really don't!"
"Tyson, that's not true!"
"Oh yeah!? Then why did you note down every single one of my bad habits!?"
"Please, Tyson...listen to me!"
"Hmph!"
Tyson turned his head and crossed his arms, closing himself to the girl. He was still listening though.
"Tyson...I never wanted to change you. I just know that you've got it in your heart to do great things, and I just wanted to help you..."
"You've got a funny way of showing it."
"Really, it's true! I thought I was doing you a favor by looking over your shoulder, but if it's going to alienate myself from you, then I'll stop!"
Tyson thought about it, he could have freedom from Hilary if he agreed to be with her. His being felt aversion in face of Hilary, knowing very well that he didn't love her.
"Don't stop, Hilary. Then you wouldn't be true to yourself."
"Huh?"
"You said you wanted to be like me on certain points, right?"
"Yeah, I guess I did."
"Then, you need to be true to yourself. You want me to do these chores, right?"
"But I want to be with you more. I want to talk to you and to know you'll be there."
"Listen, Hilary, you might not want to hear this, but I don't love you. You might be a nice girl, pushy, but nice."
"Pushy!? I know I boss you around a bit, but pushy!?"
"Hilary, stop it. I don't like you because I'm in love with someone else."
Hilary's heart shattered, then burst out in flames, and then, the ashes disintegrated.
"But...but...who?"
"I can't tell you. I'm...not even sure myself, you know..."
"Tell me it's not Chelsea! Or maybe Marie. It can't be Miki, right?"
"Relax. It's not any of them."
"Then who is it!?"
"I told you, I'm not sure if I'm in love...but if I am...then, I know I'll be miserable forever."
"Why's that? You're happy the way you are, no?"
Tyson shrugged, and then proceeded to leave.
"Yeah...but I couldn't live with it if he refused me."
Hilary puzzled, and then realized that Tyson had, indeed, ran away again. She went in hot pursuit of the culprit.
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Yay, it's finished, and no, that last part was NOT a typo.
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Incomprehensible Blossoming
Chapter 2 : Who does he want then?
----------
Hilary was at home, busy writing a paper. Her teacher's homework was pretty hard. She had to write a 500 word essay on any subject she wanted. She recalled the whole scene in her head, but she mostly recalled it her way, meaning, she was in the right, and the teacher was in the wrong. She remembered expressively that she thought it was some stupid homework, that it had absolutely no pedagogical redeeming and that it was mostly done for the lazy people who hated grammar.
"I really should have kept my mouth shut..." she thought.
Indeed, for the teacher answered that she needed this exercise to be done in order to know the class's average level of grammar and writing in order to adapt the normal curriculum to what the class actually needs. Hilary had heard of such methods being used in other schools, and in fact, encouraged them to do so, as it would make the students be more interested in school, and maybe, just maybe, it would make students like Tyson be more interested in class, and thus, not sleep. When the teacher decided in favor of applying this form of curriculum to their class, she was the only one objecting for some reason. Even she didn't know why. Maybe it was because she enjoyed looking at Tyson when he slept, what made her change her mind though was the small detail that she usually ignored, at least, until it became too loud.
Tyson snore.
It wasn't the small kind of snoring that wasn't that noticeable either, it was the full-blown, increasingly irritating kind. It grated on Hilary's nerves, turning them into grade-A nervezzarella, grated to perfection, and ready to be cooked and served.
However, the Hilary pizza pie tasted like copper if you actually ate it.
That, however, didn't change the fact that Hilary had an essay to write, and that it was due tomorrow. It also didn't change the fact that she had nothing to write about. It's not like she had a lot of interests to write about. She could write about her academic success, her school politics success and her wonderful friends.
However, she figured that she would never be able to fit 500 words in those subjects, especially since she didn't know what to say.
"Tyson must have written an essay about beyblading. Of course, he'd take the easy way out! I, however, will not!" she told herself, but the rational part of her mind answered that she had nothing to write about, which is why she didn't like Tyson talking about beyblading.
Then, the creative part of her mind had an idea.
"What if I write an essay on Tyson?" she said out loud. She then thought of every synonym for lazy, fat and irresponsible. After she had finished writing down every single one of Tyson's bad points, even with every little inch of nitpicking she could do, she only ended up with 200 words.
Then, she was in a pickle again, or a jam, as it would fit the color of her clothing more.
Either way, she was stuck. She had nothing else on Tyson, and in the past twenty minutes, it had been the only subject she could think about. She thought more and more about that particular boy, until things came out of themselves, and she was too desperate to stop herself from writing her hidden secrets on the paper, especially as it was way past her bedtime and the sheer hatred she carried for this paper was overwhelming her by the second.
"Besides," she thought, "it'll be a secret between the teacher and me."
* * *
Morning, in Ms. Kincaid's class, was a place where inane chats, complaining and betting took place. Inane chats like the school dance, who was cute and who wasn't. Complaining like what Hilary was doing last night, on a less angry and loud scale. As far as betting went, someone in the class had started a pool on how late Tyson would be. The students usually put 1$ per day, and whomever was the closest won the pot. It was illegal gambling on school property, but Ms. Kincaid had as much authority on her class as a sack of potatoes. The only thing she had going for her was the children's respect.
The pool, on that morning, was not won by anyone, as Tyson actually arrived on time, shocking everyone in the process, even Kenny.
"Class! Class! Settle down, and we'll begin!"
The class settled down, ready to hand in their essays.
"Today, we'll do something special. Yes, you will have to hand in the essays I asked, but first, we're going to learn about each other by reading them out loud to the class. Hopefully, some of the shyer ones will surprise us!" said Ms. Kincaid.
Hilary, forgetting she wrote incriminating things in her essay, was okay with the idea. Tyson was thrilled, and Kenny had this odd little idea to throw himself out the window. Fortunately, his rational mind figured that it would hurt less physically if he actually went through with reading the essay, and that since Kenny was rather frail on the physical part, he opted for the public humiliation.
"Tyson, since you're here early, would you please come and read your essay first?"
"Why, I'd love to!" said Tyson, surprising everyone again as he had actually done his homework, and was pleased to present it to the class. Then, everyone remembered how Tyson was the World Champion beyblader, and they all knew that Tyson was about to present an essay on beyblade.
Hence the collective groan you could hear two classes over.
"Hum hum hum. Here is my essay on beyblading, whether it's a sport or not."
The class groaned again, as they were right.
* * *
"To start my essay, I'll have you know that I wrote about a certain person in our class. Takao."
"Hey! You better not slander me, Hilary!"
Hilary smirked.
"You'll see."
Ms. Kincaid didn't approve of Hilary writing about another classmate, but she assured her that, while the beginning was rather bad, the rest was okay. Ms. Kincaid looked at it, and approved of Hilary reading it, giggling when she reached the end. Hilary was a bit perplexed. Why would Ms. Kincaid giggle?
She would find out as she read out loud.
As expected, the first part is mostly slamming Tyson hard for his lack of discipline, his lack of studies and pretty much everything Tyson has ever done, even beyblading. However, the last part was the one everyone was interested in. Hilary read it out loud, as much as she didn't seem to want to, and finally ended with this following paragraph.
"Albeit everything I have said about Tyson in this essay, considering that Tyson is only a misunderstood child, that finds more excitement in watching a spinning top fight than reading a book, Tyson is someone I would like to have by my side. He's not afraid to speak his mind, he will rebel against authority if it's deemed inappropriate. Tyson, although his academic successes are nil, is an example for us all. Tyson follows his heart whereever it may lie, a lesson we can all learn by looking at Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist, which I will not get into as it's not the subject of this essay. That's why Tyson is always liked by everyone, because they know that Tyson will always be true to himself, and will always be truthful in the end. That is why I try to make Tyson stick to his chores, that is why I try to make Tyson be more disciplined. Because such a carefree power, reined in, could make great things for society as a whole. That is also why..."
Hilary stopped, as everyone was hanging on her every word.
"Go on, read it, Hilary!"
"Yeah! Finish it!"
Even Tyson was urging her on.
"I wanna know! Cough it up already!"
Hilary couldn't read the last part, it was far too humiliating for her to read. However, it seemed every single student wouldn't let her slide her way out of this one, and neither would Ms. Kincaid.
Hilary took a good breath, sighed, and went on with it.
"I love Tyson!"
Silence.
Even more silence fell.
No one dared to speak. No one dared to laugh. They were all just shocked. No one, in that single class, had expected this to happen. Especially not Tyson. Kenny knew, but he didn't expect her to say it. She already had a hard time admitting it to herself last time they spoke.
Hilary couldn't take the silence, as she interpreted it as rejection of her feelings. She thus did the only logical thing that could spring up in her mind. Run away. She slammed the door away, and went towards the school nurse to try and get out of school for today, as she knew she wouldn't be able of going through that fateful day.
* * *
"I knew you'd be here."
Hilary entered the classroom, Tyson waiting for someone inside. It was Tyson's cleaning duties, and he knew that come hell or high water, Hilary would try and make sure he actually does his chores.
"Why aren't you cleaning anything yet?"
Tyson looked at Hilary.
"Come on, have I ever cleaned anything in this classroom this year?"
"No, and you should start now."
Tyson looked at her very seriously.
"Listen, Hilary. I'm not here to clean. I knew you'd be here, and I wanted to talk to you about that little confession of yours."
"Oh yeah, about that...just don't..."
Tyson interrupted her rather rudely.
"What the heck were you thinking!?"
"Pardon?"
"Exactly! How could you think I'd ever fall in love with you!? You're mean, you're bossy, you're annoying! You're nothing like anything I'd deem love material!"
"But Tyson!"
"But what!? All you really want to do is change me into something you want me to be. You say you like me, but you really don't!"
"Tyson, that's not true!"
"Oh yeah!? Then why did you note down every single one of my bad habits!?"
"Please, Tyson...listen to me!"
"Hmph!"
Tyson turned his head and crossed his arms, closing himself to the girl. He was still listening though.
"Tyson...I never wanted to change you. I just know that you've got it in your heart to do great things, and I just wanted to help you..."
"You've got a funny way of showing it."
"Really, it's true! I thought I was doing you a favor by looking over your shoulder, but if it's going to alienate myself from you, then I'll stop!"
Tyson thought about it, he could have freedom from Hilary if he agreed to be with her. His being felt aversion in face of Hilary, knowing very well that he didn't love her.
"Don't stop, Hilary. Then you wouldn't be true to yourself."
"Huh?"
"You said you wanted to be like me on certain points, right?"
"Yeah, I guess I did."
"Then, you need to be true to yourself. You want me to do these chores, right?"
"But I want to be with you more. I want to talk to you and to know you'll be there."
"Listen, Hilary, you might not want to hear this, but I don't love you. You might be a nice girl, pushy, but nice."
"Pushy!? I know I boss you around a bit, but pushy!?"
"Hilary, stop it. I don't like you because I'm in love with someone else."
Hilary's heart shattered, then burst out in flames, and then, the ashes disintegrated.
"But...but...who?"
"I can't tell you. I'm...not even sure myself, you know..."
"Tell me it's not Chelsea! Or maybe Marie. It can't be Miki, right?"
"Relax. It's not any of them."
"Then who is it!?"
"I told you, I'm not sure if I'm in love...but if I am...then, I know I'll be miserable forever."
"Why's that? You're happy the way you are, no?"
Tyson shrugged, and then proceeded to leave.
"Yeah...but I couldn't live with it if he refused me."
Hilary puzzled, and then realized that Tyson had, indeed, ran away again. She went in hot pursuit of the culprit.
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Yay, it's finished, and no, that last part was NOT a typo.