AN: wah! Here we go, this chapter is pretty pointless actually.. but deals with a few things that I didn't deal with in the last few chappys… that people were asking about..
A-Leng – I know that part was lame.. but ehn couldn't think of anything else..
This chappy goes out to Xanthippe who helped a crazy amount.. even type a bit so that I could get unstuck ^-^ thanks girly!
"Damn it! Explain to me again why it is that I have to be here when I don't even have a fucking mask to make?!" Johnny grumbled ducking as a piece of rolled up newspaper flew at his head.
"Mr. MacGregor! Language!" The supervising art teacher scolded.
Tala threw a glare at the other red head, applying a soggy, glue covered strip of newspaper to the balloon he was covering. "For the same reason Oliver and Ian have to be here." He replied eying his glue-covered hands with disgust.
"To show team support, Johnny. It's really not that bad." Oliver smiled placatingly. He was sitting at an empty table with Ian reading a novel for English, while Ian worked on his math homework.
It was Thursday –the day they got out of school at 1:30-, and the second week of the challenge. The weekend before had seen the entire A team at Oliver's house behind the diner working on their costumes. Oliver's mother, as well as Michael's, Ian's and Johnny's had volunteered to sew the costumes. Oliver's mother went with Mr. Dickenson and the boy's to go by the material, which included yard and yards of plain white cotton. Mr. Dickenson had graciously offered to pay for all the materials necessary, as well as convinced the art teacher to let both teams use the art room for prop making. B team had it the week before, and now it was A team's turn.
At the moment five of them were struggling with paper maché and balloons to make animal masks for their gods, instead of practicing. They would have to come back the next day to paint the masks. Earlier in the week they had come in at lunch and after practice to make their scepters, headpieces and ankhs. It was all too much effort that it was worth according to them. But if anyone so much as mentioned forfeiting Kai would glare at them so heatedly that they shrunk back in fear. He declared when they first picked their gods that no one was backing out because he wasn't going to lose to the blue witch, not now not ever. The entire team sighed over that one.
When Kai questioned his mother about the competition she merely smiled sweetly, batted her eyes and told him to have fun. He knew at that moment that she was responsible. The evil, devious, conniving woman.
"Heh, just be glad you only have to sit here oh great god of fertility. You could be having to make an animal mask. Do you have any idea how annoying it is to make a jackal's nose out of cardboard?" Tala said his tone laced with irritation.
"You should try making an ibis beak. I didn't even know what an ibis was until I looked it up." Michael muttered covering a thin Styrofoam tube with a curved end with a thin layer of paper mache.
Johnny snorted, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms behind his head. "Your fault for picking those gods. Besides, none of you losers have girl friends to entertain –Kon and Mitchell don't count cause their chicks are at practice." He said, closing his eyes and leaning back on his chair.
Tyson, who was closest to him, grinned evilly and kicked the chair legs out from under Johnny's chair, sending the red haired teen crashing to the floor. The other boys laughed.
"Nice one Tomoda!" Kai smirked, enjoying Johnny's moans.
"I know, I know. Oh great god of fertility has been humbled!"
She was silent as she walked quickly behind the taller red head. He was so good looking! Even from behind. Her emerald eyes ran up and down the back of him, lingering on his well toned behind that was barely visible through his slightly baggy green uniform trousers. Amy wasn't sure where they were going, but followed him anyway.
He led her out of the school, across the street and into the now deserted park that was situated across the small school. They walked a little further until Johnny came to a dead stop, causing Amy to crash into his back.
"What-Why did you stop? At least give me a warning!" Amy laughed.
She shivered slightly as she felt the toned muscles beneath his clothing. Good lord. Was it seriously this possible to crave the feel of someone this bad?
Johnny didn't reply. He just turned around and stared down at her with his gorgeous purple eyes.
Amy shivered again as she seen the hunger that was leashed inside. He felt the same way. It was that obvious.
"I thought you wanted to talk?" She asked, a little uncertain now as he continued to stare into her eyes.
Instead of replying he bent his head and pressed his mouth softly to hers. She sighed and immediately wound her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Johnny pressed his body to hers and groaned softly, deepening the kiss.
Amy chuckled and pulled slightly away. "I thought you wanted to talk?" She asked again.
"Screw talking…I wanna do this instead…" He bent his head to capture her lips but she pulled back still.
Johnny growled slightly and yanked her fully against him again. "You wanna talk? Fine…" He mumbled as he pressed his lips to hers again. "You are MY woman, get it? No one touches you but me…"
Amy's eyes widened and she shuddered at the possessiveness that rained from his voice. She then smirked and grasped his bottom lip gently with her teeth. "In that case, YOU are mine to do with as I please, and no one touches you but me."
Johnny smirked, his eyes darkening with raw hunger. "Fair enough." He stated moving in again.
"Do you even know my name?"
The red head struggled not to sigh in irritation. All he wanted to do was kiss her, but she was making it difficult! "As a matter of fact I do. Hello, Amy Monroe, my name is Johnny MacGregor. I'm a high school sophomore who likes beyblading and violent movies. I was born in April and am an Aries. Is there anything else you would like to know?"
Amy giggled, leaning her face against his chest.
"Yo Aims! …Earth to Amy! You alive in there?" Liika called, waving a hand in front of the blond girl's face. Raising a blue eyebrow she tilted her head to the side and took in the girl's appearance.
Amy's emerald eyes were wide and glassy and she was staring off into space, a silly, dreamy smile on her face. Liika made a face and flicked the girl in the forehead, bringing her out of her daze. "Please! No dreaming of flame head in my presence! Just the thought gives me the heebeejeebies." Liika exclaimed with a little shudder for effect.
Amy blinked rapidly, allowing her eyes to focus. "What?"
Liika groaned, rolling her eyes. "I give up!" She sighed, her shoulders slumping.
The other occupants of the room laughed, shaking their heads. "Aw leave her alone Ika! Every girl is allowed to have her dreaming period. In fact, if I remember correctly you had one yourself!" Jade teased winking in the blue haired girl's direction.
Sticking out her tongue, Liika tossed the nearest available object –a pillow from the couch Amy was sitting on- at the red haired girl. Jade ducked laughing and tossed a pillow right back. This started an all out war, which Amy, Mariah and Riley were forced to join in when they were pelted in the face by stray pillows.
The girls were sitting in Enrique's family room early Saturday afternoon while the boys were doing something in Enrique's room. The whole team was waiting, on Amelia's orders, for the material to show up. Someone was bringing it over –she wouldn't say who- as well as another sewing machine to add to Amelia's and Mariah's. Mariah was a goddess when it came to sewing.
"Eek!" Riley squeaked as she was smacked in the head by a pillow. Picking up the fluffy object quickly she hurled it back at Amy.
"Hey! HEY!" Enrique yelled, ducking a stray pillow as he and the boys attempted to gain access to the war zone.
The pillow smacked Robert, who was directly behind Enrique, in the face. The tall young man sighed, catching the object as it fell away. Enrique and Lee –who was behind Robert- covered snickers. The girls completely ignored Enrique's yells and continued to throw pillows at each other, squealing when they got hit. Emily had ducked for cover, managing to make it to the doorway where she met the boys shaking her head.
Enrique caught another pillow as it flew at him. "Are you guys trying to destroy my den or what?!" He called again, but was ignored once more. Enrique Sattiay would not be ignored twice with out consequences! "Robert, Lee, what do you say we take this matter into our own hands hm? I would include Bryan and his pal but I know what the answer would be already." He heard a loud snort from further back, affirming that he was indeed right about Bryan and Spencer.
Lee glanced up at Robert, making eye contact. Then both boys nodded at Enrique and silently, the blond held up one finger, two then finally three and with the motion the three boys were in motion.
Before any of the girls could tell what was happening three of them were in the clutches of a boy bigger than themselves. The only ones that got away with out being tackled or picked up was Amy and Jade, who cackled in victory and gave each other high fives.
Mariah laughed as Lee picked her up easily with one arm and tickled her with the other. Riley fell over harmlessly onto one of the beanbags, Enrique landing softly on top of her, his hands on her hips and a wide grin on his face. Riley brushed a bright red, her hands falling onto his t-shirt covered chest.
Robert stepped in front of Liika, who was just preparing to hurl a pillow at Jade, and hoisted her over his shoulder, causing her to shriek in indignation and pound her small fists into his back, dropping the pillow. He smirked, holding her where she was for a few moments, feeling the beating on his back with out flinching before he slid her off his shoulder and down into his arms so they hooked under her pert bottom and held her flush against him, her face directly in line with his. She glared at him, her arms resting gently on his shoulders, her fingers playing with the soft purple hair at the nape of his neck.
"What you do that for? I had Amy and Jade right where I wanted them!" Liika pouted, her glare lessening as she saw it had no effect on her tall boyfriend.
"You were destroying Enrique's den, that's what you were doing."
Liika made a small sound of dismissal, closing her eyes. "Che. A small price to pay for revenge! You know what they say," she opened her eyes again, "all's fair in love and war!"
"Really now?" He replied, his eyes darkening. "In love hm?"
The blue haired girl blinked her turquoise eyes rapidly, wondering just what the tall purple haired boy was up to. "That is how the saying goes right?" She said, scrunching her nose. She was so sure that was how it went…
However, before she could wonder any further, soft lips pressed firmly to hers, melting her instantly. He wasn't demanding and he wasn't possessive, the kiss itself held no passion, just warmth and caring. Robert pulled away, staring deeply into her eyes. "I meant what I said weeks ago." He murmured quietly. "I love you…I really do."
Liika stilled, her heart racing, warmth flooding her body. A small smile tilted her lips as she brought her right hand around to trail down his face and across his lips. Her eyes softened. "I…I think… I love you too." She replied just as quietly, her smile growing.
Inside her mind and heart, however, something nagged at her. She loved Robert didn't she…? Then why was a part of her kicking and screaming no? A name sat on the edge of her consciousness, one she couldn't see but she knew that it wasn't Robert. No damn it! I love Robert! I do!
Robert smiled then, the biggest, most sincere smile Liika had ever seen him smile in all the years she had known him. "I'm glad." He said, kissing her on the cheek.
Their moment was interrupted then by a loud almost wail-like sound that pierced the air from Enrique and Riley's direction. Robert set Liika down and both teens looked over to where Enrique and Riley were. Bryan was hauling Enrique of Riley by the back of his shirt, a nasty, angry scowl on his face.
"Touch my sister again, you blond fag, and I'll beat the shit out of you." He growled, shaking Enrique for emphasis.
Enrique's eyes grew to the size of saucers, fear dilating his pupils as he nodded vigorously. "Yo-you got it Bry!" He squeaked, paling.
"Bryan Alexander Wakeman!"
Bryan flinched slightly at his twin's angry exclamation. He was big, and could kick pretty much anyone's ass, but his sister's wrath was not something he particularly wanted to feel. So, with another growl he yanked the blond toward him snarling in a quiet voice, "You're lucky she likes you. But fair warning blondy, you break her heart and I break your face."
Enrique nodded again and yanked himself out of the bigger teen's grasp, straightening his shirt and muttering. "I'm not even safe in my own house…"
"BOYS! COME HELP CARRY THESE PACKAGES DOWN TO MY SEWING ROOM!" Amelia Sattiay called down the stairs, breaking the tense environment.
Amelia's sewing machine was situated in the room next to the den, accessed by a door to the right of the large entertainment center in the middle of the inside wall. The boy's were quick moving –most of them anyway- and all dashed up the stairs to help carry down the yards and yards of fabric that was apparently already cut and measured for their size. They only needed to sew it.
Liika, Amy, Mariah, Emily and Riley stayed put, all flopping onto various seating furniture. Why move when the boys could do all the work?
"Hello m'dears!" A chirpy voice greeted from the doorway of the room.
The five girls looked over and saw a woman that was unfamiliar to all but Liika. Liika's jaw dropped in shock and her eyes widened.
"Mr-Mrs. Hiwatari?!"