Yuko S: I don't own Beyblade.
Starwave: *wipes forehead* When I read the first few words, I thought you were telling me how bad my fic sucks. I'm relieved it was the other way around, (not completly but you get what I mean).
Shinigami29: Yay! You like it! Well, here's chapter 3!!
EpHeMeReOn: Yes. Mariah like Ray, Ray doesn't like her or hate her. She's just a student to him. No, Ray doesn't like Wendy either, she's just his biogoly partner.
very bored azn gurl: I'm glad you found it funny. I'm not sure if it's suppose to be funny but after this chapter, tell me if it's funny and if I should change the genre to humor/romance. It's up to you.
darkphoenix :): Thanks you for the compliment. It made me very happy ^_^
some person: I know who you are! I even knew who you were before you told me! And just to let you know, I unblock you! Ha! Take that! And you say it's pretty good? Ha! Take that! I think I'm hyper! Ha! Take that! I should stop........
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It was lunch and Mariah were with her friend and Ray was with Tyson. For some strange reason, Mariah and her friends were talking about biogoly. Or at least which partners they got for biology. "I got Mike," a blonde said. "Really, I have Daniel," another friend said, "Hey Mariah, you've been silent. Who do you have?" Mariah hesitated to tell them. "Tyson," she finally replied though silently, hoping her friends wouldn't hear her. Her friends were practually leaping for joy. Mariah was confused. "This is good, now you have a better chance of getting you-know-who on your side." Mariah just realized why they were leaping for joy. "Oh, yeah," Mariah said. She laughed weakly.
Ray was sitting, eating his sandwich while Tyson was in line for more food. According to Tyson, the same teens that raided their food supplies came again, this time with booze. When they got kicked out, they left the booze so the only thing he could've eaten was, "a moldy lollipop and booze with an odd smell. Not the smell of beer." Finally, he got his food and sat down next to Ray. Ray could tell that something was bothering him because he was mumbling something about pink-headed demon from hell and gonna be stuck in hell, even when he's eating. "Tyson, are you alright?" Ray asked. Tyson said something with his mouth full so Ray couldn't hear anything. Tyson, having a complete mouthfull of food, he swallowed the whole thing. "I have Mariah as a partner." Tyson said bitterly, then finishing his fifth sandwind in 2 bites (counting the times he actually chewed his food), "I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate," Tyson was cut off when he took another bite but still went on with his rant though it was muffled, "her, I hate her, I hate her, I ha-" "I think I get your point," Ray said. Tyson nodded and continued to eat his lunch.
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*Tyson's P.O.V
Lunch ended. I was getting my gym shoes from my locker and then just when I shut the door of my locker, I saw something that scar- err, startled me. You guessed it. It was Mariah. Not only was she facing me but for some strange reason, she looked happy to see me and was smiling. It sickened me. "Oh, it's you. What do you want?" I said bitterly. You can see I'm real happy to see her. By now, you should be able to tell my sarcasm apart. She did have this face where she looked sick but tried to hide it. I ignored it. Not like I care. "Hello Tyson, I just wanted to say hi. And maybe we could get to know each other. I mean, we've been in the same class since kindergarden." 'Apparently,' I thought. "So we might as well get to know each other now." "I had 10 years to do that. I'm not gonna start now," I mumbled. I walked away. Or tried to. Mariah grabbed my arm.
"Aww, come on. You never even gave me a chance. Just once and see how you like it," I looked at her. She gave me puppy dog's eyes. They were disturbing. "Fine," I said. She nearly jump on me. "Oh thank you Tyson! I promise you won't regret it!" Then she wrapped her arms around my neck. "Tyson? What's wrong? Are you sad? Is that why your face is turning blue?" Mariah asked. Funny thing, ha ha, you guessed it. My face was turning blue. Oh, the joy of not being able to breathe. Mariah just realized why my face was turning blue. "Oh, sorry T-son (A/N: T-son is pronounced as making the t sound and then 'son')," She let go of my neck. T-son? Did she just called me T-son? "Well, see you at my house. Here's my address," she handed me a piece of paper which I took reluctantly. See, I know big words. Ha, take that! "See you later!" She waved bye to me. I think she's sick or something. I'll figure it out later.
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*Mariah's P.O.V
Okay Mariah, you can do this. Just go up and say hi. I can't believe I'm doing this. I saw Tyson by his locker getting something. I went up to him. Didn't see me. Closed his locker. Saw me and screamed. Oh god. I putted on a fake smile. He said to me bitterly, "Oh, it's you. What do you want?" So rude. Anyways, "Hello Tyson, I just wanted to say hi. And maybe we could get to know each other. I mean, we've been in the same class since kindergarden. So we might as well get to know each other now." was what I said. I heard Tyson mumble something like "10 years to do that. I'm not gonna start now." He tried to get away. Oh no you don't! I grabbed his arm so he wouldn't get away.
"Aww, come on. You never even gave me a chance. Just once and see how you like it," I said. I even gave him puppy dog eyes, which always works with my parents. I heard him say, "Fine." Yes! My plan is working! I would've jumped on him if he wasn't, well, Tyson. So instead, I gave him a hug. Something was wrong. I saw it. I looked at Tyson's face and it was for some reason, blue.
"Tyson? What's wrong? Are you sad? Is that why your face is turning blue?" I hope he isn't sad. Actually, I do but that's not the point. Oh, it just hit me why he was blue. I let go of him. His face turned a different color that wasn't blue, like a peachy color. "Oh, sorry T-son," I said. Might as well start and give him a nickname. It's original at least. I took out a piece of paper with my address on it that I wrote earlier.
"Well, see you at my house. Here's my address," I gave him the paper which he took. Score! I don't care if I'm acting like Tyson, no one can hear me and I'm gonna get his hot friend as my boyfriend. "See you later!" I waved at him and walked away. My plan is so gonna work. Ha! Take that! I'm acting like myself now!
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General P.O.V
Mariah skipped happily off in the opposite direction of Tyson, who was heading to P.E. Her plan was working all because of a song. Then she just remembered that she had P.E and it was the other way so she stopped skipping and went in the direction of Tyson after getting her gym shoes.
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In Gym, they were doing square dancing. Yes, square dancing. For 3 weeks. But there were more boys then girls. Lucky for them, they could chose their partners. No one choose their partners yet. "I think I'll go with Cris," a brunette said. "Yeah, I'm gonna pick him," another one of the girls said pointing to a guy. "Yeah well, I'm stuck with Tyson," Mariah complained. It wasn't that all the other girls claimed a guy already except for Tyson but something told her that she was going to be with him. "It won't be that bad," one of her friends said, trying to cheer her up, "Just pretend that your dancing with Ray." "Fine," Mariah mumbled. She walked to Tyson. "Hey R-..err, Tyson," she said cheerfully. 'It's you again,' the blue-headed boy thought. "Wanna dance? It's not like anyone else is gonna dance with you so might as well dance with me or you might have to pretend to be a girl."
If there was more boys then girls or visa versa, then they have to pretend to be the opposite gender and dance with their gender (for those of you who are confused, it means that if there was more boys than girls, then the other guy who doesn't have a partner have to pretend to be a girl and dance with guys).
Tyson thought about it real hard. He didn't want to dance with guys but Ray was his friend. Surely, he'll understand. And it's not like anything else will formed between them. He looked around for Ray. A girl was asking him and he nodded yes. He also saw some guys being asked by girls and having to be forced to say yes. After they agreed, they looked at Tyson and gave him a glare. He knew what it meant. Those guys who he just saw were after Mariah for who knows how long. They worked hard to even get her to look at them and yet, Tyson got her wrapped around his little finger, or so they say. They were also the bulky type who would go to the gym reguarly to improve their strength. Tyson didn't like the thought of what was going to happen to him if he "hurted" Mariah. "Sure," he said, "why not?" Mariah smiled.
"Okay, get into places," Mr. Chemilinsky, the gym teacher yelled. Everyone got into their spots like he had told them to. "Today's a test so be sure to remember your steps." Tyson held hands with Mariah. To Tyson, they were warm but cold in the palm. Kinda like metal cold. Mariah on the other hand, thought that Tyson's hand were dry amd chalky. Soon, the music played. Everyone got their steps right, though it wasn't completely in unison, it was close. Off the edge of Mariah's eye, she saw Ray, dancing with Emily! Mariah never like Emily because on her attemp of joining the tennis club, Emily, the leader of it, said to go back to her fashion accessories because someone like her would be too concern about her looks and just bring down the reputation of the tennis team because of it; but because it was the rule to let a person try at least one game if they ask to join, Emily let Mariah verse against Arthur. Mariah in the end lost because she ended up using all her anger (because of Emily's insults) and hitting the ball too hard.
Mariah was mad. She just had to find a way of letting her anger out. Without knowing it, she ended up squeezing Tyson's hand, and the fact that her nails were digging into his skin didn't make it any better for Tyson.
For 5 minutes, they were given a break. Mariah's hands warm while Tyson was in still in pain. He looked at his hands. They were red and had fingernail marks in them. He wasn't that bad of a dancer, he remembered his steps. After 10 minutes, Tyson's hands were in better condition. Instead of being red, they were pink. He looked at the clock. '5 more minutes until this ends,' he thought, 'And to think. My life's been a living hell so far ever since Ray came. I'm not blaming Ray, I'm just noticing that. It's rather strange actually.'
Mr. Chemilinsky blew his whistle suddenly which made everyone jump. "Okay class, we finished early so-" He was cut off by a student who cheered. "As I was saying," the gym teacher continued, "since we finished early, I think we should do something to pass the time." "Free time!" some of the students yelled. "No," Mr. Chemilinsky said quite annoyed getting inturrupted again, "What I had in mind was exercise!" The students groaned. "What? Nothing's wrong with exercise. You guys need it anyways. You've been getting fat." Mariah scowled at him but he didn't notice. 'Fat? Did he just call me fat?!' She continued to scowl at him. "Now, drop down and give me 10!!" he yelled. One of the student asked while raising his hand, "Isn't it 'Drop down and give me 20?'"
Mr. Chemilinsky looked at him funny look. "Oh, so that's what you want?" "NO!" the same student plus a couple more yelled but it was ignored. "Fine, drop down and give me 20!!!" Again, the students groaned except even louder. You could hear some of the students say to that guy, "Nice going Gilbert," They all went to the floor and did twenty push-ups like they were told which was not pleasent. Course, who would enjoy it?
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Yuko S: There! I'm done! Chapter three is finished. Again, review me and tell me what you think of it. I mean it when I say review me. I made this bet that if I get 11 reviews for this fics, then my friend has to run around the room singing "I'm a little tea pot" tomorrow. If I don't get 11 review, then I have to go around the room singing "I'm a little tea pot." If I have to do that, then I won't update. That's a threat! And I know this chapter might not be as good as the last two chapter. Some credits goes to my sister and friend for helping me out with the high school stuff (I'm not in high school yet) and some of the names. Bye!!
Starwave: *wipes forehead* When I read the first few words, I thought you were telling me how bad my fic sucks. I'm relieved it was the other way around, (not completly but you get what I mean).
Shinigami29: Yay! You like it! Well, here's chapter 3!!
EpHeMeReOn: Yes. Mariah like Ray, Ray doesn't like her or hate her. She's just a student to him. No, Ray doesn't like Wendy either, she's just his biogoly partner.
very bored azn gurl: I'm glad you found it funny. I'm not sure if it's suppose to be funny but after this chapter, tell me if it's funny and if I should change the genre to humor/romance. It's up to you.
darkphoenix :): Thanks you for the compliment. It made me very happy ^_^
some person: I know who you are! I even knew who you were before you told me! And just to let you know, I unblock you! Ha! Take that! And you say it's pretty good? Ha! Take that! I think I'm hyper! Ha! Take that! I should stop........
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It was lunch and Mariah were with her friend and Ray was with Tyson. For some strange reason, Mariah and her friends were talking about biogoly. Or at least which partners they got for biology. "I got Mike," a blonde said. "Really, I have Daniel," another friend said, "Hey Mariah, you've been silent. Who do you have?" Mariah hesitated to tell them. "Tyson," she finally replied though silently, hoping her friends wouldn't hear her. Her friends were practually leaping for joy. Mariah was confused. "This is good, now you have a better chance of getting you-know-who on your side." Mariah just realized why they were leaping for joy. "Oh, yeah," Mariah said. She laughed weakly.
Ray was sitting, eating his sandwich while Tyson was in line for more food. According to Tyson, the same teens that raided their food supplies came again, this time with booze. When they got kicked out, they left the booze so the only thing he could've eaten was, "a moldy lollipop and booze with an odd smell. Not the smell of beer." Finally, he got his food and sat down next to Ray. Ray could tell that something was bothering him because he was mumbling something about pink-headed demon from hell and gonna be stuck in hell, even when he's eating. "Tyson, are you alright?" Ray asked. Tyson said something with his mouth full so Ray couldn't hear anything. Tyson, having a complete mouthfull of food, he swallowed the whole thing. "I have Mariah as a partner." Tyson said bitterly, then finishing his fifth sandwind in 2 bites (counting the times he actually chewed his food), "I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate," Tyson was cut off when he took another bite but still went on with his rant though it was muffled, "her, I hate her, I hate her, I ha-" "I think I get your point," Ray said. Tyson nodded and continued to eat his lunch.
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*Tyson's P.O.V
Lunch ended. I was getting my gym shoes from my locker and then just when I shut the door of my locker, I saw something that scar- err, startled me. You guessed it. It was Mariah. Not only was she facing me but for some strange reason, she looked happy to see me and was smiling. It sickened me. "Oh, it's you. What do you want?" I said bitterly. You can see I'm real happy to see her. By now, you should be able to tell my sarcasm apart. She did have this face where she looked sick but tried to hide it. I ignored it. Not like I care. "Hello Tyson, I just wanted to say hi. And maybe we could get to know each other. I mean, we've been in the same class since kindergarden." 'Apparently,' I thought. "So we might as well get to know each other now." "I had 10 years to do that. I'm not gonna start now," I mumbled. I walked away. Or tried to. Mariah grabbed my arm.
"Aww, come on. You never even gave me a chance. Just once and see how you like it," I looked at her. She gave me puppy dog's eyes. They were disturbing. "Fine," I said. She nearly jump on me. "Oh thank you Tyson! I promise you won't regret it!" Then she wrapped her arms around my neck. "Tyson? What's wrong? Are you sad? Is that why your face is turning blue?" Mariah asked. Funny thing, ha ha, you guessed it. My face was turning blue. Oh, the joy of not being able to breathe. Mariah just realized why my face was turning blue. "Oh, sorry T-son (A/N: T-son is pronounced as making the t sound and then 'son')," She let go of my neck. T-son? Did she just called me T-son? "Well, see you at my house. Here's my address," she handed me a piece of paper which I took reluctantly. See, I know big words. Ha, take that! "See you later!" She waved bye to me. I think she's sick or something. I'll figure it out later.
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*Mariah's P.O.V
Okay Mariah, you can do this. Just go up and say hi. I can't believe I'm doing this. I saw Tyson by his locker getting something. I went up to him. Didn't see me. Closed his locker. Saw me and screamed. Oh god. I putted on a fake smile. He said to me bitterly, "Oh, it's you. What do you want?" So rude. Anyways, "Hello Tyson, I just wanted to say hi. And maybe we could get to know each other. I mean, we've been in the same class since kindergarden. So we might as well get to know each other now." was what I said. I heard Tyson mumble something like "10 years to do that. I'm not gonna start now." He tried to get away. Oh no you don't! I grabbed his arm so he wouldn't get away.
"Aww, come on. You never even gave me a chance. Just once and see how you like it," I said. I even gave him puppy dog eyes, which always works with my parents. I heard him say, "Fine." Yes! My plan is working! I would've jumped on him if he wasn't, well, Tyson. So instead, I gave him a hug. Something was wrong. I saw it. I looked at Tyson's face and it was for some reason, blue.
"Tyson? What's wrong? Are you sad? Is that why your face is turning blue?" I hope he isn't sad. Actually, I do but that's not the point. Oh, it just hit me why he was blue. I let go of him. His face turned a different color that wasn't blue, like a peachy color. "Oh, sorry T-son," I said. Might as well start and give him a nickname. It's original at least. I took out a piece of paper with my address on it that I wrote earlier.
"Well, see you at my house. Here's my address," I gave him the paper which he took. Score! I don't care if I'm acting like Tyson, no one can hear me and I'm gonna get his hot friend as my boyfriend. "See you later!" I waved at him and walked away. My plan is so gonna work. Ha! Take that! I'm acting like myself now!
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General P.O.V
Mariah skipped happily off in the opposite direction of Tyson, who was heading to P.E. Her plan was working all because of a song. Then she just remembered that she had P.E and it was the other way so she stopped skipping and went in the direction of Tyson after getting her gym shoes.
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In Gym, they were doing square dancing. Yes, square dancing. For 3 weeks. But there were more boys then girls. Lucky for them, they could chose their partners. No one choose their partners yet. "I think I'll go with Cris," a brunette said. "Yeah, I'm gonna pick him," another one of the girls said pointing to a guy. "Yeah well, I'm stuck with Tyson," Mariah complained. It wasn't that all the other girls claimed a guy already except for Tyson but something told her that she was going to be with him. "It won't be that bad," one of her friends said, trying to cheer her up, "Just pretend that your dancing with Ray." "Fine," Mariah mumbled. She walked to Tyson. "Hey R-..err, Tyson," she said cheerfully. 'It's you again,' the blue-headed boy thought. "Wanna dance? It's not like anyone else is gonna dance with you so might as well dance with me or you might have to pretend to be a girl."
If there was more boys then girls or visa versa, then they have to pretend to be the opposite gender and dance with their gender (for those of you who are confused, it means that if there was more boys than girls, then the other guy who doesn't have a partner have to pretend to be a girl and dance with guys).
Tyson thought about it real hard. He didn't want to dance with guys but Ray was his friend. Surely, he'll understand. And it's not like anything else will formed between them. He looked around for Ray. A girl was asking him and he nodded yes. He also saw some guys being asked by girls and having to be forced to say yes. After they agreed, they looked at Tyson and gave him a glare. He knew what it meant. Those guys who he just saw were after Mariah for who knows how long. They worked hard to even get her to look at them and yet, Tyson got her wrapped around his little finger, or so they say. They were also the bulky type who would go to the gym reguarly to improve their strength. Tyson didn't like the thought of what was going to happen to him if he "hurted" Mariah. "Sure," he said, "why not?" Mariah smiled.
"Okay, get into places," Mr. Chemilinsky, the gym teacher yelled. Everyone got into their spots like he had told them to. "Today's a test so be sure to remember your steps." Tyson held hands with Mariah. To Tyson, they were warm but cold in the palm. Kinda like metal cold. Mariah on the other hand, thought that Tyson's hand were dry amd chalky. Soon, the music played. Everyone got their steps right, though it wasn't completely in unison, it was close. Off the edge of Mariah's eye, she saw Ray, dancing with Emily! Mariah never like Emily because on her attemp of joining the tennis club, Emily, the leader of it, said to go back to her fashion accessories because someone like her would be too concern about her looks and just bring down the reputation of the tennis team because of it; but because it was the rule to let a person try at least one game if they ask to join, Emily let Mariah verse against Arthur. Mariah in the end lost because she ended up using all her anger (because of Emily's insults) and hitting the ball too hard.
Mariah was mad. She just had to find a way of letting her anger out. Without knowing it, she ended up squeezing Tyson's hand, and the fact that her nails were digging into his skin didn't make it any better for Tyson.
For 5 minutes, they were given a break. Mariah's hands warm while Tyson was in still in pain. He looked at his hands. They were red and had fingernail marks in them. He wasn't that bad of a dancer, he remembered his steps. After 10 minutes, Tyson's hands were in better condition. Instead of being red, they were pink. He looked at the clock. '5 more minutes until this ends,' he thought, 'And to think. My life's been a living hell so far ever since Ray came. I'm not blaming Ray, I'm just noticing that. It's rather strange actually.'
Mr. Chemilinsky blew his whistle suddenly which made everyone jump. "Okay class, we finished early so-" He was cut off by a student who cheered. "As I was saying," the gym teacher continued, "since we finished early, I think we should do something to pass the time." "Free time!" some of the students yelled. "No," Mr. Chemilinsky said quite annoyed getting inturrupted again, "What I had in mind was exercise!" The students groaned. "What? Nothing's wrong with exercise. You guys need it anyways. You've been getting fat." Mariah scowled at him but he didn't notice. 'Fat? Did he just call me fat?!' She continued to scowl at him. "Now, drop down and give me 10!!" he yelled. One of the student asked while raising his hand, "Isn't it 'Drop down and give me 20?'"
Mr. Chemilinsky looked at him funny look. "Oh, so that's what you want?" "NO!" the same student plus a couple more yelled but it was ignored. "Fine, drop down and give me 20!!!" Again, the students groaned except even louder. You could hear some of the students say to that guy, "Nice going Gilbert," They all went to the floor and did twenty push-ups like they were told which was not pleasent. Course, who would enjoy it?
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Yuko S: There! I'm done! Chapter three is finished. Again, review me and tell me what you think of it. I mean it when I say review me. I made this bet that if I get 11 reviews for this fics, then my friend has to run around the room singing "I'm a little tea pot" tomorrow. If I don't get 11 review, then I have to go around the room singing "I'm a little tea pot." If I have to do that, then I won't update. That's a threat! And I know this chapter might not be as good as the last two chapter. Some credits goes to my sister and friend for helping me out with the high school stuff (I'm not in high school yet) and some of the names. Bye!!