Yes! Chapter 3 is up! Yeah, I know, I update so fast. Well that's just because this story consists of short chapters and I can finish typing the chapter in one to two days. And I know you guys like that… Please submit a review in each chapter…

The sun shone brightly, high up in the crystal clear blue sky, signifying a new day have arrived. In a particular neighborhood, a girl sneaks herself to school, afraid of something, perhaps someone. She quietly tiptoed to a near wall in one corner and peeks through. Knowing the coast was clear she hurriedly walk up to the next street until she reached her school.

Prompt as always, Hilary had arrived at her classroom, 20 minutes before the time. There was no one in the class yet and she was the first one to arrive. She placed her bag on her table and heaved a great sigh of relief, although she knew no one would get there earlier than her.

Minutes had passed and her classmates were starting to gather up. She was expecting a specific someone to come to the class and well… beat her up. Always taking a quick look on the door before continuing on with their conversation with her girl friends, Hilary's heart did not want him to show up and her weird imaginations had been disturbing her for a while.

"You okay Hilary?" she heard one of her friends asked. She turned away from the door and answered that she was 'okay' and continued on with their mindless chitchat.

Ten seconds have passed and their teacher had entered the room making the whole class calm down and sit on their assigned places. The class started with checking attendances and a continuous 'yes' went on after names were called but was stopped when the teacher had reach the Tyson's name.

"Tyson?" she repeated as she looked at his seat. It was empty.

And suddenly, the door swung open and came the man they were waiting for.

"PRESENT!"

"You mean 'late'." She confirmed and wrote an 'L' on the record.

"Ahehehehe…" He scratched his head sheepishly and chuckled at his own shortcomings.

Hilary watched him walk up towards his seat and at the same time her heart pumping so fast. "Oh no…" She lowered her head and used her hands to cover her face from him. Somehow, it worked and Tyson had not noticed her presence.

Time passes so fast and the class had already ended with Hilary not even walking up to Tyson and tells him what they are going to do later on with their practice. She wanted to hide a little longer but her curiosity on why has not he acting like he expected him to be did not show up. She wanted to know. And besides, she still cannot escape later in the afternoon.

She watched Tyson happily packing his books back in his bag and whistling a happy tune, getting really jolly now that class had already ended and there was not much homework given to them. Hilary waited in her seat until he would pass by her and go for the door.

"Ah…" Tyson sighed in relief as he stretched up his hands before leaving. "What a nice day to practice!" Hilary heard him said as she walked up behind him.

"Uh…" Her finger tried to poke him slightly on the back to get his attention but then suddenly, he turns around saying:

"I forgot to clean! If Hilary—." He did not continue when he found her behind him. "You don't have to tell me!" He shouted at her. " I'll clean! I'll clean! Just don't make me do basics later."

"Eh…?"

He quickly went for the cabinets where the mops are and started cleaning with a mix of contravenes in his heart as wiped the floor sparkling clean. And at the same time mumbling curses on why the floor was always getting dirty each day.

"Tyson…" He heard a low high voice call him.

"What?!" He asked getting annoyed. "Can't you see what I'm doing…? I bet you're devilish side is laughing inside now."

As much as she wanted to admit, she neither laugh nor told that he missed a spot on the floor. There was something wrong with his actions, or so she thought.

"Haven't you read the magazine that Max—." She was cut short.

"Nah… Max said it wasn't fun if the group wasn't complete." He informed her while pulling the mop back and dipping it on a bucket of water.

"So… you haven't seen the list yet…?" There was some urgent in her tone.

"Yah…" and he heard her sigh in relief. What was that for…?

But for Hilary, she had to face another day for her to stop them from opening that magazine again. But how? But for the meantime, there was still cleaning to do. She took hold of Tyson's mop and took it off from his hands and started cleaning.

"What's wrong with you…?" Tyson asked, confused.

"Nothing!" She answered, nervously and walked away with the mop and begun cleaning the other side, away from Tyson.

Tyson concluded that she could do all the work and he could escape from her rule. So, he took nice small steps out the door without Hilary looking at him, or so he thought. He sighed in relief when he achieved victory in 'fleeing' from the dark force. He ran fast in the corridor until a bucket came flying through and hit the back of his head making him fall down on the floor.

And out came Hilary, carrying the mop with her and her other hand pointing at Tyson. "CLEAN!" She demanded and went back inside.

"She really can't take a joke…" Tyson thought.

Just an interlude. Nothing much important and it's just making this story long. As much as I wanted to lengthen it, that'll make another scene so I decided to split it up. Thank you for all your reviews!!!

Oh yeah, I just made this story to make my writing spirit come back inside me! I guess it didn't work because I still can't continue my other stories… --

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