Men Don't Change: Chapter 3
"Tyson, stop pacing. You'll wear a groove in the floor," warned Ray. Tyson refused to listen and kept walking in the circular pattern he had maintained for the past hour. Every few seconds, he would stop, look at the clock, check his watch, and resume walking. He hadn't said much of anything since Hilary's curfew, 10:00(p.m.). It was now almost 11:30. Where could she be?
"Don't worry, Tyson," advised Max. The blonde-headed fun-lover was starting to get nervous from watching Tyson pace. "I'm sure she'll show up. Or maybe she went to a friend's house to spend the night. Who could blame her after – "
He was cut off as Ray covered Max's mouth with his hand, preventing further damage. He was right though. Maybe Hilary just didn't want to come "home."
"Maybe I should go look for her, guys. She's never been this late before." Those were the first words Tyson had spoken for an hour and a half.
"Don't sweat it, Tyson. She's probably fine," encouraged Kenny, tapping away at Dizzi's keyboard, checking up on beyblade stats. "If she's not here by midnight, I'll do a GPS scan."
"Yeah, everything's cool, Tyson," agreed Max.
Ray and the others kept a nonchalant attitude going (with the exception of Tyson), but deep down, they really were worried.
By 11:59, Kenny was getting ready to bring up the GPS screen, when in walked Hilary. There was no Kai in sight. But this was normal. "Hey, guys! 'S up?"
Everyone gasped with relief when they saw she was okay. Tyson nearly skipped over to her, giving her a loving hug, when she pushed him away. Uh- oh.
"Sorry, Tyson, but you're in time-out," she said coolly as she hung her bookbag on the coat rack.
"Time out?" Confusion ensued.
"We no longer know each other. Okay?"
"What?! Hilary, what's going on?" Tyson objected.
"Yeah, that's a little extreme, Hil," commented Max.
"You can't stay mad at him forever, you know." This bit of input came from Dizzi, echoed by Ray. How could she be this angry?
"I'm no longer on this team. And I'm leaving," answered Class President Hilary (3 years running).
"Leaving? Why?" (Tyson)
"Stay here, home-girl." Grandpa poked his head in the door. "Where ya gonna crash while ya parents vacation?"
"I've already arranged that, Grandpa," explained Hilary. "I'm going to get my things." She left for the main house, closing the door quietly.
"So, she's ticked enough to split, but not PO'd enough to slam da door," observed Grandpa. It was at that moment that Kai decided to enter the scene.
"Hey, Kai!" greeted Tyson. He was his normal self now that Hilary was back. He would find some way to keep her there. Kai nodded in response.
"Where were you?" nosed Max.
"You bailed after breakfast, and both you and Hilary were gone until just now," noticed Kenny.
"Hey!" shouted Tyson. "Surely you're not suggesting that my girl would cheat on me like that with – "
"I'm not your girl, Tyson," corrected Hilary as she strolled in loaded with suitcases and bags.
"That was fast," admired Dizzi.
Hilary ignored the rest of them, shifting her burden, and heading for the door. As she walked past Kai, she held out her hand, in which he placed a key. Then she was gone.
"So you're – "Max gaped.
"You're the friend she's staying with?" asked Ray.
"NO!" yelled Tyson.
"Wait, let's not be too hasty jumping to conclusions," cautioned Kenny. He had everyone's attention, so he reasoned, "All he did was give her a key. We don't know what kind of key it was. She doesn't have a car; maybe he's loaning her his." Tyson was relaxing a little. "Or maybe," continued the Chief, "it was a key to someone's house that he knows. It could be a key to her luggage she dropped and he picked up. We have no way of knowing. You shouldn't overreact, Tyson."
"If you don't mind us asking, Kai," said Ray, "what kind of key was it?"
"It was a house key." The words were hardly out of his mouth when Tyson pounced on him, grabbing the black shirt Kai was well known for.
"You're rooming with my girl?!" He didn't bother to keep his voice down, and his face was red from anger.
"Hands off, Tyson." The captain had no reaction whatsoever to the attack, except annoyance.
Tyson let go rather roughly, but pointed at Kai and demanded, "I want a complete explanation on all of this!"
"You're jumping to conclusions, Tyson," noted Kai as he smoothed out the area where Tyson had clenched. "However, yes, I am giving her a place to stay." Eyes bulged, and gasps followed this confession. Kenny had gasped so hard he was coughing.
"What? I don't think I heard that right. Could you repeat it for me?" Tyson growled.
"Oh, she isn't boarding with me. She only has a room in my mansion. The only keys to her room are in her possession and the maid's."
"Maid's as in possession of one, or maids' as in more than one cleans the room?" asked Dizzi, half-jokingly.
"There's a lot more, but only one cleans that particular wing," Kai cleared up.
Tyson marched up to Kai until they could feel each other's breathing. "You listen, and you listen good," Tyson snarled, "She's my girl, and you stay away from her. There's no way I'll let you catch her on the rebound."
Max stepped between the two, trying to avoid a confrontation. "Didn't you yourself say that you wished she was breaking up with you for another guy? And it's only temporary."
Tyson jerked away. "Yeah, but not this one." He turned to Kai. "You do anything to her, and I swear to God, I'll kill you." (He doesn't mean it; he's just jealous and angry. Wanted to clear that up.)
"Whatever." Kai turns and leaves.
"You don't mean that, Tyson." (Ray)
"Yes, I do," whispered the blue-haired world champ.
Writer: I'm not gonna reveal the future of this fanfic, but right now, Tyson's not serious. I know it's not right to swear to God either, but people do when they're pbeeped. BTW, PO'd means pbeeped off. I was hoping the story would go another way, so it may split off into two different ff's. I don't know. Up to 'Tyson marched' I had planned, but after that, it doesn't seem like something I would write. Anyway, tootles! (
"Tyson, stop pacing. You'll wear a groove in the floor," warned Ray. Tyson refused to listen and kept walking in the circular pattern he had maintained for the past hour. Every few seconds, he would stop, look at the clock, check his watch, and resume walking. He hadn't said much of anything since Hilary's curfew, 10:00(p.m.). It was now almost 11:30. Where could she be?
"Don't worry, Tyson," advised Max. The blonde-headed fun-lover was starting to get nervous from watching Tyson pace. "I'm sure she'll show up. Or maybe she went to a friend's house to spend the night. Who could blame her after – "
He was cut off as Ray covered Max's mouth with his hand, preventing further damage. He was right though. Maybe Hilary just didn't want to come "home."
"Maybe I should go look for her, guys. She's never been this late before." Those were the first words Tyson had spoken for an hour and a half.
"Don't sweat it, Tyson. She's probably fine," encouraged Kenny, tapping away at Dizzi's keyboard, checking up on beyblade stats. "If she's not here by midnight, I'll do a GPS scan."
"Yeah, everything's cool, Tyson," agreed Max.
Ray and the others kept a nonchalant attitude going (with the exception of Tyson), but deep down, they really were worried.
By 11:59, Kenny was getting ready to bring up the GPS screen, when in walked Hilary. There was no Kai in sight. But this was normal. "Hey, guys! 'S up?"
Everyone gasped with relief when they saw she was okay. Tyson nearly skipped over to her, giving her a loving hug, when she pushed him away. Uh- oh.
"Sorry, Tyson, but you're in time-out," she said coolly as she hung her bookbag on the coat rack.
"Time out?" Confusion ensued.
"We no longer know each other. Okay?"
"What?! Hilary, what's going on?" Tyson objected.
"Yeah, that's a little extreme, Hil," commented Max.
"You can't stay mad at him forever, you know." This bit of input came from Dizzi, echoed by Ray. How could she be this angry?
"I'm no longer on this team. And I'm leaving," answered Class President Hilary (3 years running).
"Leaving? Why?" (Tyson)
"Stay here, home-girl." Grandpa poked his head in the door. "Where ya gonna crash while ya parents vacation?"
"I've already arranged that, Grandpa," explained Hilary. "I'm going to get my things." She left for the main house, closing the door quietly.
"So, she's ticked enough to split, but not PO'd enough to slam da door," observed Grandpa. It was at that moment that Kai decided to enter the scene.
"Hey, Kai!" greeted Tyson. He was his normal self now that Hilary was back. He would find some way to keep her there. Kai nodded in response.
"Where were you?" nosed Max.
"You bailed after breakfast, and both you and Hilary were gone until just now," noticed Kenny.
"Hey!" shouted Tyson. "Surely you're not suggesting that my girl would cheat on me like that with – "
"I'm not your girl, Tyson," corrected Hilary as she strolled in loaded with suitcases and bags.
"That was fast," admired Dizzi.
Hilary ignored the rest of them, shifting her burden, and heading for the door. As she walked past Kai, she held out her hand, in which he placed a key. Then she was gone.
"So you're – "Max gaped.
"You're the friend she's staying with?" asked Ray.
"NO!" yelled Tyson.
"Wait, let's not be too hasty jumping to conclusions," cautioned Kenny. He had everyone's attention, so he reasoned, "All he did was give her a key. We don't know what kind of key it was. She doesn't have a car; maybe he's loaning her his." Tyson was relaxing a little. "Or maybe," continued the Chief, "it was a key to someone's house that he knows. It could be a key to her luggage she dropped and he picked up. We have no way of knowing. You shouldn't overreact, Tyson."
"If you don't mind us asking, Kai," said Ray, "what kind of key was it?"
"It was a house key." The words were hardly out of his mouth when Tyson pounced on him, grabbing the black shirt Kai was well known for.
"You're rooming with my girl?!" He didn't bother to keep his voice down, and his face was red from anger.
"Hands off, Tyson." The captain had no reaction whatsoever to the attack, except annoyance.
Tyson let go rather roughly, but pointed at Kai and demanded, "I want a complete explanation on all of this!"
"You're jumping to conclusions, Tyson," noted Kai as he smoothed out the area where Tyson had clenched. "However, yes, I am giving her a place to stay." Eyes bulged, and gasps followed this confession. Kenny had gasped so hard he was coughing.
"What? I don't think I heard that right. Could you repeat it for me?" Tyson growled.
"Oh, she isn't boarding with me. She only has a room in my mansion. The only keys to her room are in her possession and the maid's."
"Maid's as in possession of one, or maids' as in more than one cleans the room?" asked Dizzi, half-jokingly.
"There's a lot more, but only one cleans that particular wing," Kai cleared up.
Tyson marched up to Kai until they could feel each other's breathing. "You listen, and you listen good," Tyson snarled, "She's my girl, and you stay away from her. There's no way I'll let you catch her on the rebound."
Max stepped between the two, trying to avoid a confrontation. "Didn't you yourself say that you wished she was breaking up with you for another guy? And it's only temporary."
Tyson jerked away. "Yeah, but not this one." He turned to Kai. "You do anything to her, and I swear to God, I'll kill you." (He doesn't mean it; he's just jealous and angry. Wanted to clear that up.)
"Whatever." Kai turns and leaves.
"You don't mean that, Tyson." (Ray)
"Yes, I do," whispered the blue-haired world champ.
Writer: I'm not gonna reveal the future of this fanfic, but right now, Tyson's not serious. I know it's not right to swear to God either, but people do when they're pbeeped. BTW, PO'd means pbeeped off. I was hoping the story would go another way, so it may split off into two different ff's. I don't know. Up to 'Tyson marched' I had planned, but after that, it doesn't seem like something I would write. Anyway, tootles! (