Hey guys, sorry for this late update, I'm actually not very stable right now. Thanks a lot to cutetyhil and cerulean musings for reviewing. Really, guys you are the reason I actually sat down to write this chapter.
This 6 chapter long fic is for 'TyHil Love Countdown' organised by our lovely 'ayushi'.
Hope y'all enjoy this!
TyHil Love Countdown
Week 1 (Spring) and Week 2 (Summer)
"Bring me Back"
Chapter 1
The corridors were empty in this side of the school building, always. Everything was silent, and on the vast wooden flooring, the noise of dragging shoes was the sole one, echoing through the huge space.
Tyson surveyed the plates on the closed doors. Library, music room, activity hall, maybe that's the reason why this part of the massive school building was so empty and silent. He had ventured out in the building while being bored in a free period, and was now wandering like a lost spirit, trying to find the way back to his class.
He stood still, roatating a full circle to analyze his surroundings. Index fingers pressed to his temples, Tyson tried to remember the way through which he landed in this part of the building.
Just then a melodious tune rang in his ears, lighting a spark in his sapphire eyes as they shot open. His ears keen to know the source of the piano sound, maybe he could get to ask the way back to his class from the piano player.
Rushing around, he staggered in front of the music room, the door of which was slightly ajar, scattering the melodies out in the corridor. Face glowing brightly with the hope of finally finding the break of this maze he was stuck in, he took a step forward, but froze at once as his gleaming face turned into a frown.
What if the piano player was the same short tempered girl from yesterday? A chill went down his spine as he gulped, considering the possibilities.
"It isn't like she's gonna recognise me..." He scratched his head. If she doesn't recognise him, there was absolutely no chance for him being stabbed by her.
Taking his chances, he swooped into the hall, quick and quiet as a cat. The giant piano was right in front of him, shielding the view of the artist who had by now started humming.
To first ensure his safety, he decided to take a look at the pianist, and to do so, he shifted to his right, his eyes glued at the source of the tunes.
His heart skipped a beat as Tyson felt his feet trap in a wire as he tripped over it, trying his best to catch whatever was near him in order to save himself during the fall, resulting in a loud thump amongst the now scattered drum set, and a keyboard which gave a long sharp noise as his palms slid over it in an attempt to hold onto it.
The combined noise of the thumping of drums and the keys of the keyboard made him pretty sure that his existence was now known to the pianist, as the sound of the piano stopped echoing through the hall.
Buried under the drums, Tyson peeped at the piano, rubbing his head as he struggled to free himself of the huge mess of musical instruments he just caused.
As soon as he caught a pair of ruby eyes, staring disgustingly at him, he hid his face behind his arms. The pianist, a brown haired girl who was now glaring at him with utter resentment, opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by a sudden emergence of a teacher in the hall.
"Hilary!" He yelled at her, his loud footsteps in sync with his angry breaths, "what the hell is this?!"
"Sir..." She stammered, looking at the hidden boy under the instruments and then at the librarian, "it was a... Cat?"
"A cat...?" He raised a brow, and believing his not so confident student, walked out, "I'd just send a cleaner to shoo it away and then arrange all this."
Tyson breathed a sigh of relief, as he finally mustered the courage to stand up amongst all the embarrassment he made himself get into.
Dusting away his clothes, and setting his long midnight blue hair back in place, he staggered towards the seated girl.
Standing in front of her, he cleared his throat and announced with unshakable pride and confidence, avoiding her eyes at all costs, "Thanks for saving me."
She did not reply. No matter how hard he tried, he had to give in and finally look at her. Arms folded in front of her chest, she glared at him with her sharp ruby eyes, the brown fringes falling above them.
"That's all you want to say?" She spat demandingly.
"Umm... Yeah, I suppose." He shrugged, sitting down as he placed his palms behind him on the floor.
"Well..." Narrowing her eyes at him, Hilary clasped the cold metal of her wheelchair and turned it around, sliding it through the hall, "your supposing skills are not up to the mark then."
"You are the girl at the bus stop." Tyson responded, ignoring her statement. Her wheelchair came to a halt, but she didn't turn around to show him her facial expressions.
Tilting his head, Tyson waited for her to react in some way. Standing up and rushing across the hall to stand in front of her with his hands on hips, he sighed, "Listen, Hilary, could you at least respond to..."
He trailed off upon realising that she is not paying heed to his words. Groaning, he got on his knees, and met her lost gaze which was directed at her legs.
"Hey," he shook her arm, as she broke out of her trance. Staring blankly at him for a moment, her face scrunched up into a glare.
"Sorry," she seethed, "but I don't feel like talking to someone who had been spying on me."
"Spying?" His eyes widened as his brows rose high up, "I was not spying on you! I'm an innocent soul wanting to ask the way back to my class!"
After a minute of a glaring competition, Hilary shook her head and rotated the wheels, moving towards the exit, "Follow me."
"I don't take orders from girls." Tyson folded his arms in front of his thrust out chest.
"Then stay here and pay for the mess you created." Hilary growled, pointing at the disaster he caused.
"Okay," Tyson shrugged as he exited the hall, being followed by Hilary's narrowed eyes, "I sometimes take orders from girls, if they're like you."
"Intelligent?" She called out with a smirk she couldn't hide.
"Scary." He answered from the corridors.
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"I bet he would get his nose broken if I ever see him again." Hilary grunted, crossing the ground as she forcefully throttled her wheelchair forward.
She had not been able to focus in class, not at all. Just the mere thought of her encounter with Tyson made her growl whenever she caught a glimpse of the sapphire eyed guy, laughing and joking around in the last seats.
Sweeping her brown hair away from her eyes, she had just reached the main door, when amongst the many students rushing out of the school, a group of guys surrounded her, making her come to a hault.
Giving the deadliest death glare she had in store, Hilary eyed the leader of the gang of five.
"What?" She hissed with narrowed eyes.
"Well," he leaned down to meet her gaze, "I presume you owe my friend a ride."
"Back off," she yelled, clutching the cold metal tightly, "Don't think I can't break your nose."
The boys broke into laughter, as the leader, twice the whole mass Hilary had, grasped her petite arm, and pulled her out of the chair, and onto her knees as she shrieked in pain, placing both her arms on the ground to support her wobbling legs.
She was short of breath, huffing and panting, as she tried to seat herself, but couldn't turn her body. The boy clutched her arm, and swiftly made her land on her hip, as she controlled the tears bubbling up inside her.
Biting her inner lip, she took ragged breaths, watching with bloodshot eyes as the boys circled the now empty ground in her wheelchair, laughing.
She couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't just sit, unable to move, so lifeless and weak. Her eyes rushed across the ground, searching for help.
Her trembling body became strudy and straight once her eyes locked with his. Far away, on the edge of the ground, Tyson stood, clasping the straps of his bag, staring at her with a look she couldn't comprehend.
As soon as their eyes met, he at once broke the contact, as he started walking away with the speed of light. She felt him look at her through the corner of his eyes, but not respond in any way.
He acted upon his plan of refuge he made just now. What a coward. She couldn't help but give him the most disgusted and disappointed sigh. Clutching the hem of the blue skirt of her sailor uniform, she lowered her head with eyes puffing with tears.
"Oh hey!" The leader yelled out, and Hilary looked up at him, just to notice that it wasn't her that was being addressed, it was Tyson, who had broke into a run upon hearing his name.
Almost stumbling on his own feet twice, he was about to break free out of the school gate just when the boys grasped his bag pack, taking it off and throwing it above and out the high wall.
Grabbing his arms, they dragged him towards Hilary, dropping him right upon her limp legs as shrieked, tears breaking out of her eyes. Tyson got up hastily, his face plastered with concern and fear all at once, the fastest he could, just to be grabbed by the collar of his gakuran uniform and lifted up by the leader.
"You thought you could escape without us noticing?" He laughed in his hoarse voice, throwing him away on the ground like a rag doll.
"Wait for sometime," he signalled to Hilary with a smirk, upon which she felt her backbone freeze, "until we deal with this coward."
She looked over at Tyson, half sitting beside her, and shivered upon noticing his level of fear being the same as hers.
He didn't say anything, just sat there with his head lowered, the sapphire eyes which sparkled with mischief today morning full as a starless night sky. Breathing heavily, he didn't oppose any action of theirs, neither their hurtful words, nor their physical assault.
Grasping his now undid long hair, they dragged him away. She couldn't stay back any longer, not anymore when she saw him so powerless. The pain she experienced was physical, in her legs, but his was deep down hidden in his heart, and his eyes showed it.
Turning her body as it touched the ground, she dragged herself with her arms. It was painful, and tormenting, but she didn't care. All she cared for was the sight she witnessed. She cried in pain upon being tortured, but he didn't. His silence spoke louder than her screams, and that's what made her feel that something wasn't just right.
"Hey!" She called out to the leader as he turned around, with an amused grin. Walking up to her, he sat down in front of her, "What is it, princess?"
She huffed, breathing heavily under his disrespectful gaze. Slipping her hands in her skirt pocket, she pulled something out. Before he got a look at what it was, his eyes were no longer capable to even stay open, as a burning hit sensation blinded him. Tears poured out his tightly shut eyes as he screamed his lungs out.
Hilary looked at Tyson. Confidence built up in her the moment she witnessed his expression change from shock to joy. His smile was bright, just like she saw it today's morning, and that rang up the thought that she bravely suceeded.
Tyson at once stood up, as all the guys began aiding their restless leader, whose eyes cried painful tears of pepper spray, and sprinted towards Hilary.
"Can you walk?" He knealt down before her.
"Yeah sure I can," she spat with a glare, "I walk around in a wheelchair because I'm just lazy to walk, you know."
It was just now she had started seeing him in a good light, and he had to shatter that light into darkness by showing off his stupidity. She looked up at him, his sapphire eyes staring softly at her with the deepest concern she had witnessed for her. Her face flushed as she looked away, his heart beating crazy. He was so stupid, but in a cute way.
"Should I pick you up?" He asked nervously, glancing at the group of guys biling with rage as they approached them.
"Why haven't you written a permission letter yet?" Even though she couldn't help squealing like a little girl upon witnessing his gentleman etiquettes concerning her consent, she also couldn't help getting annoyed to no limits.
He stared at her with his head tilted like a lost puppy. Okay, well now he's making her reddened ears and chewed inner lip pretty obvious. Maybe realisation dawned upon him eearlier than she expected, as he at once scooped her up in his arms, struggling a lot more than either of them expected.
There was no chance for them to escape as Tyson helplessly staggered towards the principal office with speed comparable to that of a tortoise. The boys followed closely behind. The moment they realised where Tyson was heading, they found it the best to slowly back off and pretend nothing happened.
Hilary was relieved the moment she realised the fading sound of footsteps that were once so loud. She relaxed as a sigh escaped her throat. Her arms rested on her stomach, while her head was subconsciously planted on Tyson's chest. She felt her whole body heat up on the proximity. She could hear his heart beating fast, and the fact that his body was as heated as hers was not hidden from her. She could feel any sensation in her legs, ever, but she was pretty sure that his fingers were currently on the back of her knees. She was both thankful to and disappointed with the lack of sensation in her legs.
"We're alive," Tyson breathed blissfully, as he looked into her ruby eyes, "thanks to you."
Hilary gulped, she sensed the sincerety in his voice. His thanking wasn't arrogant or stubborn like it was this morning.
Hilary smiled at him, and as soon as he caught a glimpse of it, he at once looked straight ahead, breaking the warmth of the eye contact. She saw the colors of his face fade away as he stopped walking, and gulped with a shivering throat.
"Vice principal...?" He laughed nervously, "...good afternoon, ma'am?"
Hilary looked at the intruder and spoke softly, "Hey, mom."
Tyson gasped and shot her a disbelieving look, his brows furrowed high up as his eyes widened. "Mom?!" He glanced at the not so pleased woman, "I mean, ma'am!"
Walking towards a horrified Tyson and a very silent Hilary, she softly sweeped away the dust from Hilary's cheeks, as she whispered,
"Again?"
"Again" Hilary nodded with glassy eyes, tugging onto Tyson's gakuran shirt as his jaw hung open.
Her mother looked at Tyson, and that was enough for him to feel himself being grounded for carrying the vice principal's daughter in his arms, that too in bridal style.
She signalled at a bench in front of the office, and this time, Tyson did no delay in understanding her gesture as he sprinted towards and carefully made Hilary sit on it.
The 'fragile, handle with care' tag was now being illusioned all over Hilary's body as Tyson placed her down as though she were made of glass.
