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At the end of the day, Chris thanked Tala and Kai for their help, and made her way back to her room. In the boys' dorm, Tala grinned, sitting down on the edge of his desk.
"She's falling for me already." He chuckled.
"If you call 'falling for you' throwing you when you tried to touch her, then yeah, I agree." Kai replied dryly.
"Shut up." Tala muttered darkly.
"Just because a girl made a fool of you in public." Kai said, a hint of a smile playing about his lips. At that moment, Bryan came in. He hadn't seen Chris, as he was in the year above the two boys.
"What's this?" he asked as he came in. "A girl?"
"New girl Chris." Kai supplied, shooting a smirk in the silent Tala's direction. "Threw Tala because he was checking her out."
Bryan let out a low whistle, and his stony face broke into an extremely rare grin.
"It had to happen sometime, Valkov."
Tala refused to talk to the both of them for the rest of the evening.
Chris made her way up the stair case, her thoughts lost in the day's happenings.
Tala. She shook her head. That redhead isn't bad, but he's a fool sometimes. I can't believe he was the one involved in that Russian experiment with robotics. He's certainly making up for life now… and as for Kai, I can't figure out if he's-
Suddenly, the world tilted as her feet slid out from under her. Biting back the shout of surprise, the bluenette threw herself back onto her hands and flipped over onto her feet, staring at the floor. Barely visible against the dark wood was a pool of slick vegetable oil. Growling under her breath, Chris muttered,
"Kingston."
And stormed into her room.
The next day at lunch break, Brooklyn sat at a table with a laptop and an extremely fidgety brown-haired boy, surrounded by a group of others.
"Well?" he growled.
"It didn't work, Brooklyn, sir." The boy stuttered out, swivelling the laptop around. With blazing eyes, Brooklyn watched Chris's spectacular evasion of the oil pool.
"Are you sure this thing's working!" he hissed, glaring at the boy.
"O-of course!" Kenny cried. "I hooked Dizzy up to the computer mainframe, and we've got the direct feed from the camera on Chris's corridor!"
"Kinomiya!" Brooklyn said sharply. A chocolate-eyed boy emerged from the crowd around his table.
"Yes?"
"You were the one who set it up, weren't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"And why didn't it work?"
"Um…" Tyson Kinomiya scratched his head. "I dunno, I might not have put enough-"
"Shut up." Brooklyn snarled, turning back to the laptop. "Dismissed."
"But Brooklyn, sir, I don't think we should…I mean, she's only a girl…"
"What?" the ginger-haired boy turned around again, staring in enraged disbelief at the boy. This impudent boy was daring to contradict him! A lesson needs to be taught. He thought with grim satisfaction ashe raised his clenched fist. Over on the next table, Kai sighed, shaking his head. When would Tyson learn to keep his mouth shut? Looks like he would have to rescue him…again…
Standing up, Kai pushed his way through the crowd…but someone beat him to it.
"That's not very nice, Brooklyn." Chris said evenly, catching Brooklyn's wrist again. "I think you owe him an apology."
"For what?" the boy spat, trying unsuccessfully to disengage his hand from the girl's grip.
"For trying to stop him from doing something decent."
"No."
Chris twisted his arm around slowly.
"Apologise."
Brooklyn gritted his teeth, pain coiling up his forearm.
"Alright, alright!" he bellowed. "I'm sorry!"
"Good." Her crimson eyes hardened. "And now, I think you owe me an apology. And you know perfectly well why." Brooklyn turned his head, gazing furiously at Chris through sky-blue eyes.
"Never." He spat. The girl's patience snapped. Swiftly, she caught his other arm and twisted that too, so Brooklyn had nowhere to turn to relieve his pain just a bit. He bit back a cry of pain as a burning sensation seared up his arms. The crowd was utterly silent.
"I'm not saying it again." She said.
"…Sorry!" Brooklyn choked out, eyes watering. And only then did Chris let go. Brooklyn nursed his stinging wrists and watched the midnight haired girl through hate-filled eyes as she turned and walked away.
"Bitch." He snarled, and dodged forwards, sweeping out a foot and knocking the girl off her feet. Her head smashed into the ground, and she let out a gasp, blinking back the tears. Brooklyn, a small smile on his face, placed his foot on her chest, keeping her down. Try as she might, she couldn't get up; Brooklyn had the advantage. Her head was throbbing, and she had landed awkwardly on her wrist, which was now riddled with pain.
"Like I said," the ginger-haired teen laughed. "Watch where you step, Mikasuke." He pressed down harder, and Chris let out the tiniest of whimpers, the breath slowly being crushed out of her lungs.
At the back of the crowd, Kai felt fury slowly bubbling up inside him. To hit a boy was one thing, but to hit a girl when her back was turned! He pushed his way to the front.
"That's enough, Kingston." He said sharply.
"Mind your own damn business." Brooklyn retorted, with the air of a predator jealously guarding his prey. Chris's head turned, and she shot Kai a look that clearly said, Back off. I can manage it. Kai felt the ferocity of her thoughts even from where he was standing, and so forced himself to keep quiet.
"Yeah, Brooklyn." The bluenette laughed a little weakly. "And I said the same to you." She yanked her leg upwards, her knee slamming into the back of his, causing him to momentarily crumple. Ignoring the pain bursting in her wrist and head, Chris took advantage of the now weakened, unstable pressure on her chest and pushed herself up, throwing Brooklyn off balance. The crowd wavered behind him, backing away, no one bothering to catch him as he stumbled.
Finally, he managed to right himself, but Chris was already prepared. In one fluid movement, she brought her arm back, clenched her fingers, and drove it full into the side of his face with all the strength she had left. He went sprawling.
"Bastard." She snarled. Feeling shaken and hurt, Chris strode away through the hastily cleared path in the crowd, feeling the tears beginning to prick at her eyelids. Her crimson eyes were still alight with fury, swamped with tears though they were. So. Brooklyn was going out of his way to try and get her out of this year's tournament?
"You just try, Kingston." she muttered grimly to herself, nursing her swollen wrist."Try, and see what happens."
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