by Shadou-sama
Chapter 4 - He's Only A Little Creepy
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade.
"Alright, alright, sorry. It's just strange is all," Rei hastily apologized, holding his hands up in defense. He didn't want anything hostile to happen.
Shadra just gave a short "Hn," before turning to face the blackboard.
Rei sighed, but was quickly distracted by his girlfriend yelling, "No way!" from just outside the door. A half-second later, Mariah and Enrique, along with Michael, Kevin, Johnny and Robert, walked in.
"Carly Stephens asked you out?" Mariah said, and from her tone, her audience knew she didn't believe it, not even for one iota of a second.
"Yep. She's coming to the movies with us on Friday," Enrique said, obviously trying to sound smooth as he ran a hand through his hair.
"I still don't believe you," Mariah said.
"It's true. She just walked right up to him and got him to ask her out," Johnny said. "Though it took the sap a few tries to figure it out."
"Now that sounds plausible," Mariah said.
The group split to find their seats. Mariah and Enrique came over to their usual group.
"Hey, Shadra. You'll be paying for one more on Friday," he said as he jumped over the seat of a chair to sit in it. Mariah opted for Rei's more comfortable lap. Kai resisted the urge to pull her off. Shadra, with her eyes closed and arms crossed, ignored them.
"Hel-lo, Sha-dra," Enrique said, leaning over to wave a hand in her face. She moved nary a muscle.
"What's with her?" Mariah asked, looking at Rei.
He sighed. "She's mad at us because we didn't think she could be rebonsiple and dickaplined."
"Huh? Don't you mean—"
"Her words, not mine."
"She was acting strange," Oliver said. "Morning practice, sitting up straight, doing her homework…"
"Yikes! That's definitely not our girl," Enrique said. "But is she still treating us to a movie Friday night, right?"
"She can't," Tala said.
"She has more important things to do than to hang with losers like you," Bryan added, smirking.
They all thought one thought, that they really didn't like these new boys.
Enrique jumped up, grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her yelling, "You can't back out of this now! Not when I have a date with your ultra-gorgeous stepsister!"
Shadra didn't respond, didn't even twitch a muscle. And now everyone in the classroom was looking at them.
"Wow, she's got the ignoring us deal down pat," Mariah commented. Enrique stopped shaking Shadra. She let out a snore.
They all sweat-dropped, even the Russian boys. She had fallen asleep. Enrique slowly set her back into her seat. She flopped forward unto the desktop, using her binder as a pillow.
Suddenly, her eyes snapped open and she stood up at the same moment as the Russian boys, as Mr. Boris entered the room. They were the first one's to their feet.
And the weird just keeps on coming, Rei thought. He stood up as well after making sure Mariah was off of him. She quickly stepped to the desk in front of Enrique's, which was empty.
Kai stayed sitting. He didn't know why he wanted to rebel so much; he just felt it was grossly needed. Besides, if he stayed sitting then he had a fine view of Rei's--
And so the class began.
Kai exhaled as he sat down on the boys' locker room bench, already dressed in his street clothes. He slid the bench back against the row of lockers and slumped back. He closed his eyes and shook his head a couple times to etch-and-sketch erase the mental pictures going through his mind.
Something dropped to the floor. He opened his eyes to see Rei's gym bag sprawled on the floor, and it's contents leaking out. Rei must have forgotten to stash it in his locker when he left, which was pretty much right after giving Kai some new mental pictures, AKA Rei changing.
He sighed, and dropped to his knees to stuff the contents back in. But, on a sudden whim, he grabbed a shirt and held it to nose. He breathed in a couple of times, letting the sweet smell of Rei wash over him.
"Uh, what are you doing?"
Kai's head shot up. Rei was standing in the doorway.
Trying awfully hard not to blush, he threw the shirt at the black-haired boy. "Wash it, it smells," he said, using the most commanding voice he could muster under the circumstances.
He stood up and left, ignoring Rei completely.
"You forgot your bag!" Rei called after him.
Kai continued walking. He desperately needed to cool off.
Rei sniffed his T-shirt, wondering what his team captain was talking about. It did not smell.
Tyson crept into his house, trying his hardest not to make any sound. He'd even gone an extra block so that he could come in from the back and avoid the dojo.
He glanced right and left, then sighed in relief.
"Greetings, home boy!" Grandpa jumped out from behind the couch, waving his Kendo stick.
"Aah!" Tyson yelled and fell back onto his butt. "Geez, gramps, don't scare me like that," he said as he winced and rubbed his bruised hip.
"Time to get to training, little dude," the old man continued, ignoring his grandson's complaint.
"Not now," Tyson said as he got back onto his feet. "Maybe tomorrow."
"Nope, now's the perfect time. So either get to the beat or get off of the street."
"But I just got back from practice and—"
"You need to train. If you ever want to take over the dojo, then you've got to get good. So no excuses, chop chop. "
Tyson sighed. Why couldn't his grandpa see that he didn't want to take over the dojo. That was his dream, and his dream only. Tyson only wanted to blade.
To be continued...
