UNREQUITED LOVE...
Has the world alteredor something?
Because if it did, it sure had Hilary good.
Something's up with this girl and I know I have to find it out sooner, not later.
Ever since she stomped away after our argument days ago, she had been acting so strange that I don't know if I'm dealing against the Hilary I knew.
She had been pissed off after that.
But she never showed too much of it.
After I had screech something at her—I don't remember what I had said, oops—her face turns kind of normal.
But somewhere inside it, she was hurt.
What had I said to make her feel so down?
Like always, I never meant any of those.
They just pop right out of my mouth so I can actually fight against Hilary with stronger words.
She usually wins in every battle we go through and every argument we do.
How pissing is that?
A girl winning a mere argument by a BOY!
But I guess she took it all in seriously.
I mean, yeah I know she wanted to help us.
But I never knew that she'd want to help us THAT bad.
She just doesn't seem to give up on us.
And that's why I'm irritated.
Well, yeah, she's okay—but I don't mean it that way!
But she could at least mind her own business.
And which is why that sentence is strange.
Wanna know why?
Because Hilary actually minded her OWNbusiness.
After she had walked away, and I was imprisoned by my teammates' request to check if she's okay, and I lie to them that I would so I could take my thinking walks
I had seen her there, sitting near the riverside, hugging her knees.
Now, that is NOTthe Hilary I know.
She was looking up at the sky.
Like she was sad and broken...
And that took me by surprise.
The next couple of days, she didn't attend school.
Which is unusual and never her.
Everyone, who knows her as the perfect-girl-who-never-misses-school, were also wondering.
I guess that would be because of our argument.
Man, that girl just can't get it off her head!
And she never even visited our training afterschool.
Well, unfortunately, I had been happy about that, glad even.
I had actually beaten Rei for once.
And I never had any complaints about my eating habits every five minutes, except Max who complains I eat too much.
Well, I'm a fat?
Psshh, of course not.
Even if I am, what would you go against me?
Beybattle?
You're on!
And besides, my ears were NEVERhurting like it did when Hilary always screamed and screeches right in my ears.
And, man, it actually felt good not having Hilary around for a change.
But, yeah, I know, I'll regret it someday.
SOMEday.
Not like I should be regretting it EVERYday.
Yeesh, I'm not THATdesperate.
But, like last time, my so-called friends were still at it.
"Why isn't Hilary here?"
I glared at Kenny but shrugged.
"How should I know?"
"She wasn't in school today, too," Kenny said.
I shrugged.
I don't really care.
"Was she sick?"
I shrugged.
"How come she wasn't in school?"
Shrug.
"Are you sure you don't know?"
Shrug.
"Does this have to do with the argue you two had days ago and if it is...?"
Shrug.
"Aw, C'mon, Tyson."
I roll my eyes and look at him.
"Look," I said. "I don't really give a tiny rat's ass, okay? All I care, for gosh sake, is to control my Dragoon properly!"
So Kenny didn't bother mentioning her anymore.
Good for him.
"She'll come back," I told him. "She always does..."
I watched Dragoon accidentally hit a can when he wasn't suppose to.
Well, what a coincidence.
I knew Hilary would come back.
Well, not in the training, no.
I was running like hell towards school that day.
Yeah, yeah, I'm always late.
Big deal.
Not like, I'm PERFECT like Hilary is.
Or, 'was', that is.
So, anyway, I'm pumping my legs to run as fast as I can.
Luckily, that training we did everyday got me worked up to get to school as fast as I can.
And, hee-hee, I got in school just in time.
I quickly open the classroom entrance door and ran towards my desk, panting like never.
"YEAH! HAHA! I MADE IT! HAHA! I ACTUALLY MADE IT! AHAHA-HAHA-HAHAAAA!"
No one had time to say anything because our teacher, Mrs. Chiyuki, had just stepped inside the classroom.
"Quiet, Mr. Granger."
I shut up.
And for the next couple of minutes, my mind started to wander off.
hee-hee
Well, what do you know?
Mrs. Chiyuki's teaching can actually automatically turn off my brain.
For the next half and hour, the teacher talked on and on and on and on.
yawn
Man, how the hell does she memorize all these words in for one day?
Teacher work must be THATboring!
With all these talking and questions for the class to answer, I realize that there was still no answer for every question the teacher asked.
It's usually Hilary who answers the question, that smart aleck.
But, behind me, there was still no sound of that annoying voice of hers.
I should be happy about it because, for a whole lot of school days, there was nobody to annoy me, bother me, complain to me, yell at me, teach me things I don't even wanna know, or to argue to me.
I should be happy because Hilary isn't around anymore.
"C'mon, class!"
Mrs. Chiyuki slap her desk with her hand, hard.
Everyone didn't move, nor put their hands up.
The teacher had been a little irritated at us these past days.
I know that she knows Hilary is the only one that makes things perfect and she knows that this class would be a wreck without her.
I think this class would be just FINEwithout her.
But she was the class president, one of the top students, and the best of all the class.
And I know that, to admit it, without her this class wouldn't be so noisy and messed up.
Big deal.
Not like she's our master and we're the dogs and only she can calm us down by forceful words.
Well, it's kinda like that.
Chuckles
She can really make you sit when you're a pain in the ass in class.
And sometimes, she can be very persuasive when you're a bad boy/girl.
"Why don't you go call Hilary's house then, if you want her back?" I suggested, yawning.
I don't really know what I say when my mind's off into space.
And when my mind's off into space, I usually say things that are useful and things that I don't expect to say.
Mrs. Chiyuki sighed and shook her head with disapproval.
And that's when I know what the teacher had been doing.
I now know that she had tried to call Hilary but there was something wrong about it.
And I feel kinda—I got to admit—uneasy about this situation.
And maybe this is the time I should apologize to her about our argument days ago.
But somewhere inside me, I don't want to unless I know the reasons why she's suddenly upset and all over that whole incident.
But, again, somewhere inside that somewhere it will regret her reasons and it tells me that it's better off not knowing it.
But then, I've got another half.
A half that wants to know, curious about it.
A half that would make me feel better knowing it rather than let things be a mystery.
But, as for my own me, I can't think.
I just don't know, okay?
I mean, how the hell am I suppose to apologize to her when I don't even know why she would is so all over that incident?
How the hell am I suppose to know that her reasons would make me feel better?
Psh, like it would.
I don't think anything that Hilary would say to me would make me feel better.
Yeah, what WOULD she say to make me feel better:
"Tyson, you jerk. You're not training hard yet! C'mon! I know you can do better than that!"?
Like that would make you feel any better.
I gazed at my teacher with extreme boredom.
"C'mon, teach. Teach us something easier."
"I've been trying to, Mr. Granger, but it seems none of you ever study!"
"Yeah, we do!" I told her, my chin touching my desk, ready to attack a huge slumber that's coming on. "I know that the thing in the thing in science goes to the thingywith the... thingy..."
I put my hand behind my head and laughed like an idiot, usually.
Mrs. Chiyuki sighed and slumped onto her chair.
"Fine," she told everyone. "We'll start from scratch with what we did days ago."
I groaned.
"C'mon, Mrs. Chiyuki," I complained. "You've got to be kidding me!"
"And, Tyson," the teacher said. "no more complaining."
I scowled and closed my eyes.
Thank god because the bell rang for a long break for the second subject.
I dashed out of the class before the teacher said anything else and ran outside the school to meet up with Kenny.
Like always, I found him typing things to Dizzi, his bit-beast that got captured in his laptop by some freaky electric accident, sitting on a bench.
"Hey, whuttup, Kenny!"
"Hey yourself, Tyson," Kenny said and typed a little faster.
I don't really see any reasons of interests in that computer thing Kenny carries around EVERYWHERE.
We have computers here in school, for his infos!
But I do have the interest to know what Dizzi looks like.
And my eyes caught interest when I saw a figure entering the school gates, clutching the handles of her bag in her chest.
She was walking extremely slowly, so slow I don't think she even succeeded in finishing half that step in ten seconds.
Well no wonder it took her a while to get to school, that slowpoke.
She was staring at the ground and then turned her head to stare at the school building.
We were just thirty feet away from her right but I could easily recognize that girl in sky blue skirt and pale red sweater and white shoes.
She suddenly stopped as soon as she passed thirty inches pass the gates, still staring at the building that lay ahead of her.
Something is really up with this girl and I need to know what it is.
Or else it would affect her whole life.
Chuckle
Did I sound worried?
Haha, yeah I do.
But not that worried.
"Be right back, Kenny," I told Kenny.
"Whatever. Make sure not to try and run over me again when you come back, will ya?"
I stuck my tongue out, splattering waves of spit towards Kenny.
Kenny yelped and wiped his arms and Dizzi.
I laughed.
I turn and headed towards Hilary—WALKING, not running.
Laughs quietly
If i'd've been running, it would show that I was excited to see her, which I'm not.
But I AM excited to know why she hasn't been to school for days, maybe skipping.
She couldn't be sick.
She was perfectly fine when I was arguing with her.
And, see, I told you she would come back.
She can't possibly miss a whole school year just because of some stupid argument.
And, slowly, I walked towards the figure that stood motionless beside the gate entrance...
