Ok, so first of all I apologize for confusing anyone. Starting from the last chapter, all the chapters are going to say Part 2. That's because this is actually the sequel to Dangerous Temptations. I just didn't make it as a different story and just kept adding chapters to the one story. Hope that makes some sense. I decided that once in a while I'm going to write in the confusing way. It seems to work for me and sometimes they're needed. Now, on to chapter 2 of part 2/the sequel.
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of its characters. All unrecognized characters belong to my random creation.
Part 2:
Chapter 2 – The Boy Next Door
Italics – thoughtsIt's been a month since Cali came to live in this city of romance, or so they say. Needless to say, for her it's been the city of hassles and strangers. The tired girl sat on the patchy couch staring mindlessly out the living room window. It was Wednesday, the only day of the week that the girl had off. They told her that Wednesdays were slow days; so Cali sat limply in her living room with a stack of folders on her lap and let her mind wander.
Brooklyn, that name still brought confusion to Cali. She saw him five more times after that first disastrous meeting. He was the redhead that didn't seem to have a care in the world. The one with the ridiculously bright smile even after a drink had been spilt on him. The man that was no more than a boy with a sense of class.The second time Cali met him it was a Sunday, four days after the "incident". Brooklyn walked in for brunch with a tall brunette. She was hanging off his arm in a manner that seemed so desperate, almost as if he would disappear into a cloud of smoke. If that would be the case, hanging on would help in no way.
The two of them was led in, to the same table he sat at that first night. It was almost as if that was his table. He motioned for Henri, the headwaiter, who rushed to his side smiling and fussing over, "What is your pleasure today?"
That was the day when Cali learned his name. Brooklyn had asked for the foreign hire. For what reason she never knew. Who in their right mind wants to be served by the person that ruined a pair of, what Cali was sure to be, expansive pants?
"Brooklyn has asked you to serve him today!" Henri had said to her. Cali had stood with a look of confusion on her face. There was that name again. She still had no idea who this person was. She wasn't even sure if the owner of the name was a man or a woman. After all, back home Brooklyn was generally a woman's name. Then again, this was France and French people had different ideas.
It was only after Cali was motioned towards a redhead seated by the window that she had a face to connect the name with. It was the boy from her first day, the boy that never yelled, the boy that looked so much like Tala. The boy that left her with a ridiculously large tip delivered in a fancy envelope. And all that was after she had spilt a drink on him. Maybe I need to be clumsy more often?
Brooklyn, what an odd boy. Cali was pulled out of her thoughts by a yell in the hallway. She placed the folders on a shaky coffee table and headed for the front door to investigate the source of the noise.
A man was attempting to walk up the stairs with an extremely large box. He could barely fit his arms around it let along see where he was going. He had most likely walked into the wall on his way up, which was why he let out that frustrated holler.
Cali stood in her doorway looking onto the scene unsure of what to do. She watched as the man maneuvered his way up the stairs. He seemed to be headed towards the apartment next door. With that realization, Cali quickly moved towards the other door and opened it just as the man reached it. He walked into the middle of the bare living room and set the box down with a thump.
"Do you need any help?" Cali peered at him timidly as he returned to the hall. Once again, the one she thought to be a man was just another boy not much older than her.
"No." with one word, he left her standing in the hall. Watching his retreating back in shock. She wasn't sure how to respond to him. The boy was so blatant that it was almost rude. Actually, comparing how he spoke to her and the way Brooklyn had conversed with her, he was very rude. This boy acted like Cali had just spilt a drink on him.
Walking back into her apartment, Cali shook her head to get her thoughts clear. France is filled with odd people. Why did I come here again? She had hoped that traveling to a different country would be exciting and filled with adventure, but instead she was working as a waitress and taking classes by correspondence on her day off. In a way, those things could be said to be adventures, and meeting all these different people could be said to be exciting.
Classes. Can't forget about those. Once again Cali picked up the folders that she had been looking through and dropped on to her couch. These were folders for the classes she was taking. Her parents had called her first few days in Paris and told her she should try to do some studying. They never liked the idea of her taking a year off to go to another country. After several minutes of arguments Cali reluctantly agreed to take math and philosophy, the two classes she thought were easiest. So here she was stuck inside on a beautiful day, instead of being outside taking in the surroundings. C'est la vie.
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Once again it was Sunday. Cali hated Sundays because it was always the busiest day and that meant a lot of running around filling orders. The only good thing was there were lots of good tips on Sundays, and she never did mind having extra money. Locking up her apartment, Cali headed down the stairs. The boy next door was returning from his run.
It's been two weeks since he moved in and Cali only knew one thing about the boy next door; he goes running. He went every morning at seven, and he returned at eight thirty. As with every other morning, he was coming up the stairs as Cali headed down. They never spoke to each other but every time she saw him she puts on a friendly smile. He on the other hand, keeps his stoic expression.
Aside from all the not so great things Cali thought of him, she had to admit one good thing, he was pretty cute. Actually he was hot. Even with the cold personality she couldn't deny how he looked. Cali wasn't the only one. The first few days when he moved in some other girls in the building visited her in hopes of catching a glimpse of the new comer. She was quite insulted at first, but realized that she'd done similar things in the past. Everything had to start somewhere, and you always need a motivation to do things.
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Ring! Ring! Cali awoke to the song of her doorbell. Taking a look at her clock she realized that it was only six thirty. She shouldn't be up for another half an hour. It was a wonder as who would be at the door at this hour too.
"I know you're awake! Open the door!" the annoying voice of a boy rang through her apartment as Cali put on her bathrobe. It was too early and she couldn't really think. The one thing she knew for sure, she wanted to hurt that boy really badly. Who does he think he is waking her up like this? And saying absurd things like "I know you're awake!"
Cali grudgingly torn open the door and came face to face with the boy that would soon be in pain, a look of murder on her face. A pair of dark eyes stared at her from beneath a baseball cap, the boy in complete shock.
"What do you want?" not bothering to be polite Cali rudely addressed him. Still he looked at her with confusion on his face.
"Where's Kai?" after a moment of silence the boy asked, irritated. This time it was Cali's turn to look confused. Just before she could ask, the boy next door appeared.
"Tyson you idiot. You can't even get the room number right!" the caped boy stood, looking back and forth between the two, his face red with embarrassment.
"You'll have to excuse Tyson. His brain doesn't appear to function." With a smirk on his face, he grabbed the still frozen boy by the collar and they both disappeared behind his door.
After staring at their previously occupied spaces, Cali returned to her own apartment unsure of what to make of the early morning disturbance. Shaking her head in twisted amusement she climbed into bed for another few minutes of sleep.
Kai…Make that two things I know.
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Owari! That's the second chapter of part 2/the sequel. Hope it brought some amusement. Henri's name is said with the French accent, but of course, we are in Paris, lol. Please leave a review! Stay tuned for Chapter 3, the title of which is undecided yet.
