Disclaimer: I don't own beyblade, but with the right persuasion I know ill get what I want. ::giggles:: OK! Have you readied yourselves for the HUGEST shock in Eyeliner and Mascara history? I know I have. This chapter may be shorter than my other previous chapters, BUT it's got the dirt to compensate. Ok please enjoy!! This chapter is dedicated to my lovely reviewers!!! I LOVE YOU ALL!!!! "Shortie vs. Curly"

It feels so good to be home! I can have a shower and get all this chocolate out of my hair and take these bloody broken shoes off. I was just about to head off to the shower when Enrique stops me.

"I told you to do one thing!" He almost sounded as though he was talking to himself. "One thing Oliver! Don't make a scene Oliver! Just DON'T make a scene!" I looked at him sadly, sucking on the end of a strand of hair, to get what ever chocolate was left on it. His voice lifted. " And what do you go and do?" Is that a question? I can't tell….. "Make a fucking scene!" He didn't need to use the 'F' word in that sentence, it makes him sound like he's angry at me. When in reality I should be angry at him! HE was going to leave me to rot in that Restaurant! If there was a window in that toilet, I bet he would have escaped. "One thing…One thing, Oliver" He mumbled collapsing on the sofa. He says this as though I did it on purpose. Who does he think I am? One of those people who…. Make scenes on purpose? Jeeze, that could have come out better. Oh well!

"I don't think that it's the time for this Enrique!" I said trying to leave.

"I think it is! I think this is a perfect time!" He's pushing it! I REALLY want a shower! He knows how grumpy I get when I'm dirty. He stood up and advanced toward me.

"OK Enrique, if you wanna talk, then lets talk!" He nodded. "For one, I think I should be angry at you and not the other way around! You were willing to dump me there, so you could make a run for it!" My voice went kinda squeaky towards the end there. How embarrassing! No time for that though! I'm supposed to be angry!

"I wouldn't have just left you there, Oliver! You don't understand!" He said defensively. That is pathetic! He should be ashamed! Appealing to my lack of knowledge and understanding!

"I think I understand just perfectly!" I said glaring. "You're a selfish brat who's just in it for himself!" I yelled. His mouth gaped, he looks angry, very angry, even angrier than the time that they cancelled days o our lives for an international foods special.

"Well you're a clumsy twit!" ::gasps:: DID HE JUST CALL ME A TWIT???? I mean I know I'm clumsy, but I am NO twit! I pointed a ready finger at him waiting for my brilliant come back to leave my mouth.

"Well you….. you…. Have bad breath in the morning!" What the hell kind of comeback was that? Way to make myself look like a complete doofus! Enrique took a step forward.

"You always have to clean everything!" And that's a bad thing?

"Because you always leave everything dirty!" I pointed out the obvious and made it should like a huge insult.

"Well you have an annoying obsession with fig leaves!" I do not! I can't help it if all of the paintings that I have are rude and I have to cover up the private bits.

"YOUR HAIR'S TO CURLEY!" Before I thought about what I said the words had already left my mouth, and I regretted them that very second. Enrique's eyes narrowed, and were fixed on me, like he were a wild animal. I can tell he's got a good one.

"Well…" He put in a dramatic pause. "Your to short" ::gasps:: Pardon me? Did he just insult my height? Did I just here correctly? He knows I'm sensitive about that. He noticed I was hurt and rubbed his head. "You know what Oliver…" O, O, O he's going to apologise!! "This isn't working, I think we should break up" He stood there momentarily to study my shock before leaving the room.

Wait a sec….. did Enrique just break up with me? Someone just broke up with ME? This can't be happening! Of course it can't, ::sighs:: I must be dreaming! That's right dreaming. And NOW I'm going to wake up! ::bites tongue really hard:: ………eee…. Either this is no normal dream, or Enrique really just broke up with me. NOBODY, and I repeat nobody breaks up with Oliver Polanski, THE Oliver Pokanski! YOU JUST DON'T! Wait a sec….. I don't care! I may not have much pride, but what I do have does not allow me to show Enrique that I want him back! INSTEAD, I'll play hard to get, and make him beg for me to take him back! OOO This is going to be fun. ::mind wells with the possibilities::

This all still seems so surreal…. Am I sure I'm not dreaming ::bites tongue:: …..eee….. Yep, yep, definitely not dreaming. What ever happened to learning from my mistakes?

I sat weakly on the couch Enrique had left unoccupied, and stared into the roaring fire.

This is it. Enrique broke up with me. I'm all alone.

TBC…………

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