Third chapter rolling.
Cree woke up next morning with a very weird feeling within her. For a millisecond she thought… No, no. of course it couldn't be love. Its just a little crush. Nothing serious. But what if it was. The feeling was nothing like any other crush. He was different from other crushes. He was not insane or being chased by the FBI. It was just like she imagined love to be. She found the perfect guy. No. It could not be love. She did not like Kai. She concluded it was nothing. It must just be hunger.
She went to the lobby, tried knocking at Ray's door and even pulled Max's door open to see if they were there, but no go.
"They've gone to the roof to train with their Beyblades." Cree jumped when she heard a voice behind her, but it was only Mr. Dickenson.
When Cree reached the rooftop she found four bowls with Max and Tyson training in one, and Ray and Kai training in the other. Kenny was sitting in a corner with his eyes alternately moving at a constant rate from the bladers to his laptop. He stopped when Dizzy said with her usual sarcasm, "Look who's finally decided to wake up."
Everyone's eyes turned to Cree, except Kai's, who took this opportunity to make Ray's Beyblade, Trigger, go flying with his own Dronzer. Ray's quickly turned back to find his Beyblade out of the bowl and lying on its side.
"Oh, great, now you made me lose," he accused.
"Wasn't her fault," Kai snapped at him. "When you're in a match, you should never lose focus."
He stood up for me……… No way. Why am I thinking that sorta stuff? He's the captain of the Beybladers. He's supposed to give instructions like that, Cree thought.
"Sorry, Captain," Ray laughed and gave him a smart salute. Kai rolled his eyes.
"How dare you start training without me?" Cree demanded.
"You're late. That was not our fault," Dizzy said.
"Dizzy, it's seven in the morning. That's late? When did you get up?"
"Four thirty sharp," Kenny said, his eyes again glued to the screen.
"Four thirty!"
"Hey, with Kai as our leader we can be grateful to get any sleep at all," Max said.
"How, exactly, did Tyson, of all people, wake up that early? If I remember right, he didn't use to wake up till midday!"
"Ray and Kai are the only ones who can wake Tyson up," Kenny informed her. "Usually it's only Kai. There are only three ways to wake him up. A) To pour cold water over him, B) To throw him against the wall, or C) To pop red-hot chilli in his mouth. Ray only applies the first method. Kai tries all the methods at random. Today he used method B."
Cree looked at Kai, "You threw him against the wall?"
"Hmph."
"Did anyone even have breakfast?"
"No," it was Kai who answered this time.
"How did you manage without breakfast from four to seven?"
"You're whining," Kai warned her.
Cree flushed. "I am not whining."
"You are whining."
"I am not."
"Are to."
"Am not."
"Are to."
"Am not."
"C'mon guys, let's get breakfast. No point arguing with big babies," he sent a mocking look towards Cree.
Cree laughed and faced him with hands on her hips. Kai's face gave way to a second of awkwardness, then regained the usual calm. Cree grinned. It was officially confirmed, "Why, Mr. Calmness? Afraid to lose?"
Kai's eyes flashed in anger, "Lose, to someone as pathetic as you?"
Cree became aware of the rest of the team snickering.
"Fighting like an old married couple," Max muttered under his breath.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY!" shouted two extremely angry voices at the same time.
"Nothing… nothing at all," Max squeaked, cringing.
"He said that you two are fighting like an old married couple." Dizzy quoted.
"TRAITOR!" Max screamed racing downstairs with a very angry 'old married couple' hot on his trail.
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