Key
Sentences/ words that are bold and in italics, are direct thoughts.
Sentences/ words that are and inare direct thoughts.Random italic words in a sentence are emphasis.
"Italics with speech marks" signify that what is being said within the speech marks is some distance away.
Bold is Onomatopoeia.
"Bold, italic, and speech marks" signify telepathic speech.
A/N- hope you enjoyed the last one, and I hope you'll like this, too. Please review, if you don't, I won't send you a state of the art life-size Kai 'action' (hint hint) doll!
Disclaimer- Mama Squid wanted her Squidlet back, so I had to sell Kai. (Cries.) Now I don't own him anymore. Sniff. Once again, I don't own the song.
Chapter 2- Don't Cha
This was it- revenge time. Kai chuckled as he rubbed his hands together in anticipation of the payback Ray had coming to him. He was at the local leisure centre, complete with gym, waiting for Ray who often came here. He would film something he could use, by the end of the day; he swore his beyblading ability on it. It was handy, really, that Mr Dickenson had given them each a camera for their birthday.
Shifting, he decided to get up and search for Ray rather than waiting in the changing rooms where the showers were. After all, he'd probably get less odd looks, and the place wouldn't smell so much- people didn't seem to want to take showers when he was hiding in them with a camera. Some people were just weird.
Making sure his camera was one; he rounded the corner to the workout area and then scanned it, noticing that Ray wasn't there. He wasn't in the swimming pool complex, he wasn't on the running tracks, and he wasn't part of the step-aerobic class. Not knowing where else to look, he peeked into other classrooms. Not in the yoga or Pilates classes, and not in the Lamaze class. At least I hope not, Kai double checked just to be sure.
The next room was decked out with poles- the kind you get in strip clubs, and there were actual women sliding up and down them. Hmmm… Kai thought, studying the three women. Blonde on the left, brunette on the right and… TALA! In the middle! Kai smirked. Thank god he was filming.
Their movements didn't seem to be choreographed, because each of them was doing something different.
Suddenly, the music stopped, and the rest of the class, who had been watching, and their instructor clapped. "Well done, people. Onto the singles, now. Tala, would you like to give it a shot?"
Kai watched as Tala nodded. "But I wanna sing my own music," he said as he removed his pink, glittery spandex number from between his favourite pair of cheeks.
"Okay, then."
Tala moved his hands back on to the pole he had been using, closed his eyes and thrust his pelvis forward, much to Kai's disgust.
Just then, Tala started singing with his Russian accent, making Kai glad that he had emptied his bladder in the showers only ten minutes ago.
"Don't Cha
Oh, baby dolls
I know you like me (I know you like me)
I know you do (I know you do)
That's why whenever I come around she's all over you
And I know you want it (I know you want it)
It's easy to see (it's easy to see)
And in the back of your mind
I know you should be home with me
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me uh!
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me
Don't cha, don't cha
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me
Don't cha, don't cha
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me uh!
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me
Don't cha, don't cha, baby
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me
Don't cha, don't cha!"
Tala emphasised each 'uh!' (which he had added in himself) with another pelvic thrust, giving the occasional wiggle, along with the shimmying and rubbing of his body on the pole. When Tala finished, (he had finished with a spectacular gyrating move), there was a stunned silence around the room until a few people began hesitantly to clap.
Tala took a bow and shook the instructor's hand.
"That's er, quite a voice you got there," (Kai winced at the memory. He kept checking the camera screen to make sure it hadn't cracked), "and your dance movements have come along quite far, haven't they?"
"Really? That means the world to me, ever since I was defeated at the beyblade world championships a couple of years ago by Tyson, I've felt inadequate in everything I do, you know? When I saw that ad about the pole-dancing class, I felt it was something I'd be able to achieve and feel proud of myself, you know? I hope my friends will feel the same way. I want to make them proud." (A/N- Aww!")
Not bloody likely, Kai thought at the same time that the instructor assured Tala that they will be.
"Okay, class. See you next week," the instructor dismissed.
Kai switched his camera off and sauntered outside. He may not have caught Ray on camera, but he had material to blackmail Tala, and that wasn't something to sneer at.
"See you Wednesday, Maisy," Tala said, hugging the woman. Over her shoulder, he caught a glimpse of two-toned blue hair. It couldn't be… It was.
Tala followed Kai down the hallway, and almost choked when he saw Kai grab hold of a pillar and swing himself around it, "Uh!" He heard Kai say, thrusting his lower half forward.
Had Kai been watching him? Tala's eyes moved down to the camera in Kai's hand. Had Kai been filming him?
Oh, Kai was so gonna pay.
A/N- well? Find out what happens next time, but only if you review.