"Too Late Now"
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade. Swear on it. Sorry…I am SO not getting a lawsuit!
Lawyer 1 – Come on!
Lawyer 2 – Just one?
Lwyer 3 – PLEASE!
Me – NO WAY!
Lawyer 1, 2, and 3 – COME ON!
Chapter 4 – The fight!
"Maxie, honey?" Judy chirped to me. She was obviously in a great mood today to actually speak to me! "I haven't seen Emily, Eddy or Michael for a long time." A year to be exact. "Where are they?"
"Uh…they're around. It's just…we hang in the SC (Sports Center)," I lied swiftly. I've lied so much now that it's almost second nature to me. My mom might figure out the truth, though, if I said that we got in a fight. She would insist on talking to them, and they would tell her about me an' Rick.
"Oh?" she questioned lightly. "I really miss those three…"
"Ya?" I was surprised. She never talked like this…does she know? Hopefully not! "They're fine, mom. Having a lot of fun." I just got a good idea. "Emily got 2nd place in the State Tennis competition!"
"Really? That's great! Tell her I say 'good job!" she ordered, jokingly.
"Ya…sure, mom!" I faked a bright smile. I really couldn't care less, after all. "I gotta go, mom. Later!"
"Ok, Max" was all I heard before I ran out the door.
That was another time I lied. It's too many to count now. Whenever I lie or work with the gang…I feel guilty. VERY guilty. So far…nobody's noticed.
"Max," Rick muttered as I walked into the HQ.
He feels embarrassed since I beat him. You see, Rick had tried to take full control over the SF (Sword Fighters). Even though I barely pass 5 feet and he's six feet, I beat him.
"Hey Rick…" I muttered, bored. Secretly, I was glad to see him. We are in this together, after all.
"Urgh! We're under attack!" Jady cried. She was bruised and cut all over. "It's that new gang. They're taking control!"
"Then we fight back! Come on!" Rick bellowed as he headed for the door. "We're the SF! Let's show them what we're made of!"
I was grateful that Rick took charge. Inside I was panicking!
The rest of the gang members looked at me. "What are you waiting for? Rick is absolutely right!" I stepped toward the door. "We fight!" I ran after Rick. I had to fight!
The fight…it was awful. I, myself, was against a red haired teenager. He looked to be about 5'2. I barely managed to beat him. But before I knew it, I was involved with another battle!
"TALA!" a silver haired boy cried. He threw a savage punch at my already beaten body.
"I'm ok…Bryan…" the boy, Tala, mumbled. His eyes shut as he lost consciousness.
Bryan beat me to a pulp. I stood no chance against the enraged 15 year old!
Before I, too, lost consciousness, I saw Rick struggling against a small blue/gray haired 13 year old.
"Rick…" I murmured, closing my eyes slowly. Before I was knocked out, leaving Rick alone to defend the gang, I heard him call out my name. I couldn't answer…
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