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Two to Tango

Chapter 2: Weird Encounters

A high-pitched scream filled the air and a couple loud thumps followed as Mrs Rider took a slow sip of her morning coffee.

"What was that?" A masculine voice asked, his eyebrows rose in surprise.

"Mi," The woman sighed standing up calmly fixing a crease that had just appeared on her navy skirt before walking towards the door of the kitchen. "She probably just found the stairs."

Mr Rider followed his wife out of the kitchen to find his daughter sprawled out on the floor in front of him a dazed expression on her face.

"How many times have I told you not to ride your roller blades indoors?" Mrs Rider frowned as she watched Mirror getting up slowly, a sheepish smile on her face.

"Sorrrryyyyy… but someone," Her face changed into an angry pout as she headed for the door of the kitchen. "Someone changed the time on my alarm clock,"

"Why are you looking at me?" Ozuma questioned with a raised eyebrow but you could see the humour in his eyes.

Mi just rolled her eyes, grabbed some toast that lay on his plate and stormed past her parents and through the front door.

"Hey Mirror, wait!" I heard my stupid time wasting half brother call behind me, as he ran to catch up with me.

"What do you want?" I snapped not looking at him but straight ahead, I began to speed up so Ozzy was forced to run beside me.

"Hey!" He finally sighed grabbing my arm so I came to a halt in front of him.

"What?" I repeated myself in the same exact tone.

"Schools the other way," I watched as a smirk grew on his dopey face. "Besides, one of my friends is driving us,"

I frowned but followed him the other way all the same. The whole getting a lift from his friend didn't seem to appeal to me because a) I was planning to get to school on my first day on my blades and b) Well I had a weird feeling that I wouldn't like what I was about to see.

Boy was I right.

I sped in front of my idiotic half brother and began to make random circles in the middle of the pavement whilst waiting for my dear idiot to catch up.

"Stop it!" He snapped when he came close enough.

"Stop what?" I asked, a confused expression on my face.

"Doing those circle things, it's getting on my nerves."

"Errrrr… no!" I smirked before speeding off again.

The sun was beating down hard, but then again what more could you expect for an island on the equator, of course it was going to be hot on the first day of September.

That's when I stopped dead at the sight in front of me. There he was, no shirt on revealing all of the muscles that lined his chest, and a little oil to add to the effect. He was leaning over the black Viper from last night the hood open, he was fixing something.

Before I had time to hide he had looked up obviously sensing someone was watching him. With a mad dash I tried to duck down behind one of the bins in front of me, but that proved useless when I remembered I had roller blades on, and ended up whacking my forehead on the lamppost before falling down hard on my ass.

I heard an eruption of laughter as Ozuma had obviously seen what happened. Ignoring him completely my hand fell to my forehead and began to massage the painful spot of impact when a shadow fell over me.

I looked up and narrowed my eyes at the person standing above me.

"Need any help?" He asked, a smirk gracing his perfect lips as he offered his hand.

Wait? Did I just say a slated jerk like his lordship there had perfect lips? I must have concussion or something, great start to my first full day in Santo Rio.

"No!" I snapped trying to get up only causing myself to flop down on my butt again.

"You sure?" He offered his hand again which I had ignored before. This time however I took it reluctantly.

"Do I know you?" He said giving me the eye over as he helped me up.

I was wearing my white tank top that had 'Stop Looking' written on it in black letters, navy worn jeans that were rolled up to just bellow my knees, black roller blades and a navy nike cap to finish it off. I also had a small white gold gothic pendant around my neck in the shape of two bones making a cross and a skull in the middle. There was a silver stud in my left eyebrow and medium size silver hoops in my ears.

Yeah you doughnut! I was the one who punched your lights out last night! But I didn't say this of course.

He must have read my mind or something though because his eyes shone brightly and a bigger smirk grew on his face.

"It's you!" He said triumphantly as if he were the smartest person alive, but I didn't hear any of it properly as my eyes had drifted onto those perfectly sculpted abs that where slightly tanned giving him a glowing tone. Not one of those alien green glows but a soft, crisp brown, you could tell he spent a lot of time outside without a shirt, heck! He didn't need a shirt.

"See anything you like?" He gazed casually into my eyes, his mahogany ones were glinting with satisfaction at my reaction, which believe me wasn't good, my cheeks felt like you could fry an egg on them.

"No!" I pouted which was the best I could do for the moment. Believe me I wasn't so proud of myself at that moment either.

"That was priceless!" My twerp of a half brother had managed to make the last few steps to us still clutching his sides and panting from laughing too much.

"Hey Ozzy," The slate haired prick nodded his head slowly at Ozuma who in turn gave the same nod of acknowledgment and said "Kai," back. Must be a boy thing.

I glared down at Ozuma who seeing my face began to laugh again.

"It's not that funny," I muttered looking back at the slate haired idiot whose name I guessed was Kai. Doesn't take a genius to work that out now does it?

"Sis, you crack me up some times I swear," Ozuma had straightened out finally and watched me glare at Kai.

"This is your SISTER!" Kai's jaw practically dropped off, which made a smirk tug at the corner of my lips.

"Yeah, as much as I would like to deny it," I snorted at this comment and gave my half brother a quick hug.

"I know you love me really," I said with a smile to which he only gave me a look of distaste.

The thing I hate about the whole situation was that both of the idiotic brain dead freaks were taller and more built than me, which obviously meant they were stronger too. This is a frightening thought when you had just pissed off both last night.

"From the stories you've been telling us I was half expecting a twenty foot sumo wrestler!" I smirked at that, " Definitely not a girl as cute as her, she looks more like a bunny rabbit or something equally as sappy."

My anger flared and I swear to god I hope my eyes were giving it out. Before I had time to even think of what I was doing, my fist had flown threw the air. I know how many people have said that violence is not the answer, and believe me many people and I mean MANY people have told me, but still I go ahead and do it anyway, it doesn't even require a thought.

Kai must have realised in time what I was doing because he caught my fist in the palm of his hand millimetres from his face.

"Now calm down babez, don't be so violent," he said with a smirk.

For the first time I had noticed the small purple mark just beneath his left eye, which I guessed was the mark I left last night. And another thing there was a silver hoop just on the left side of his bottom lip that looked so cool.

"Don't call me that," I snapped pulling back my hand and glaring death glares at him but I smirked all the same whilst looking at the purple mark.

He just chuckled lightly wiping his hands and the bit of oil on his chest with a rag and following my brother to his car.

Please don't say this is the friend we were getting a ride from!

We arrived in front of Santo Rio main school, I heard that the rest of the schools in this area were either private or at a very low level so I got sent here, the one in the middle.

The building looked very historic with its gothic looking pillars that reminded you a lot of a very old church. But then again it use to be a Spanish church before the English landed, they conquered the island from the Spaniards and turned the church into a school.

My mum explained the history of the island on the plane where I had no chance of escape, the worst feeling in the world is being trapped with history.

Both Satan brothers stepped out of the car and were making their way towards the large iron gates of the school, but when my finger tugged at the handle, the door wouldn't budge.

"HEY!" I shouted at the top of my lungs and began to whack the back seat window with all my might.

"Oh right, I forgot about her," I read Kai's lips and began to fume as he picked up his keys and pushed the button to open the doors. I stepped out of Kai's obvious pride and joy with a death glare that I know would send the scariest monster running in fright, if there actually were monsters. I slammed the door behind knowing fully well that that would get Kai raging.

"Can I ask you something?" Kai looked at me, a puzzled expression on his face. I guess it didn't work.

"No, but I know you'll ask me anyway,"

"Why does it say 'Stop Looking' on your top?" he asked ignoring my comment.

"So that you would 'stop looking' at my breasts," I said in triumph when Kai expression showed a mixture of embarrassment and anger. The anger was from the fact that a group of girls walked past and when they overheard our conversation began laughing their heads off.

I winked at him teasingly before stepping around him and towards my bimbo of a half brother who was making his way inside the school.

"Ahh… Miss Chang," The president said to me as I walked into his well-furnished office. Eh, old habits die hard I guess.

I took a seat in one of the leather seats in front of his mahogany desk after I shook his hand politely and looked up in a lazy manner. He was a wearing a navy suit, blazer and trouser matched in colour and he had a navy bowler hat on top of his silver coloured hair.

"I wish to be the first person to welcome you to Santo Rio High School and I hope you will fit in well here," His voice was lined in a deep Spanish accent, but his words were kind and soothing. He reminded me of a priest.

"Yeah me to," I said with a fake smile on my face.

He continued to speak, talking about the school rules about how this school doesn't tolerate laziness and lateness, blah blah.

I must have looked at the wooden clock above his head for the millionth time before Mr Dickinson realised how bored I was. He gave me a short wave of the hand as a signal for me to leave; who does he think he is? The King?

"Oh and Miss Chang, do change your roller things into proper shoes, these are against school rules." He motioned at my roller blades.

I sighed and made my way out of the principles office to the receptionist who was sitting in front of an oak desk, with one hand she was typing something on her computer and with the other holding a phone against her ear. She wore a neat light blue blazer and matching light blue skirt with a white blouse and white high heel shoes.

"Excuse me," I said when I reached her desk.

The woman just gave me a quick annoyed look then began typing and talking over the phone again. I looked at her with a bored expression on my face and tapped my foot impatiently.

Five minuets must have gone past when I finally cracked, I grabbed the phone out of her hand and slammed it down on the receiver.

The woman just looked up at me in surprise.

"Now are you going to give me my timetable and map, or do I have to got through all this mess and find them myself?" I asked calmly but I knew my eyes would give away my anger.

With out a word the secretary open the top drawer of her desk, pulled out two pieces of paper and handed them to me with a slightly worried glance.

"Thank you," With that I left slamming the door behind me.

I know what your thinking, I must be really rude or something, born with no manner? Am I close? If I'm not then screw that, but if I am then sorry but that woman had it coming to her, I'm probably the last student that she will be ignoring for a while.

I looked at the timetable that was in my hands. Great, maths my least favourite subject. I looked around and found all of the halls empty; no surprise there then, as the president had talked through all of homeroom and it was well into first period.

I suddenly noticed a boy walking through the halls, alone. I know there is nothing strange about this but when he looked up he looked almost shocked at the fact that I was staring at him and he had a slight glow around him that made me notice he was there in the first place.

"Are you ok?" I asked, he looked behind him and saw there was no one there then looked back at me, his eyes wide in shock,

I raised one eyebrow in confusion.

"You can see me?" He said in a Latino accent much like Mr Dickinson's but huskier and well, more manly.

This guy was hot and I mean HOT! His skin was slightly darker as I guessed he was a Latino. He was wearing a yellow baggy t-shirt that went just over his waist with an outline of someone in white in the centre and graffiti writing beside it in black, from his left t-shirt sleeve came a white sleeve that reached right to his hand and the other was completely cut off and he had black bandage material wrapped tightly around his wrist and hand just revealing his fingers. He also had worn baggy jeans that were cut in places and white trainers that looked brand new.

The thing that made him stand out the most was his hair; it was cut into a mohecan with dyed blonde striped into his natural black. Don't get me wrong it wasn't that long to make him look strange but short enough to make him look really really nice. There were also two slits in his right eyebrow and a small silver hoop at the top of his right ear.

"No I'm just talking to God and staring at thin air, of course I can see you!" I said in a sarcastic manner whilst rolling my eyes.

He smirked at my comment but then his face turned back into a serious expression.

"Why wouldn't I be able to see you, I mean your not invisible or anything, are you?" I asked my eyebrow rose again.

"Well obviously not to you," He said turning around now casually and walking in the opposite direction his hands in his pockets.

"And what's that suppose to mean?" I asked now getting angrier at the lack of conversation coming from his end.

"Miss, are you ok?" I small voice asked, when I spun around in surprise the little boy jumped.

"What? Er yeah I'm fine, why?"

"Well it's j-just, w-who w-w-were you talking to?" The boy was no older than twelve but look like he was six.

"I was talking to that boy," I said confused turning around to see thin air in front of me.

"What b-boy?"

"Errr… I don't know," I stood with disbelief and confusion spread widely across my features. He was there a second ago! Wasn't he?

Kay den so left ya on a cliffy there didn't I? So anyway ya'll know what to do R&R peeps!

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