Warning : Strong language, eventual yaoi

Disclaimer : I don't own Beyblade or any of the characters. The characters you do not recognise are mine and are not to be stolen/used in any story other than my own.

"………" - Speech

'………' - Thought

Italics - Something written (e.g. e-mails)

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Rei POV

I think I am inwardly having a party. I handed my psychology paper in to be graded and my total fool of a teacher told me it looked brilliant! I can't believe our little scam worked! And by 'our', I mean me and Kai, of course. Oh yes, "Mister-Big-Shot-Leader-Of-Big-Nasty-Scary-Gang" helped me, and I do love him for it. Not literal love, you understand – I still think he's liable to be entered for the World's Biggest Prick award, (as Tyson so nicely put it) but he does seem to have his nice times too.

I guess he must have his nice parts really otherwise he wouldn't have any friends… Unless The Falcon and them others aren't actually his friends and just stick by him because they're idiots too. That's what bullies and gangs and that usually do you know. They all stick together because they're too chicken to be a bastard by themselves – I tell ya, if Falcon-boy, Ginge and Mister-Freakishly-Tall were there in the computer room too, I bet Red-eyes wouldn't have been nice to me. In fact, I bet he wouldn't have e-mailed me at all. I think the other three share a brain. Or maybe a brain cell.

Yeah… That's why they all hang around together and follow Red-eyes (I kinda like these nicknames I'm making up) around. Because they all have to share a brain cell. Heh, I feel pretty immature now I've said that. Although… They do all listen to their big-shot leader and do what he says. I wonder if they'd jump off a cliff if they were told to..? I can just see that happening. Red-eyes says… Jump! Bye-bye weird moronic so-called friends of his!

Okay, I'm starting to get looks from people. I'm sat here under my tree where I usually am; sun is warm, bright and shining, grass is soft, welcoming green, sky is… Kinda purpley actually, it's quite nice. Damn my poetic streak – And also damn my inability to stick to it. If I hadn't gone off on one about the sky I think that could have turned out a really great poem. Anyway, I've kinda gone off subject here. Like I said, people are giving me looks as if to say "Rei, you're a total freak," which is partly true considering I was doing hand movements to go with my thoughts about Falcon-boy and Ginge going 'boing' over the top of a cliff. I don't think I can quite imagine Mister-Freakishly-Tall (MFT for short) taking the leap though, he just doesn't seem the lemmingy type… Know what I mean?

Nah, guess you don't. Well, MFT is really tall, and I mean really tall and has short blonde hair that he keeps restrained under a beanie most of the time, otherwise he just looks a bit sweet and fluffy – Apparently the hat makes him look 'hard'. If you ask me, I think that's a load of bollocks : The guy looks terrifying anyway… Terrifyingly tall and ugly. To be perfectly fair to their gang (which I will because I'm nice) MFT is actually the only ugly one. Falcon-boy is a bit weird in personality, but he's an alright-looking chap, and Ginge is tall (not freakishly tall, just tall) and has a very slim figure and – if I may say so – really pretty blue eyes. If he wasn't such a prick, he'd be a fantastic second choice to thrust yourself against in the corner of a dark room.

Such dishonourable thoughts, I know. And yeah – Second choice. This may sound very strange to you, but to me it makes perfect sense. See, I don't actually have a first choice, but to be honest, I'd rather die than have one of them as a first-place candidate. Hell, I'd rather fuck Tyson than one of them! I'm not being mean here by the way… Tyson is just very un-boyfriend-material-ish.

Oh yeah. Small factor? You may just have guessed after that rather shameless outburst of mine, but I am 'one of them'. One of the widely disapproved of. One of the invisible. That's right, you guessed it! Poof, queer, fag, mentally-fucked… Call me what you want, but to me I'm just me. It's a fact of life – Ask around, a lot of people will agree with me, but in this school nobody will admit it : a nice, toned out chest to lay your head on is a hell of a lot nicer than a couple of lumps sticking into your neck when you're trying to sleep – Right? Still, like I said, unless you're "cruising for a bruising," in this school you keep your mouth shut about your sexual preferences. My kind just aren't accepted around here, and I was bummed when I figured that out… Heh, no pun intended.

Oh great. Stupid damn lesson bell. Still, at least we're not on the computers this lesson – I think I'd kill myself if we were. Well, okay, maybe not literally. With or without those fucking machines that hate me, I'm still not going to have a fun lesson this period. Remember how I said that only two of my timetabled lessons don't use computers? Yeah? Well, one of them I love, the other I hate with a fiery passion. This lesson, (ironically) would be the one I hate with a fiery passion. P.E.

Oh the fun of watching people run around the field in their gym slips. Heh, we all look like a right bunch of prats because our Physical 'Education' (bollocks is it educating) uniform shows off a lot of leg. The guys wear a red t-shirt, navy shorts and these dumbass knee-length red rocks while the girls wear a red t-shirt and navy kickers with a tiny navy skirt over the top and their equally-as-dumbass knee-length red socks. I swear it must have been a pervy straight bloke who designed these uniforms… Like our head teacher, for example.

He's a right asshole, I tell ya... I think the only decent thing he has ever done for this school was to kick Ian out last year. That's it. Apparently, when he became head teacher, he painted all the class-rooms really shitty colours and stuff and then a bunch of staff quit their jobs and he had to find new ones. Tyson's brother told me that – he used to go to this school too but left two years ago for college. Now, if Tyson looked like his brother, I wouldn't say no. But, as usual, that is getting off the subject completely.

Much as I hate this lesson I guess I'd better go to it. I hate getting detentions, especially if there's some sardonic chance that it will be a really gorgeous day all day, but rain by the time I get out of school an hour late. That's what usually happens when I get in trouble – even the weather lays shame on me, and that is just plain rude.

"Oi, Rei!" … With that loud gob it could only be one person. Should I bother replying? I know I'll only be a sarcastic bitch to him today anyway – I'm in one of those moods.

"Yes Tyson?" Heh, I sound so damn angelic. Maybe if I bat my eyelids too he might partner up with me this lesson instead of leaving me to get ass-whooped by "best-at-everything-Brooklyn" as we call him. Seriously, if there's a new school team, he will join it and become captain straight away. I secretly think he's the reason Ian got expelled – they were both trying for Hockey Team captain position, and (of course) Brooklyn got it. Needless to say – Ian was angry.

"Lesson. Come." Ah, Tyson. Man of many words… Ack, must I really get up? I'm so darn comfy down here. Sigh. There we go, I'm on my feet and not-so-ready to rumble. I hate P.E. … But I've told you that already.

"Yes, sir Tyson." Yep, I knew I'd be sarcastic. I bowed and everything.

Woah… Ever get the feeling you're being watched? … No? Try walking round the sports block to get to the changing rooms and seeing Red-eyes hot on your heel, then see how nervous you get. What a freak! Should I avoid his stares or should I return them? I'll return them – Here, take that bitch…

… That boy could out-stare an owl. I'm not joking! He's just… Staring at me. What a freak. I just turned my pupils to slits to see if it would give any kind of reaction, but it didn't. He's just staring. I'm feeling a little bit weird now – I hope he moves before I'm in my P.E. clothes or I'll feel kinda exposed, know what I mean? I have long legs anyway, but at least in my school uniform you can't really tell… My sport shorts show everything. It must be quite embarrassing for people with horrible legs, at least mine are okay.. I suppose.

He blinked! For some weird reason I feel like I've won something now. Tyson's giving me a look – I think he's wondering why I'm suddenly smirking – I'd tell him why, but he wouldn't understand the significance of Kai blinking at all. And I'd explain that too, but I know that in the long run he wouldn't care and just think I'm a complete freak, which (to be fair) isn't exactly far from the truth.

Okay. This is fun – Not. It's not just Kai here, it's the other three Infamous members too! Eheh, Ginge is glaring at me. I think they want to kill me because I was stupid enough to argue with their 'oh fearless leader'. How lame. Uh, Ginge and Falcon-boy have lit cigarettes… That's so disgusting. Don't they know what it will do to them? Pfft, idiots. Ginge should know better – He's too pretty to die.

"What the fuck are you staring at?" Ah crap! I look away as quickly as possible and try to act normal… Regain composure… What a dumbass thing to do! Stare at Ginge like he's something special, ack. He's not either. He's a prat, just like the rest of them. Oh great, everyone else is staring at me now. Just my fucking luck.

Rei Kon : Twit of Year

I should have that written on a plaque signed by all the political world leaders just to prove I am a worldwide idiot. I could hang it on my bedroom door so that everyone who comes to my house will know which door to point and laugh through. I'm nearly at the changing room door, let's just hope I can get there before anything happens – I keep getting into scrapes with Infamous lately, well… I've done it twice, anyway.

Here's my teacher. Hockey-sticks Henry, we call him. He's the hockey coach and is so far up Brilliant Brooklyn's ass that nobody else gets a look in. For example : Last year, "Brooky-baby" got an A for his end of term sport assessment while every other person in the whole year got a C or below. Favouritism or what?

"Tala Valkov!"

Tala Valkov? By the look on Ginge's face, I'm guessing that's him. Ha! Gutted! Ginge and Falcon have been caught smoking in school hours.. No, just Ginge! Falcon obviously has slightly more brain power (or less since he can't breathe out the lung-full of tar he's holding in right now) – He hid his cig.

"You put that cigarette out now!"

Tala's actually quite a nice name. Why the fuck do I keep complimenting him? … Okay, the thought that just ran through my head will be thoroughly ignored as I so do not 'have the hots' for him. He's just slightly attractive. With nice eyes. And a funky name. Okay… Shush Rei… Just shush already.

Don't you just hate it when your brain does things you don't want it to? Like tell you you're heatedly attracted to the most homophobic person in the entire school when you're not? I don't think I am anyway… I hope not, that would really complicate everything. Heh, imagine me telling Tyson that. Not that there's anything to tell.

I hate the way people stare at you when you get changed for the sports lesson. I hate it even more when people laugh at the colour of your underwear. Mine's red… So what? Personally I think I look good in red. It's a hell-load better than the poor sod over the other side of the room's who always gets changed in a shower cubicle because his parents refuse to buy him anything other than white Y-fronts. Poor bastard. I wonder if his parents love him or if they actually want him to die..? It must be so embarrassing have weird parents like that, at least mine are relatively normal. Well, apart from my mother continually telling me that my life-long friends Lee and Mariah are my brother and sister when they're blatantly not… That's just freaky, especially as she thinks I believe her when it's obvious I don't. She always tells me that "Brother Lee and Sister Mariah" are coming to stay… She makes them sound like they're from the church or something… Dappy mare.

Brooklyn and Garland. Two best-at-sports guys in the year. Laughing at me. I might just stride over there equipped only in my red underwear in a minute and give them both a good slapping. Okay, so Brooklyn at least has a little something to show off in his gym clothes, but Garland cannot laugh at me. He looks like a flimsy woman without tits – Bloody pathetic, I tell ya. Whereas I at least have a nice figure. Like I said, I have really long legs, I'm slim, I'm tall and I'm not too bad on the muscle front either. And in my fantastic red underwear I'd say that I would look great between a certain redhead's legs.

Fuuuuck.

Did I seriously just think that? Memo to me – Remove all mental images that just formed. Oh please just let this lesson be over with… It hasn't even started yet. I'm on the verge of skiving this lesson and picking a fight with Kai just so I can get beaten up and sent home from school… And hopefully I'll never have to come ever again. But then I'd never see Ginge's pretty blue eyes again… Fuck's sake! I do not fancy Ginge! Okay Rei, just focus on the lesson. I have a whole hour of running laps to think about, I don't want some tall, freaky, blue-eyed, red-headed, slim-waisted… Damn it. Just damn it all to hell.

"Alright class! Let's go. I want you to stretch and then run 2 laps, once you've done that, stretch some more. Okay! Move it! Go, go, go!"

That teacher is a psycho. Go, go, go! This isn't the fucking army you know. Now fully kitted out in my red sport t-shirt, navy shorts and hideous red socks, I am ready to go. I'll just keep hot on Brooklyn's heel round the track to piss him off – I'm nearly as fast as he is anyway. I think I'm third fastest in the class actually, not to boast or anything. First is obviously 'best-at-everything-Brooklyn', then I think it's this girl called Sofia, then it's me. And I only got a C last year for this damn subject. Stupid fucking teacher… I'll bet he shags Brooklyn in his dreams and everything.

Great! Just great! Yes, I most certainly am being sarcastic. Kai and his gang are still right where they were before, meaning I have to jog past them in this stupid uniform and let them all see my exposed skin. It's just not fair. I hate people seeing me in these damn clothes… I know I was just boasting about my total hotness (ha, yeah right) but I could be a little better shaped. At least the Infamous lads have muscle. I have to run past Ginge in my shorts and red socks looking like a prat. Great. Fucking fantastic.

Kami's sake! He is staring at me again. I wish I could get a knife and cut those gawping red eyes right out of his little blunette head and shove them where the sun does not shine! They're all smirking at each other now, I guess it must really show on my face how pissed off I am with them – No matter how gorgeous some of them may be. By some, I mean none, of course…

I'd have much rather had a lesson on a computer than stand here feeling Kai's eyes on me all the time, watching me. I don't know why he's doing it but it's been ongoing for three days now, or three days that I know about anyway. If I think about it though, I guess he's been studying me for longer, since he knows my full name, my school e-mail address, what year I'm in, how much I like art… Okay, the last two are obvious and, of the first two, if you know one then you know the other.. But still, the situation is a bit freaky.

Ha, I just overtook Brooklyn on the track, and I'm not even concentrating! I probably should concentrate now though, he's chasing me to regain his position. Preppy bastard. Really… Must… Concentrate…

… Ginge is cute.

Fuuuuuck!

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Normal POV

After Rei had finished his sport lesson and had got changed again, he sauntered moodily over to his tree to get some peace and quiet, only to find Infamous there… Once again watching him. This, he could not take. If they wanted to stare at him 24-7 then so be it, but having them sitting under his tree, he could not and would not put up with. Upon seeing their leering faces, he strode straight over and sat down, completely ignoring them. If they thought they could scare him away then they were wrong. 'Tossers.' He cursed them in his mind. Why did they have to be such pricks toward him?

"D'ya wanna fag Rei?" The Falcon leered at him, pushing a cigarette under the neko's nose. Even unlit the thing smelled disgusting, so bad that Rei almost gagged. The tall blond whom Rei had christened 'MFT' laughed at him, pulling his grey beanie further over his ears, getting the rim of it out of his eyes. The lilac-haired teen leant over and blew smoke into the amber eyes of the younger teen, which immediately slitted as he lashed out and caught the side of The Falcon's face with a sharp slap. All four of the Infamous lads looked momentarily shocked, possibly even slightly impressed at the fact this kid had just hit the toughest guy in the entire school. Rei, however, was not impressed with himself and was inwardly cursing his utter idiocy.

"What crawled up your ass and died?" Coming from anybody else, this may not have been as funny to Rei, but coming from such a widely feared person, The Falcon himself… It was pretty amusing. The jet-haired teen snorted with laughter, half regretting it, half wanting to laugh aloud. He turned his head to the side and raised an eyebrow at the gang – Somehow they just weren't as frightening as they used to be. Maybe it was because the teen had got to know Kai a little and had found out that he wasn't as bad as he'd first thought? It made sense that the other members of Infamous would be alright too.. Or so Rei thought. He decided he'd reply with something equally as amusing, after all – They wouldn't hurt him. They'd get expelled if they did.

"Your wit." He smiled a sweet, angelic smile at the four teens before laying back against his tree trunk so they couldn't see his face anymore and grinned to himself as he distinctly heard both Kai and Tala trying to stifle their laughter. He could tell without looking that The Falcon was in a state of shock from being spoken to like that by a peasant like him – Just a commoner. It seems that said 'peasant' had won that round too, once again getting one up from Infamous. It was turning out to be a good day… A very good day indeed… He was sitting there having a laugh with people he used to hate, when actually they weren't that bad, and even better – he was having a laugh with Kai and Tala… He sighed happily, still listening to the sniggering of his peers. 'Ginge, you are beautiful…'

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