Note: Well, here it is the 4th chapter of I Want A Divorce! I hope you enjoy it. And I know, 'OOC Kai' can be majorly creepy and freak you out and stuff, but nonetheless, I'll keep him like that until near the end of the story. Anyway, review!
Chapter Three: Banana Peels Make You Fall
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Cafeteria, Third Person's POV
"Please tell me that this is a dream. A one that I will wake up from very, very soon." Alison pleaded as soon as she saw that Kai had disappeared.
Hilary rolled her eyes and tried to soothe her "Relax Ally. It's really not that bad. So what if Kai's acting a bit.........different, you'll be able to pull through!" She put on an encouraging smile, hoping that her friend would buy it.
That is, until Tyson decided to burst her bubble.
He snorted and said "Yeah right. Face it Ally, you're doomed. Seeing Kai angry might scare you a little, but seeing him act nice can freak you out a lot! You might as well prepare yourself when Mr. Marshall gives you an F."
Alison sighed and slouched back into her seat.
Hilary retorted to the bluenette's comment "You're the one to talk! You're absolutely hopeless with this marriage deal! Mr. Marshall will so give us an F just because you keep spending our money on junk!"
Tyson just rolled his eyes and replied "Relax okay? And we're not doing that bad, we've still got the trust fund. And that waterbed was not junk!" He glared at her.
Hilary glared right back and replied "Yes it was!"
"No it wasn't!"
"Yes it was!"
"No it wasn't!"
"Yes it was!"
"NO IT WASN'T!"
"YES IT WAS!"
"NO IT WASN'T!"
"YES IT WA-"
"GUYS! We were discussing my problem here!" Alison exclaimed while waving her arms, trying to move the attention back to herself.
Hilary and Tyson stopped arguing, blushed from embarrassment and muttered with apologetic expressions.
"Sorry Ally, guess we got carried away."
The redhead accepted the apology "It's okay. Anyway, back to the matters at hand, what am I supposed to do about the new......Psycho Kai?!" She started trying to eat her green UDF (Unidentified Disgusting Food) without throwing up.
Good luck with that.
Hilary was about to respond but unfortunately got delayed with the entrance of pink haired girl and a black haired boy.
"Oh hey Mariah, hey Ray! I thought you were sitting with Max and Emily." Tyson greeted, a bit confused.
Mariah shrugged and answered "Yeah well, we could hardly talk with them since they were all mushy and stuff. Plus, they seemed to be carrying the conversation about the Marriage Project quite well, just by themselves." She eyed her own UDF and shuddered.
Ray started talking about other stuff "So, where's Kai? I don't see him anywhere in the cafeteria." He glanced around the place, but to no avail.
Alison groaned and answered "Please refrain from talking about Hiwatari around me."
"Yeah." Tyson agreed. "Besides, here he comes now!" He pointed his finger in a direction.
The others looked in the direction where Tyson was pointing, and found that he was right.
'Typical. The one time he just has to be right about something. Is there a 'Come and torment my life' sign on me?!' Alison thought as Kai appeared with carrots in his hand and a smile on his face.
"Hey guys! I went to get you all some carrots and bananas. I would've arrived earlier, but unfortunately the line was so long!" He started passing out carrots and bananas to everyone.
Ray and Mariah just stared.
Finally, Mariah regained the ability to speak and used it to asked one simple question that was one everyone's minds (except for Tyson, Hilary, and Alison that is).
"Okay, who are you and what have you done with Kai?!"
Kai blinked and answered with a puzzled tone "Excuse me? I have no idea what you're talking about. Anyway, start eating your carrots and bananas people! Carrots give you better eyesight and bananas give a better memory!"
They just stared at him.
"What!?" He started defensively. "The guide book said that in Section 12: Proper Foods and Just How Important They Are. You can't go wrong with the guide book." Kai smiled and started to peel his own banana.
Alison just groaned.
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Classroom, Hilary's POV
"For the last time, we're going to go on a tight budget, understand?!" I exclaimed.
Tyson frowned and countered "Okay, fine. Don't need to get all G.I Jane on me!"
I frowned and tucked a strand of my brown hair behind my ear. So far, so good. We only managed to have 3 arguments, our best yet.
"Good. So, here's how's it gonna go. We only spend our money on the essentials. That means food, clothes; Josh's diapers (don't give me that look! Kai's been forcing me to say 'Josh' instead of 'egg' okay!), and-"
"Excuse me boys and girls!" Mr. Marshall called for attention before I could continue. I quickly handed the list of things we would use money for then quickly dashed for my seat and listened to Mr. Marshall talk.
"Girls and boys, I just talking with Ms. Landon (you know, the teacher just down who also teaches another group of talented 15 year olds) the other day! Her class was also doing the same project we're doing. Cressida came up with the idea of doing some sort of contest between our classes. Whichever pair seems to make the best parents and have been doing the best effort and stuff on the project gets a free gift card to any shop of their choice! What do you think?" He asked excitedly.
There was silence.
Until Emily asked "Did you accept the challenge?" She had a nervous look on her face, gripping Max's hand for comfort.
"Why of course I did! What kind of idiot do you take me for?! Anyway, I've gotta go get some coffee from the teacher's lounge. I'll be back real soon!" He walked out the classroom.
The silence was there again. You could hear a nail drop, you could hear the little kids play, you could hear the chorus people singing some old nursery rhyme, you could hear Santa come in through the pipes, wishing everyone a 'Merry Christmas'-
Well you could........if that actually happened. And besides, Santa only comes out in cold winter, not hot summer.
Anyway, back to the topic. And oh, what a topic it was.
Ms. Cressida Landon wasn't exactly what you'd call nice or easy going. The whole school knew that, including the other teachers (minus Mr. Marshall, but that was expected. He still didn't how to tell the boys' and girls' bathrooms apart). With long red finger nails, black hair that reached her waist, and cold blue eyes, even Kai felt a little intimidated by her (you know, before he started worshiping the manual. Now he just's plain scared stiff of her.)
How she got the job as a teacher was a mystery, seeing as she always trying to bury her students under the amount of homework and show no mercy towards students.
But there was thing that really distinguished her. It was her thrive for competition. If there was something competitive going, she had to be in it. And she always had to win too. Ms. Landon never took losing very easily, and could act like such a sore loser you'd think winning was her life.
Which unfortunately, when it came to class competitions, it was.
Ms. Landon could come up with all sorts of competitions that involved her class and any other class, and win. No one had been able to beat her. This was half due to the fact that nobody had agreed to a class competition in over 2 years.
Until know that is.
Kai finally tried to say something "I'm sure it'll be okay. Besides, it's not like it'll be anything too serious. I mean, the prize is a gift card! The losing team doesn't have to do anything gruesome or anything! It's just a friendly competition!"
"That is true." I agreed. Murmurs of relief and agreement followed and soon the cheerful atmosphere was returned to the room.
Not for long, that is.
Mr. Marshall came back in for a moment "I forgot to tell you something else! The losing class (that means if the pair didn't come from that class) has to do whatever the winning class tells you to do for a week!" Then, he walked out the door again.
Tyson chuckled nervously "Well, at least Ms. Landon's class can't tell us to do anything too bad. Right?"
Alison rolled her eyes and snapped "No, not really. Except..........just really bad stuff!" She glared at him and he slouched back into his seat.
Kai spoke up "Well we can at least look on the bright side. The bright side is a very nice and wonderful pl-"
"SHUT UP KAI!" The whole class barked.
I just started banging my head continually against the desk.
Hey, maybe it would help.
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Library, Third Person's POV
"Allison, are you sure this is gonna work?" Mariah whispered unsure.
The redhead nodded, almost completely positive.
"Pretty much yeah." Allison chose to ignore the glare Mariah was giving her.
The two girls were whispering to each other, in a corner of the library at the back. As soon as they had thought of all the possibilities the other kids in Ms. Landon's class could tell them to do (they weren't known as 'the devil's spawn' for no reason. Ms. Landon hand picked them out herself after all) the two girls had decided to get as many books as they could on marriage and other junk.
They did need all the help they could get after all. That includes Hilary, Kai (Mariah was careful not to say his name around Alison), Tyson and all the others.
There was just one teensy little problem.
The books they needed to get on marriage and family and all that other blah was stored in the teacher's section of the library. Kids weren't allowed to check out books in the teacher's section.
Without a teacher's signature that is.
A teacher had to sign a form to allow a student to check out a book in the teacher's section. The student had to give the form to Mr. Derk (the librarian) and then they were free to check out as many books as they wanted to.
The signature wasn't the problem of course. Mariah had managed to talk Mr. Marshall into signing it by going on and on just how much she treasured the project...........
It was the librarian.
Mr. Derk wasn't exactly what you called a nice librarian. He wasn't as mean as Ms. Landon of course, but he wasn't as nice nor naïve as Mr. Marshall (then again, no one was as naïve as Mr. Marshall). He had light brown hair (that contained a few gray hairs as well) and grumpy green eyes. That would be the word to describe him. Grumpy. Especially on mornings.
Mariah gulped and stood up, it was now or never. She grabbed Allison's hand and dragged her along too (the girl just wouldn't budge!) until they were both in front of Mr. Derk.
"Hey Mr. Derk." Mariah started, faltering a bit under his glare but luckily kept going. "Here's the form for the teacher's section. Signed and everything." She put the form on the counter for him to look at.
Mr. Derk grabbed the form and checked it, all the while muttering things the two girls couldn't make out. Then he put the form down and glared at the girls again.
"How do I know you people didn't forge this signature?!" He growled out from gritted teeth.
Mariah and Alison winced. Mr. Derk seemed to have a personal grudge against them. Granted he had a personal grudge against all the students, so yeah. In fact, even if a kid had the teacher's signature, it was still very rare that a student actually managed to check out a book from the teacher's section of the library.
"Sir we would never copy a signature!" Alison exclaimed.
Mr. Derk glared at the redhead and replied sarcastically "Of course you wouldn't. Who cares anyway, you're still not gonna get a book out of the teacher's section."
"But sir!" Mariah cut in.
"No buts! If I say so, then you leave it at that!" He ordered strictly.
The two girls glanced at each other for a moment, and then turned back to the librarian.
"Mr. Derk." Alison started slowly. "We'll give you one more chance. Can we get a book from the teacher's section?"
"No."
The two girls sighed and shook their heads.
"Mr. Derk, you give us no choice." Mariah started sadly. Then, she snapped her fingers and yelled. "Get him!"
Suddenly, there was a rustle, a loud sound of movement, muffled sounds, a few punches, a few kicks, followed by a cloud of dust.
It all ended with Mr. Derk unconscious, gag over his mouth, tied up in rope, with Bryan, Felicia, Kai, Tyson, Hilary, Max, Emily, Ray, Mariah, and Alison all circled around him.
"You didn't have to knock him out that hard idiot!" Felicia scowled after saying that to Bryan.
He grunted in response.
"Come on, let's just get the books and get out before he wakes up and we all get in major trouble!" Hilary exclaimed.
"Yeah good idea. Besides we can't-"Max didn't get to finish because at that moment...........
He slipped on a banana peel, and landed his head on Mr. Derk's shoulder.
"Uh...." Mr. Derk started groaning, Max's face when slightly pale and he quickly jumped back to his feet.
"He's waking up!" He whispered.
"Not for long he isn't." Hilary said, as soon the librarian's eyes opened for the briefest moment, Hilary hit him over the head with a frying pan.
The rest blinked and looked at her with shock.
"Hilary, where did you get that frying pan?" Tyson asked, curiously.
Hilary shrugged and answered "Found it somewhere. Things are always lying around here in this school."
"Yeah." Max agreed then grimaced "Like a banana peel."
They all enjoyed a hearty laugh (minus Bryan though the corners of his mouth were slightly curled up in amusement).
A boy walked into the library and stared at the scene with wide eyes.
"Hey what happened to Mr. Derk!?" The boy asked, a bit scared.
The laughing from the group stopped abruptly and they stared at the boy.
Hilary finally spoke up as she casually slung her hand over the boy's shoulder (AN: In a friendly way, not anything more than friendly) and asked "Boy, have you ever flown to the moon?"
"No."
"Have you ever played tennis?"
"No."
"Have you ever baked cookies?"
"No."
"Have you ever been kissed by a girl?"
"No. and that's just yuck."
"Have you ever watched TV?"
"No."
"Have you ever done anything fun?!(Not that the other stuff I asked is fun, I mean baking, now that is just yuck)."
"No."
"Yeah, you know what, it was nice meeting you and all, but you're way to boring to hang out with me so bye!" Hilary pushed the boy out the doors and turned back to the others.
Emily blinked and asked "Okay..........what was that all about?!"
Hilary explained "My mom taught me this technique thing she often used with her clients when she wants them to forget something (she makes a good psychologist you know). She asks them a string of useless questions and in the end the person forgets what he saw or spoke about or heard in the last 5 minutes."
Tyson snorted "Yeah right, like that would ever work."
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A Hallway, Third Person's POV
"What was I talking about again? I don't remember what I saw or spoke about or heard in the last 5 minutes."
Chapter Three Ends..........TBC
Note: Well, will you look at that? I finished a chapter in just one day, this is a glorious day! Anyway, tell me what you think of the plot development (the competition between the two classes). The idea sort of came to me as I was writing the fic and I just felt the need to type it down. And I'm not a 100% sure on the psychology technique thing because I made it up!
Don't forget to review! Feedback is always welcome, as well as all the other stuff!
