A/N: I'm kinda annoyed right now cos I had already typed this up before only my disk screwed up so now I have to rewrite it. Honestly, I reckon someone up there really hates me…anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own beyblade, nor do I own it characters. They belong to some Japanese company that I can't remember the name of. Is that simple enough people?

Eye Of The Storm

Chapter 5: Party Animal

Whispers. Whispers, whispers, whispers. All around me. All about me. Che, can't they shut up already? Oh wow, look, there's Willow snogging her best friend Johnny! Call the press!! It's amazing!!! God, half of them thought we were having some secret love affair anyway, so why when proved correct do they have to be all surprised about it?

I was in the hallway, struggling to open my locker. Holly christened it The Terrible Locker III, since the two last lockers I had were also really annoying and never opened for me. Lockers in general don't like me. I reckon it's because I keep scribbling all over it in permanent marker pens and sticking up loads of pictures on the inside.

Doesn't everyone though?

'Well, well, well, if it isn't Mrs McGregor.' Someone sneered behind me. After two long years of hearing that voice throw lame insults at me, it was easy to recognise. Especially after my first two weeks here.

'What, so I start dating a guy and suddenly I'm donning his surname? Wow, if that happened with every guy I would've had loads of surnames.' I said, trying the combination again.

'Not just any guy though, is it Tate?'

I looked over my shoulder, and raised an eyebrow at Amber. She was standing in a natural pose, arms crossed and blonde hair tossed over her shoulder.

'No, not just any guy. My best mate.' I replied flatly, turning back to my locker. After struggling with it for two more seconds I lost my patience and whammed my fist into the lock. It swung open.

I knew fists were useful for a reason.

'Tut, tut, such violence. Honestly, it almost makes up for your ugly face, that attitude of yours. But not quite.'

I hate her, I hate her, I hate her…

'Bored here, Amber. You're going to try harder than that.' I said dully, although inside I was still marvelling over that kiss…

I reached inside my locker and retrieved my Biology and English notes. As I slammed the door shut, I saw Amber narrowing her eyes at me, her position changing.

Okay, bitch, you wanna fight? Come get me!

And I walked away from her.

'Where d'you think you're going Tate?' she snarled. 'I haven't said you could leave.'

I don't think Amber has ever been blanked. No, seriously, she totally can't've been blanked before. Cos she completely blew a fuse when I ignored her and kept on walking.

'Tate, you bitch, get your ass back here! I was talking to you!'

I turned around at the double doors at the end of the hallway. People were watching, and I was glad. I slowly backed through the doors, smirking.

'Bite me.' I said slowly, before walking away, relishing the sight of her contorted face.

Yep, that totally made me feel a lot better.

I was running. Why? Cos for the first time on my whole life, I was late to my English class.

English is one of my favourite classes. Maybe one day I'll be a writer, I dunno, but I just love burying myself in ideas and bringing them across on paper. Either way, besides orchestra and art, it was my favourite class.

And I was late.

I skidded past the reception, only just about slowing down long enough to turn without crashing into anything, before hurtling down the mostly empty corridor. I went past Mrs Jackson's office, darting around the thin blonde headmistress just coming out.

'NO RUNNING IN THE CORRIDORS TATE!!' she screamed at my retreating back.

'WELL GUESS WHAT, I'M RUNNING!' I screamed back, crashing into another set of double doors and stumbling straight into the English department. Gasping for breath, I dashed into the classroom.

Mr. Connors was just taking the register.

'Holly?'

'Good morning sir!'

'Willow?'

'Yup, right here!' I gasped, leaning over.

'Tate, ten minutes late. Got an explanation?'

'Which one? There's the one where I had to fight a purple dragon with pink spots who wouldn't let me past reception, and then there's the one where a certain redheaded Russian decided to lock me in the janitor's closet, and I've been kicking the door til it broke to pieces. Quite frankly, I reckon the one with the purple dragon with pink spots is more realistic.' I said thoughtfully, causing half the class to laugh.

'That twisted humour of yours will get you in big trouble one day, Tate.' Mr. Connors warned me, though I could see he was trying to prevent himself from laughing. He's only twenty-three, and a great teacher in my opinion. 'So Volkov locked you in the janitor's closet huh?'

'Who said it was Volkov?' I chirped innocently, dropping into my seat between Holly and Mika Kito, a really shy but nice girl.

Connors chuckled at my response. 'Don't worry, he's not in trouble.'

The guy is so decent for a teacher. It kinda freaks me out sometimes.

'Well he shouldn't be. I never said he did anything remember?'

'Yes, well, if you let me finish the register, I can actually start the lesson. And don't be late again Tate.'

'I promise sir. Scouts' honour sir.'

'I doubt you were ever in scouts Tate. Or if you were, you were probably kicked out for locking your sister in the games cupboard.'

'Well, no, actually, it was because I "accidentally" emptied a tin of bright blue paint all over the supervisor.'

The whole class burst out laughing.

'My point exactly.' He said, smirking while continuing with the register.

Yep, he is definitely my favourite teacher.

'Hey Lils.' Johnny murmured into my ear, wrapping his arms around my waist. I giggled as everybody in the cafeteria turned to watch.

'Hey Johnny.' I replied, turning around and kissing him passionately, while teasingly nibbling on his bottom lip.

We pulled away, smiling. Johnny sat in his usual seat, pulling me onto his lap and keeping an arm around my waist.

'I still don't get how you managed to hide it from us. The googly eyes you were making during break were totally impossible to miss.' Tala said, biting into his sandwich.

'Not to mention the fact I actually sleep in the same bedroom as you and I never noticed anything.' Holly quipped, sitting between Ray and Tala, noticeable tension lingering between her and Tala.

'We, people, are the masters of stealth. Same reason you guys never found out about me and Tala until he let it slip.'

Johnny was one of the few people who actually knew what had happened, along with Holly.

'Yeah, but that was a one night stand.' Kai pointed out, and I noticed the lack of a certain blonde on his lap.

'Actually, I want to know, have you slept together?' Tala suddenly asked. I knew that tone of voice: a big brotherly type that would tear any offending male that hurt me.

'No.' we said simultaneously, although we had never even gone over the details.

We were graced by completely shocked faces from the boys, whereas the girls knew the principles behind not sleeping together.

'Why not?'

'Same thing I told the girls: I care too much about our friendship to risk going all the way.' I replied.

'And Johnny agreed to that?'

'Well, duh, she's my best friend, not some girl I picked up at the Topaz Dragon.' Johnny snorted.

Silence ensued, in which I noticed the looks Holly and Tala were giving each other. One thought passed through my head before I could squash it. One thought that probably changed everything.

They're shagging.

WHAT? No way. No fucking way. Why did I think that? Holly would never cheat on Ray. And besides, Holly and Tala don't exactly see eye to eye on everything.

All thoughts flew out of my head when Johnny began kissing my neck.

Music flooded out onto the street, the multi-coloured lights inside the house flashing and swirling. Hoards of people swayed to the music Enrique was playing, stray groups relaxing in the front lawn. Johnny ran around, grinning happily about finally being eighteen and receiving presents from everyone. His hand hadn't left mine from the time the party started until now, and both of us were quite drunk. It was ten p.m., and the party was just picking up.

'Hey Lils, you gonna play now?' Johnny yelled over the music, even though there was barely an inch of space between us as we danced.

'Yeah, but I gotta find Kara, Mariah and Holly first!' I replied, before spotting my twin dancing quite closely with Tala.

'HOLLY!' I yelled, as I kissed Johnny passionately before leaping off into the crowds to grab Holly.

'HEY, TALA, GONNA HAVE TO STEAL HOLLY NOW!'

'OKAY!'

I sighed as Tala smiled and quickly kissed Holly's cheek (Okay, repeat after me: they're not shagging, they're not shagging…) before disappearing into the crowd.

'C'mon, we're up in a sec.' I told her, and she nodded.

Johnny had set up a little stage at the end of the dancing hall, where we always play and sometimes practice. Our instruments were already there, waiting for us. Enrique was on a raised block on the stage, doing his DJ thing, nodding his head in tune to the music.

We found Mariah and Kara in Johnny's bedroom, since he had told us we could get changed into our performance gear there.

I wriggled out of my red Chinese mini-dress and let out my hair, which had been pined up with two chopsticks. I found the outfit I had placed in Johnny's walk in wardrobe and got ready, reapplying my make up at the same time.

My outfit consisted of a black pleated mini-skirt and a red tank top with a black fishnet top over it that revealed my pierced belly button. A pair of knee length black leather boots completed the look. My hair was left to tumble down my shoulders, styled to look extra messy and wavy, with temporary electric blue highlights. My green eyes were outlined boldly with black eyeliner; my eye shadow a misty purple and deep purple lipstick covered my lips. Overall, I looked like a punk on a mission.

I turned to the others. Holly was wearing a black mini-dress and ripped fishnet tights. Her brown suede boots went halfway towards the knees, and her chestnut brown hair was also extra messy, spilling down her back. Kara had done her makeup with brown eyeliner and eye shadow, and blood red lipstick. Holly, as usual, had grumbled about her clothes showing too much until she shut up when she realised how good she looked.

Kara herself was wearing her favourite corset-tank top, which was black and red. Her black combats rested low on her hips, and her trainers were loose and falling apart from all the times she had used them while slamming her foot onto the pedal on the drum kit. Her midnight blue hair was pulled back into their usual low pigtails, her face not as smothered in makeup as ours. A layer of mascara, some black eyeliner and a touch of clear lipgloss.

Mariah was out of her white into the red. She wore a red mini-dress with black snakes slithering from her right hip across the material. A funky black studded belt wound loosely around her waist, serving no purpose. Her pink hair been temporarily dyed a deep blood red that matched Tala's. Her eyes were outlined with black eyeliner, her lips also blood red. Blusher livened up her cheeks, and her glitzy silver eye shadow glittered in the light.

All in all, we looked like a real rock group. Especially since Kara was revealing the dragon tattoo on her forearm.

'Ready girls?' Kara asked, finally happy with her appearance. She had been tugging at her hair for the last five minutes.

'Let's knock their socks off!' I smirked, and I was met with wide grins.

We entered the stage as the lights went, giving us time to grab our instruments. The room went quiet as Enrique switched off the DJ deck.

'Boys and girls, may I give you the four girls that have rocked our town off it's feet. Be ready to scream, cos I give you…THE TWISTED ANGELS!' Enrique announced. The lights flickered on again, revealing Holly throwing rocky poses at the microphone, while I stood near by with my electric blue guitar. Mariah stood on Holly's other side, in pose. Kara sat ready to beat the crap out of her drum kit.

'WE ARE THE TWISTED ANGELS AND WE'RE HERE TO SEND YOU TO HELL!' Holly screamed, and then Mariah, Kara and me all slammed into gear, the punk/rock music filling the room.

Being thrown to the ground

Wrenched off your feet

The bruises on your body

They're for real

And they're never going away

Holly paused for a second, allowing the music to wash over the swaying audience.

The tears flowing down your cheeks

The hand that shakes so badly

Why do you hide them?

Why do you run away?

The screams echoing off walls

In a corridor deep beneath the ground

The pain so heartfelt

And I know it's you.

The blood splattered on the floors

So deep and sickening

Staining the carpet forever

And I know it's yours.

My solo guitar piece arrived and my fingers moved fluidly over the strings. Soon Holly's voice flowed over the notes.

I told you to leave him

I told you to walk away

You always say yes

But yet you stay

Deceiving dangers

Total annihilation

What are you doing here?

Why aren't you walking away?

The screams echoing off walls

In a corridor deep beneath the ground

The pain so heartfelt

And I know it's you

The blood splattered on the floors

So deep and sickening

Staining the carpet forever

And I know it's yours…

And I know you're gone…

Holly finished the song, letting the last note flutter into the crowd. The cheers were immense; nobody had heard that song before. This was the first time we had ever performed it, considering Kara and I had only written it a few weeks ago.

After that we rocked through the rest of our set, some being slow tracks, although most were fast, rocky and eardrum bursting loud. It was midnight when we finally finished, singing "Happy Birthday" to a slightly drunk Johnny while the MASSIVE chocolate and strawberry-icing cake was brought through.

When the candles were blown out, Enrique stepped up to take over, filling the room with club music. Johnny immediately grabbed my hand, and despite me being exhausted from jumping up and down on the stage, and dragged me out onto the dance floor for some major hip grinding.

Hey, where did the vodka go?

It was one o'clock in the morning. Everything around me was swimming, every so often coming into focus to reveal people passed out in the corridors. I frowned, trying to concentrate on finding Johnny again. He had disappeared about half an hour ago, and considering my state and the fact Johnny owned a freakin' enormous mansion, it was a fruitless search.

Where the fuck did he go?

I seriously need a snog.

Uhhh, whoa…world spinning. Why is the world spinning?? Make it stop!!!

Wow, pretty vase…oh no, don't touch Willow…you'll break it…

But the vase is really pretty…!

Touch vase equals break vase which means Johnny angry.

Johnny angry bad!

Yes, very bad. Now find Johnny!!!

After the inner turmoil I moved away from the gigantic blue vase and approached a door. I heard movements inside, and caught a glimpse of bright red hair through the gap.

YAY! JOHNNY!!!

But it wasn't Johnny, as I realised when I opened the door. It was Tala.

With Holly.

Snogging.

Wait a sec, isn't that suppose to be bad!?

Okay, so now you know why Holly was acting weird...and I'm always open to suggestions too!

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Chiya