Flashback Part 4

POV: Tyson, Ash.

Year 2016:

I still wasn't sure what Tyson actually feels about me. I had my feelings multiplied for him through these days and I was here around him all the time, noticing him in my façade of calm behind which my heart beats not being able to confess soon. Hilary was with us and I really wanted to tell her about me and Tyson but I never found a perfect chance to do so. Maybe I and Tyson are just destined to be friends and there is nothing more to it. I wasn't sure if he really likes me the way I do or if it was just friendship. To be honest, I was so much willing to leave him and hurt myself in the fury if I couldn't confess him. That was my inner contradicting plan to summon the courage to tell him.

Days passed and nothing was happening. The New Year wasn't special. We just had normal fun and the agog of excitement. Max and Ray did most of the part on the last day. Hilary went back and though I wanted to tell her, couldn't just do so.

Tyson seemed to be distancing from me. He was on his own, drown in his little large phone, sleeping, smoking occasionally. He would switch off if I caught him smoking but I ignored. I hated smoking and I was beginning to hate him. I don't know from where he picked this habit but I didn't have any right to scold him or stop him. My facial expression should have been sufficient for him to understand that I hated it.

In the midst of February, cold out here in the city, I woke up early to find shards and twigs crowded in the yard. Tyson was lying on the couch, half dressed and relentless as ever. I rushed downstairs, cleaned the yard, took a bath and prepared the breakfast. I saw Grandpa waking up and I assumed that Tyson would have woken up. Since Grabdpa didn't mind me staying here, I oftenly stayed here, in one of the rooms downstairs.

I went up and saw him still sleeping. I rolled my eyes and attempted to wake him; I wasn't touching him, my voice wasn't the usual and cheerful, I knew it, couldn't help it but.

"Tyson, wake up!" I called out one last time.

Out of blue, in the span of seconds, he caught my wrist and pulled me towards him and I gasped in the while. He left me as I neared him and that caused me to fall on him. We were face to face and his eyes were close.

"Shushh. Sleep." He said and placed his arm on my side. I closed my eyes. I just couldn't take this. He was rendering me weak and I couldn't hold my emotions back. I needed him. Fuck yeh, I needed him. I needed him so bad. I needed him emotionally, mentally, physically, sexually, and I wanted it all. I didn't care if he would reject me, laugh at me, cheat me later but right now I needed him and my need was true. He would be on wrong side if he wrongs me. I was tired of all these feelings keeping them bottled. This friendship was way too strong now that it needed a transformation to next level. I just wished, he would either accept me, or just give a loud shout and insult and drives me away forever. I was tired, I really was.

"What do you want?" I asked him.

"You." He said with a husky chuckle, still those eyes closed.

"I hate the wrong ways." I said out of blue but with a sigh.

"What's wrong in wanting you?" He raised an eyebrow, now eyes open. Those large maroon pools with deep feelings.

"It's not legal. You want me…how?" I asked him with curt expressions and curiosity.

He smiled and removed his hand in the fine process.

"Say Tyson," I demanded moving back a little.

"In all ways." He said coolly, closing his eyes.

"Meet my eyes."

He opened his eyes and smiled, " Ashlene Reynolds, can you give me a small right to change your name?" he asked,

"Hnn." I nodded.

"Can I call you Amelia sometimes if you don't mind?" he asked as he kept a sharp eye contact.

"W-Why?" I asked as perplexity drew me and I wondered if it was her mother's name.

"Amelia means a defender. You're my Amelia, my defender." He said as he rose and stood in front of me and my usual anger of him standing shirtless in front of me somewhat curtailed and was vague.

"If..." I stopped, "If that's the reason,I'll take that title," I said with a muse.

"No no, there's more to the title," he said with a smile and soft smirk.

"What?" I shook peering a little towards him even we were finely close.

"Let's see," he thought, "Ahm, it would be Amelia Reynolds..Granger. Amelia Reynolds Granger." He looked at me, meeting my expanded eyes.

Was this real? Was he trying to say what I wanted to? He was indirect, a little shy and a little clever in explaining this.

"Umm," I mumbled, "I like the title, Tyson, but you've to be closely clear that why are you giving this to me."

Sweat dripped on his cheek and it was chilling cold. He was fighting hard in saying those three words. But in another moment, he has summoned courage despite the seemingly overflowing adrenaline warning his body,

"Because I love you?"

"What?"I shook my head, I was delighted at this confession but I still wanted him to summon more courage until that fear has died out, so I teased.

"Could that it be?" He was ASKING me,

"Are you asking me that if you love me? Are you scared or clueless?" I said raising an eyebrow.

I was understanding him very much in this moment, much easily since he was younger than me.

"No no no, I am sure of what I feel. I'm not clueless," Tyson said biting his inner lip, "I think I love you, Ash." He said not meeting my eyes, every muscle in him pulsating in nervousness and warm feelings.

"Tyson," I said forwarding my hand and handing him his shirt, "Wear your shirt quickly, or you'll catch a cold."

I said and walked towards the door, smiling my heart out in euphoria. To replace his regret and guilt of confessing me after which I didn't reply and left him in full sighing and embarrassed, I said opening the door, "And Tyson, I think I love you back," I turned not giving him a chance to see my indeed blushing face now. Before I made my way out, he swiveled out of the couch and ran towards me holding my wrist with no intention of leaving so quickly.

"You love me and you're leaving me, Ash or say, Amelia Granger?" He said with a smirk and grinned.

I froze in the moment. Locked up in the second. Paralyzed in my skin as he uttered those words. This wasn't a dream. But how things got this easy? Wait, was he kidding? He will probably burst out laughing.

"Sure?" I asked.

"Yep,". I looked the way he was smiling embarrassedly and laughing softly. I smiled and got him hugging him lightly. He embraced back and I just felt the needed peace.

"Ash, I'm sorry this was done so late." He said with a sudden exhale,

"It's okay."

I was in pure bliss and felt complete.

"You know what; you're that kind,- 'holdin', even though it kills you slowly,' "

"Might be,"

"Yep, YOU'RE!"

"And you're that kind,' dress up and play pretend,' "

"Might be,"

"You're!"

"Keep on smiling, and it's-" He said,

"It's never over." I corrected

"Holding, even though it kills you slowly. Keep on smiling until it's over." He serenaded.

"Keep on smiling until it's over," I sang again.

No it was nothing, just a song's lyric's by Chainsmokers. But it was a light moment, we just smiled holding each other, no kisses or smooches, just caught in the beauty if the moment.

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...

It's been beautiful ever since we confessed each other and the entire team was shocked when we said that. We weren't yet in relationship but I was sure she was fine with it.

We had times together.

We went shopping together.

We visited parks at nights

We made coffees for each other.

We bladed fiercely.

She was my best opponent.

"You are doing well! I'm seriously proud to be your friend," She winked

"Stop buttering and flirting, seriously,"

"I like you. You know that," she smirked.

I didn't hear the end of it from Max. "OHHO, like I said, you are Ashlene now. What did I say that day, I already knew you two would be together!" Max seemed even chirpy.

"Haha I didn't know that," I generously smiled.

Ray used to grin at me whenever I was with her. Kenny was fine, Dauchi was still clueless and well Kai didn't say anything except that he raised an eyebrow the first time he came to know.

Today, I took her to "Central Mall". She once told me how she loved a skirt but couldn't buy because someone else bought it. She dressed up in her usual attire and a little dull but maintained her usual persona and smiled when I told her to get ready.

Ashlene was light today. She seemed to be grateful peacefully. She said she lost Fulva and how she lost everything when her parents died. I absolutely hated her uncle and aunt and especially that cousin of her who tried to hurt her and attack her. I ensured her that I will always protect her.

Its past May and the tournament seems to be around anytime. The team seems to split once more.

"Tyson! I'm ready,"

"Yeah, come on,"

I start my bike and she sits back. I smile as she places her hands on my shoulder softly and I feel like I'm gonna burst out in sheer happiness.

It's the moment of pure bliss. I won't ask anything more than being with Ashlene right now. I see Kai seeing us from a corner but I'm too involved driving that I ignore him.

"What do you love?" Ashlene asked me as we walked in the mall.

"Of course, you know it. Do I need to repeat it, Ash?"

"Sweetheart, can't you just tell me that 'Ash, I am not in love with anything as long as you are by my side?' " Ashlene asked smiling angelically, mimicking my voice.

"You-" I chuckled, "You are always the one, sweetheart" I grinned with cheeks fluttered with weak blush. "If I were in a little in private, I would have said the same thing again and again." I softly cupped her cheeks smiling mirthfully.

She smiled back, "C'mon, let get some shirts for you." She breathed.

"Shirts? Why not T-shirts, Ash?" I said cautiously.

"You will know it tonight," Ashlene grinned boisterously and lucidly. Was it that...

"Does that mean that you are attracted to me?" I asked with dare and playfully.

"Guess so, "she laughed and we raced to the nearest store.

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The summer moods swing easy. I had an argument with Tyson. Last night, he had hard time falling in sleep and I couldn't help since I fell asleep in seconds. Tyson's head was heavy in the morning. I offered coffee but he refused. I implored him though. It was for his own good. He refused again a little jadedly. I flung the cup in the basin and gave a sharp shuddering exhale.

"You're being thick headed!" I shouted. I turned and saw Hilary staring at me shocked and wide eyed. Tyson just looked tiredly at us.

She wordlessly left the hall and strode out. I wasn't sure if Hilary was upset that I shouted and behaved like this or if she hated that I scolded Tyson. I looked at Tyson who gave me puzzled look and closed his eyes.

"Ash, please," he said enervative.

I sighed and strode out. "Hils I'm sorry." I said.

She didn't say anything and just looked at the sky. "What's the matter?" I asked.

"I didn't mean to rash out but Tyson gets frustrating sometimes." I sighed

"You two should say about this to Grandpa and work on making this relationship permanent." She said softly.

"Huh" I gasped. I exactly knew what she was saying but that was none of her business. I felt agitated. It was me and Tyson and we would take a next step when we felt so. Right now, everything was confined to bare kisses and hugs. That was enough.

"Don't say this." I squealed.

"Sorry. I just said because I felt so." Hilary apologized and went in. I immediately realized that something was wrong with her. I followed her and we ended in Tyson's room.

"Tell me what's wrong. You aren't yourself since you've returned. All good at University?"

"I'm okay Ash…" She said closing her eyes,

"No, it isn't!" I protested, "You're hiding something. Look Hilary, we are friends and friends share things, feelings with each other, so please, don't keep it all to you,"

"I'm fine, I'll be fine,"

She went downstairs and entered kitchen, "Hils please." I whispered,

"Leave me alone, Ash,"

"A love- stuck girl, Ash, trust me babes," Tyson commented impassively.

I ignored him but immediately I realized what he meant. I stared at Tyson trying to read him but he leaned in deeper and ignored me purposely. I folded my lips in disgust and turned to Hilary.

"Fuck you Tyson. I will avenge you," Hilary stormed, giving death glare to Tyson.

"A guy who doesn't even know how to express his emotions and stay much worse than Kai-ish, seriously Hils? You? Hils? Unbelievable?" Tyson said judiciously.

"Hils! Calm down. He's idiot! Can we calm down a little?" I placed a friendly hand on her shoulder. She sighed and hiccupped to prevent the envitable sob coming up.

"Ash…" she whispered, shocked and sad stuck. Tyson eyes us.

She immediately ran upstairs. I couldn't stop her, "Hils wait!"

"C'mon, she will be alright, Ash. I didn't mean to insult him. I was just teasing her!"

"Really! Look at me!" I ordered, "You CAN'T just say her like that! She bloody loved him okay!" Ashlene yelled. It was Ryan…

"Huh? Hey, calm down. Will you? I didn't mean it and I'm sure she will understand it!"

I slowly whispered his name before continuing, "Did you ever…loved someone?" I asked. My gaze was lowered

"What do you mean?" Tyson got up and stared at me in utter confusion and shock. He shook my shoulders but I resisted stubbornly.

"You couldn't have loved someone." I shouted right on his face,

"Shut the fuck up!" He fired back.

"You never did!" I cried out loud, my sobs at peak at very sudden.

"I love you, Ash!" he shouted in horror and fury.

"You loved Amelia, not Ash," My chest shook as I said those words.

He shook harder.

Amelia was title. Tyson didn't want the world to know my real name so when his fan girls asked about me, he covered my name as Amelia and not Ashlene, a yet another reason, secondary. The entire world knows that there is some Amelia who's World popular Tyson's love interest.

"You mean I just pretend?" He asked seriously and slowly, not able to believe me.

"I don't know. The Tyson I know isn't heartless. He can't insult someone like this," I wiped my tears.

He left me and walked upstairs.

I'm helpless,

You tell me if I should love you or not.

You only tell what should I do?

I'm so vulnerable

Not able to read you or me

I didn't object Tyson when he called me Amelia out or declared that there is indeed someone with my personality whose name is Amelia. I wanted the world to know me but when Tyson didn't, I gave up and I was fine with it but I didn't want him to be stubborn behind the doors. I didn't want him to be another person behind the doors.

I came to now about Ryan this night when Hilary literally said everything and I felt bad for her. She was here, but she needed Ryan. Ryan needed her. He was suffering mentally and she didn't know why. There was something that was deeply bothering him but he wouldn't just say anything. Hilary was indeed in trauma. I was perplexed what should I do.

"Does Ryan know about it?" I asked,

"He does." Hilary answered, "The day next to the Fest, I was upset and really down that he rejected me. I officially offered him a rose in front of everyone after we danced. He looked at me for few seconds but refused and walked away. I felt betrayed. The next day, I didn't talk to him and stayed quiet, lost in my own deep thoughts. He came to me and said his reason why he didn't accept my rose. He said that he was suffering mentally and he himself wasn't stable at all. The ground beneath my feet disappeared and I was in the shock." Hilary said remembering the details accurately and vividly.

The thing that was disturbing me was something different. Hilary, the way she was, upset and down was not because of Ryan. I mean yeah, it was Ryan but not entirely. Because Ryan's unstable mental health wasn't that a big issue that Hilary was upset to this extend on her vacation! There was something else to it and I had my suspicion. She wasn't going to say me and I was sure. Somehow my intuition said me that the reason was Kai. But I was so clueless of how could he be the reason? So I'd no idea.

I scolded Tyson and was really angry with him for the rest of the week. I left him when he would intimate with me and I was getting frustrated.

I didn't know either what was with me and Tyson either. However it all ended a month later and I was composed back.

Yep, Hilary was right.

It felt difficult at the start but it was worth doing it and breaking our chastity.

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Max went America, Kai went Russia and Ray and Kenny too left us. I trained Tyson again. I perfected his skills and the Darkness secret.

He was so much perfect and epitome of this secret and trick that he would find me in solitude when I used to sigh and contemplate in dark room. It used to be pitch black dark room and open windows and I used to sit in the corner behind the couches and feel the solitude after the tiring hours of working when he would be changing in his Gym room. He would come in our room, find me in the darkness, lift me gently, lie me on the bed and cares my forehead until I would be drown in slumber. I would be so busy in my contemplation that I never kept my powers active to note him back as well.

Through the love building between us, through the tedious afternoons and evening we spend training him and perfecting him, he was becoming undefeatable.

He was becoming the True Champion, an unbeatable and exemplary flawless blader. He didn't miss any strategy. He bet all the blades that came through the ways. I was there to cheer him. My presence and smirk was enough for his victory. He read all strategies of his opponents. His confidence was on its best terms.

My schedule was a little tedious, I had my internals coming up and I had to prepare for it as well. Yep, 2nd year started. I coped up. He used to stay awake through the nights to company me and prepare coffee when I had to read for exams. He motivated me the same way I did. It was because of him I made this so after with all the tensions lingering around.

I gave him the perfect food I can and keeping an eye that he avoided junk. I was careful that he didn't mess up with anything through the last days. He defeated Max, Ray, Daichi and all others.

The final day was to come and Kai was the ultimate opponent again.

I was tensed up on this day and was not clearly fine. His battle lasted for twenty five minutes. He took my advice and didn't wear his jacket this time but a plain blue shirt. My inner self just felt that. My clammed hands were folding and unfolding throughout the battle.

He was losing his control as the waves were hitting harder and he was a little agitated.

I knew he was pretending but still, I was worried.

"Tyson, concentrate!" I screamed

"I know Ash. I can battle, stay out of it," He extended his arm to stop me though I was quite feet far from him obviously,

"You need to hear me,"

"I don't have to," We were quarreling midst of this important critical battle,

"Tyson!"

He chuckled evilly and tilted his head slightly as he ran towards his blade, racing with Kai again. Tyson wasn't determined at all finishing this battle easily. I hated him and he was worrying me on purpose. He usually did it. He was worried I knew it, he wasn't showing it. But I had no idea why and on what he was worried. We both knew the way of finishing this battle. I couldn't say him. He knew it.

"Your biggest weakness is your worry. Kill it and I swear you will be the only victor,"

"You're kidding," He smirked with his signature chuckle

"Sweetness, in the name of our unborn kids, I am not kidding,"

"Whhooaa, that's little way too serious," He looked at me actually. I looked away. Everyone were looking at us. I immediately went off to hide myself. Tyson never wanted to reveal me and I will keep his secret- me.

"You will remember me when you win; you will remember me, Tyson, you will…" I mumbled and I was sure that he heard me

"Will see,"

My heart was beating and I wanted so badly to go in and see him win but unfortunately couldn't. My heart bubbled in euphoria only when Brad announced that Tyson has actually beaten Kai three times in row and was the five times domineering Champion!

Hilary's POV:

Year 2014:

We walked to our college at ten a.m, which was actually quite late, seeing that our seniors had already left at nine. Other fellow mates of our class showed up at the exit of the hostel, and there was a general pandemonium and chorus as the crowd made its way to the nearby building, also called as College, the official name being "University of Florida College of Medicine".

I noticed, a few were Americans, a few were from Japan as well and the least number being from some foreign country. The Americans seemed to be painted white, and the color of their hair was hugely blonde, Maxie being the first one in my mind. There were dainty smiles, petite features of American girls attracting attention of guys and all.

After a walk of ten minutes to the College building, our Guide appeared. I mull if she was going to spend the entire day giving us the tour of the different departments or make it short and let our classes begin. Out of blue, as we were standing in mediocre crowd in the midst of the front, a whole another crowed of people spewed from the corridor and it took our mind time to get them distinguished of their respective departments, that is, Anatomy, Biochemistry and Physiology. They gave warm smiles lucidly, making everyone's tense demeanors mitigate.

They spend twenty minutes in blabbering about their names, educational status and the number of years they have been working in this institute. That seemed bemusing in the start but it became extremely monotonous and boring. My eyes lazily rolled and I gazed around to see my fellow-mates looking starting to exhaust linearly and a small smirk tugged the corner of my lips. The American guys were cute though, I noticed.

The Guide gave us a symptomatic smile and I exhaled dauntingly, understanding that this session was indeed boring us. Soon the staff left and the Guide took us to the department's labs and showed our lecture halls which were large, enough to accommodate double than we were. The first lab was of Anatomy and the sight of corpse lying made me flinch and a guy near me looked at me in equal nervousness with puckered eyebrows not seeming ever to relax. I skewed to left to see Delia getting on the verge of unconscious from the formalin radiating and Margot was just petrified in her chair, her hopes crippled.

I gave a hard gulp and shook my head and mulled if the Guide was gonna ask us to touch that corpse. And that's exactly what she said next. Everyone paled and there was a starting mayhem of how unfair this was on our first visit. The Japanese students. mostly didn't object or repulse and starting making their way wearing the gloves and touching the corpse. The way they did, and touched, as if they were daunted with the fear that the corpse would start laughing in whim and attack them. I disturbingly chuckled and made my way to the copse. After touching its back with my four fingers, I stood at the farthest corner, not averting my gaze from my Delia and Margot standing in front of me to anywhere else.

The next department was of Biochemistry and was followed by Physiology which were comparatively hugely fine. And then, they took us to our classroom, which was general lecture Hall for the First years, which basically didn't belong to any of the departments. This was only for US. Yippe.

There was a general pandemonium in the class as our Guide left and everyone started interacting with each other. I looked tiredly and lazily at the crowds forming groups, shaking hands, dainty smiles lingering, laughing and planning lunches ahead, I guess a few couples had already formed. This was College life, after all. This seemed teetering on utter boredom monotony.

Margot and Delia kept on infuriating me the lying how incredulously some guys were starting and smirking at I was about to thud my head on the golden brown table front, the door opened from ajar and a group of students dressed in white aprons sauntered confidently inside with huge pride and inflated egos.

I gulped hesitantly as their un-amiable looks looked daunting us.

There was a general silence and they climbed on the podium.

"Good morning, guys," One of the girls wished,

"Good morning," We wished back, much careful and reluctant.

"Guys, this is a professional college," An another brown haired American guy said us intimidatingly, "You've to address us as ma'am and sirs," he said. The information didn't get to our head; nonetheless, we nodded.

"You." the first girl said, "Come here," She pointed Delia. A shiver ran down my spine. Delia's face drained off unhealthily and she was a nervous wreck. Averting her orbs towards me, she sought an advise. I nodded.

She walked towards them and then to the podium, "Young girl, introduce yourself,"

"Ok, ma'am," she answered,

"My name is D-Delia Parker, I am from Tokyo and I've got an admission here in this College," She gulped in visibly.

"What's your hobby, Delia?" A blonde haired guy asked softly,

Delia blinked and thought for a second, "Say it, girl," Another one said irritatingly in mundane.

"I like to play Guitar." She utterly lied. My eyes widened as she said guitar. Since when..

"Cool, even I love it Deles," The brown haired guy said happily, "I've one in my room, can you play it for me?"

Delia looked miserably horrible, she gnawed her lower lip and said, "MY got my finger burnt this morning, so I can't play for a week,"

Damn, how did that idea came in her mind so fast.

"Uh," The brown haired guy gave a unsatisfactory smile.

"No problem," The blonde haired guy smirked horrendously, "Which guy here in your mates seems hot," He asked with a thunderous grin,

Delia was flabbergasted, "WHAT?" She shot,

"Am I not clear?" He shot. The brownie seemed slightly unpleased.

"I haven't noticed any guys yet to conclude that," She said bravely with courage.

"You can have a look at that now," He practically ushered Delia towards us.

"Neither I'm interested nor I'm willing to judge," Delia said curtly. That hurt them negatively.

"Hey, what's your problem?" They said smugly.

The class seemed to tense a bit and none of us spoke a word to object, I felt like to get there on podium and slap those morons.

"Nothing," Delia smiled sarcastically.

"Then say who it is!" He shoved her,

"I don't know," Delia was agitated and I could see her losing her cool now. Margot covered her face in fright.

Delia heaved out a held breath of anger, she turned towards the boys rows and pointed a random guy. The guy didn't hitch even a centimetre. He looked calm and cool. He blinked calmly.

"You," The blonde pointed, "Come here,"

The guy rose up and came to the podium. Confident, calm and NOT hesitant at all. Seeing this, it didn't please the Seniors.

This was turning into a ragging session. A few guys started giggling and even girls now making snide, victorious faces.

This was followed my pandemonium again and their attempts of slamming dusters on the board and wall, and yelling to quiet had no avail on us. We were rather making remarks on on their looks and laughing, giggling and throwing the hatred looks on them.

Delia seemed to calm down. Yes, this is unity!

The black haired classmate smiled victoriously at us, everyone started hooting for him and throwing flying kisses for once. The seniors made indignant faces, because they were expecting us to surrender at them and get ragged. THAT was not gonna happen.

We made more faces and that made them jittery. This was the perfect moment to get our hands over them, an upper hand. Yes, yes!

"Whats' your name, boy?" The blondie asked, the senior.

The black haired gave a calm stare and was beginning to test the patience, "Why?" The Black haired asked with the nerve. The blondie was nonplussed, crippled ego, developing freckles in his amour propre.

"Why not?" The girl asked.

"Ryan." He said, a sarcastic dainty smile tugging him.

I and Margot were were looking at him earnestly. The entire class was.

"So Mr. Ryan, are you Delia's interest?" Brownie interrupted. Delia hitched at the choice of words, the squabble being useless seemingly.

Ryan rolled his eyes giving a sympathetic look to Delia that how they were trying to trap her,

"She's my interest!" A voice howled from our boys' side,

"No, I like her!" Another bawled,

"Shut up, dog, Delia cutie, she's my interest!" Another roared. Delia was flustered and her color was turning into fifty shades of scarlet. She looked like a bomb who would blast any minute. I and Margot looked in fright at the boys side, telling them to stop.

"Ryan, please leave Delia, there are many others," Another guy roared.

This was infuriating the seniors to the worst limits and their rage. Ryan shook his head seeing that Delia would either burst in cries of insult or take out her sandals and flung them at the boys, but Ryan immediately understood that the boys were doing it purposely to tease the seniors.

"They don't mean a thing, Delia, I promise." Ryan whispered to her. Delia looked at him in befuddlement.

"Look at the blondie," Ryan tittered.

The pandemonium grew and a few boys got up and ran to the podium taking mikes, a few dedicating songs to the senior girl, others hooting for them.

"Flirty and Clever." Margot uttered. Another guy proudly strutted from his seat to the podium giving dismayed look to the seniors that they have been vanquished now.

The Senior girl was turning into a tomato and she stomped out of the hall with blondie and brownie giving the warning eyes to Ryan and boys that they would avenge back.

First year was gonna be awesome and the thought of Fest made my heart leap. Ryan was such a daring guy, be him American or Mexican, whatever, this guy saved Delia somehow, and yes the other guys as well. As soon as the Seniors left, the boys stopped and looked at Delia apologetically, "Look Delia, you're our classmate, we didn't mean to tease you, we just wanted to save Ryan and you from getting embarrassed in front of us."

Because it was evident to all the boys that the brownie was trying to flirt Delia and they knew that Delia wasn't aware and she was rather trying to sort out the scene. Creating a confusion and mayhem would probably tense and irritate them.

"Thanks," Delia said half-heatedly and walked back to us. The boys sang together in unison, "We are sorry, Delia!"

Delia blushed and she ran towards us hugging us in utter embarrassment.

"Yeah, yeah, that's okay," I scowled at them from my friend's behalf.

They smiled in some sincerity and continued loud chit chats with themselves, it wasn't about Delia, so she relaxed.

We went our rooms after having a guzzling lunch at the canteen, seeing new seniors who were giving various kinds of random remarks and looks to everyone and since it was lunch time, our boys had already occupied all the places in the canteen purposely teasing the seniors. There was a little fight scene but the black haired guy, uhm, Ryan, yes, he resolved the fight saying that he was giving treat to our batch and everyone formed one group at one corner, the boys of course. He looked with a blank expression towards Delia asking if she'd join but Delia looked away. Somehow he looked for a second at me and it was a quite a stare. I gave a terse smile an looked away as well.

Ryan shook his shoulders and there were lot of guffaws, cheers and roars within the boys' gang as they guzzled everything in canteen.

The girls kept on ignoring and later we left the place after we were done. I saw Ryan looking at me as I left but I guess he subtly looked in other direction as I was about to catch him noticing me. Or maybe I was imagining things. Anyways, the unity thing was the only good thing in the boys.

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We were little tired, so we took bath one by one and cleaned our little spoil room and prepared our meals for dinner, all three of us. Somehow to enlighten Delia's mood, we played, "I will be there for you", "Taki, "Taki," on low speakers and continued our chores. Delia rolled her eyes,

"Was was I supposed to be their victim. It was my damn JUST the first day." She complained.

"Things happen, Deles. Chill out." Margot said.

"Phew," She blew a strand of hair

"Deles, you should be careful with that brownie, you've no idea. He's a flirt." I said with a serious look.

"I will," she puckered her eyebrows.

"We are serious," Margot shouted.

"Okay," Delia sighed.

"His name? You've any idea?" I asked.

"Daniel, I think."

"Curses upon him." Margot gave a horrendous smile.

...

WE had our dinner peacefully. Everyone drifted off to sleep within few minutes, no phone-ups and chats or songs. I lied on my bed for few minutes, reminiscing the nascent memorizes I've made today. But they were not entirely good. What was good by the way The Unity? Haha.

Seniors... what would they do? I knew something was going to happen and it wasn't good. Will they catch Delia again and rag her, or will it be Ryan? Or will it be those boys? Or will it me me or Margot? The thought scared me. But hey, this was just college and everything is supposed to be fun, little fun, so why was I scared. I chilled out immediately. These Seniors wouldn't war-whoop at our rooms. Would they? NO, no no! They won't ambush us at the campus, hopefully.

My thoughts shifted from Florida to Japan. Mom and Dad... I wonder what they were doing right now.

Then, Tyson and others, are they missing me? Why would Tyson miss? He'd Ashlene. Why would others miss. They must be busy at the battles only. But wasn't Kai supposed to send at least a message of 'Hi" or "hello" ?

I felt the pain impinge suddenly. I scowled and turned towards the wall, staring the moonshine reflecting on the wall. I took my phone and texted him:

Hi, I hope you're not still upset with me. How are you, by the way? Missing me? I'm okay. College went fine and we had good unity within our batch. You say, is Tyson still battling you?XD

Good night, speak soon, Love.

A/N: Such a long Chapter, isn't it? The ragging part was nothing here. There is more and hugely more there. So probably the next Flashback will be entirely dedicated to Hilary's life. Good luck. XD Oh yes, say about Ash's part as well. A confession gone right it was XD

Just so that it doesn't confuse you, Hilary's Flashback is of much time back (2014 year) and Ash's and Tyson's Flashback is little ahead (2016 year) so don't get confused that how Hils visited Japan when she had her first day at College. Please, if any doubts, do ask.

Thanks so much for the reviews :D

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Reply to Guest11: Thanks so much again for reviewing. Here was the FB. Hope you like it ^_^

P.S: Listen :Turn back time by Daniel Schultz, its amazing :D