Chapter 34: Mix-up apprehensions.

~This chapter wanted me to kill Hilary, literally.

Kai was out all night. He hadn't planned that way, but after he found out Max's evil plan, he was scared somewhat and he couldn't trust them anymore, so we ambled off, no, hastened out. He never knew when he started the longing contemplation for Hilary and fell in his deepest siesta, and then fell into the most profound sleep ever. He couldn't feel the pain of his arm on which he had leant the whole night that was numb in the morning. That was with him.

The Chinese blader was blithest too, and he was the one most affected and he had begun to utter loud and incoherent and rushed to a room in the hall, and began dancing madly inside, while Max was the only one in the dojo unaffected. He sighed as he heard the song "Let me love you" was played around in high music- the lights were still bright on, but there was nothing he could do, like say, 'enjoy', without the Mariam. He really had his time perfect with her dancing, he remembered the song she was enjoying him before the stupid states taking her over. Now he only was worried about how to make with her the next day in case she was going to be mad with him. He tried calling her, but she wouldn't pick the phone anyway.

When Miriam reached their place, Joseph was extremely worried about her sister, while Dunga couldn't stop killing the blonde, but he was stopped by the other teen and they felt that the things could be better sort out if Ozuma was there. However, she was sure that he was going to chide for being trapped in the trick, yet she couldn't help getting angrier at Max. She felt like she was deceived after she felt that maybe they could be friends and confide in each other. What hurt the most was that though she never allowed any guy, like not even Dunga to mingle much with her, Max was the first one whom she thought to be open with, though she was strong enough on her own and now she was so much hurt.

Nevertheless, Joseph took her to her room and laid her on the couch and putting the clumsy sheets on her. Her face still had that agony and anger as she closed her eyes tight even during the sleep.

"Hmm, I don't understand what she is saying." Joseph said in a worried tone.

"But I get it right clear Joseph, I'm not going to spare that bastard American"

The next day:

Tyson laid one above Hilary on the little bed, deep in the sleep taken by the fuddled states of last night. He was lying with one of his legs around her waist and one arm just below her chest with his face uneasily buried between one side of her neck and her fluffy brunette hair. She had her blanch, yet pale skin visible clear though this blue hair shrugged over her cheeks gently. She wasn't awake, but yet she could feel something heavy on her in her now light sleep, yet she just thought lazily that she must be dreaming, while Tyson had no idea about anything. His room had still the bright lights on despite the cool sunlight that paved through the balcony. You can imagine a small plant in his balcony placed at one end having shimmer of few dewdrops. The fan in his room was violently driving the more cold weather inside and the curtains weren't closed like normally Hilary did before she slept in his room. She always thought that it was more secure not knowing why.

A few seconds later, she could feel the heaviness on her body and that someone's hand below her chest. She shivered at the thought before she gradually fluttered her eyebrows, and saw her best friend who was lying almost above her in an intimate position she never thought of.

My heart skipped a beat just after I opened my eyes I don't know what to think about it. All I feel in myself is: Why did this happen? How did this happen! I feel like crying and run away. I feel like betrayed and taken advantage of my trust and I feel so insecure and naïve. I'm trembling at the contacts we never have before. I can't remember what happened last night. I just can't, I just can't! I just feel like I'm so hurt. I feel like I have ditched my limits and let him more than I should. How can he ever do this to me? Wasn't he the one who always who provided the comfort and safety in my most insecure times, then why Tyson? Why you need to spoil the bond that I defined hundred times a day? I can't…

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sob that was light sounded. She gently and fearfully passed her gaze at him who was still sleeping. She bit the inner side of her lower lip and swallowed while she had the urge to start to snivel at the moment. She felt like invaded. She shrugged him by removing his nudge and whispering his name silently to make sure she doesn't start to sob.

This was too much. They were completely dressed though.

"Tyson…"

He couldn't hear her for the first time.

"Tyson!" she increased her pitch a bit.

"Huh?" he dazzlingly opened his crimson eyes and looked at her, and the moment was accompanied by his shock in their positions and he quickly removed his leg from her upper part of leg and stomach and got off the bed standing a few steps way, while she slowly and in near trembling state got up and just looked down outta of embarrassment and regret.

"How, how did I end up his way?" he said in a shocked voice.

"I don't know." She replied feebly still looking down.

"Hil I don't know how did this happen! Please Trust me! I don't have any idea!" he waved his hands and keeping his distance away from her, he knew how she felt right now. He thought about a second with that confused eyes, " I don't remember anything wha"

"Neither do I" she replied looking at him with the most regretful and small eyes with pale rubies in it.

"Please trust me, I'm sorry, but I really don't remember anything."

"It's fine." She gulped shortly and moved back a bit as he paced forward unknowingly, "I don't know anything either. All I remember is that we had a party last night and we were sitting on the couch and then….I can't remember anything Tyson." She nearly hiccupped as she don't want to trust what the worst could have happened.

That was simple. Hilary was sensitive, and now because she dint have anyone of hers of her blood in this world, she had deserted herself from everyone, and now if something happened like this, there was nothing wrong if she felt insecure right this moment or if she was going to feel like she was cheated, but the sad truth was that there was nothing wrong he intended to with her.

He shortly looked at her with slight glaring expression of like she did not trust him and like how she behaved.

"Hil, trust me, I'm surprised the same way as you are, I don't know anything. Please don't be suspicious." He couldn't believe he said that, he soon realized that he gave more pace for more suspicion rather.

"Yea-" she nodded feebly, reluctantly, yet just to give him satisfaction, she couldn't effort arguing him and letting him know that this was so deceptive she felt.

"Fine, now calm down." He walked towards her slowly being calm, trying to slow down, and making her sit on bed. He turned back and walked few steps holding his forehead in his weary hands thinking what the hectic he had done last night and how was he supposed to clear the complicated mess.

Man, I have no idea how this happened, how did I slept over Hilary? I am so confused. I don't know if I got pissed off last night, no, I dint drink last night, it was just Max gave us one, Hmm. Then what about Hilary, how come she doesn't know anything either. Oh my, damn it! What you have done Tyson? How are you going to convince her? Oh my, I just wish if she could trust me, but there's no shock if she feels weird about this (sighs in despair) Any girl would have been this way if they happened to end up this way in a morning with her best friend. Darn it! I'm just getting freaky!

"Hilary…" he said slowly.

"Huh?" she whispered.

"I don't understand what happened last night, all I remember is Max giving us drinks and we were just sitting there." He explained still not facing her.

"Uhm."

"Hmm." He felt more pissed off at her reaction.

Slowly there was a knock on the door, he headed to open it.

"Max?"

"Hi Tyson," He faked smile.

"Hi, hmm, get inside." He gave him way to enter inside.

"Thanks." He walked inside with a fear in him as he saw some sort of worry pave over Tyson's clear eyes and he was sure that the things might have went worse than they just thought of helping them confessing. He glanced over Hilary who clearly looked dismayed, her face that was hanging down and she didn't even said a 'hi' when he strode in, being really in her contemplation deep. However he shifted his gaze back to Tyson as they walked inside and stood adjacent to walls tending to initiate some conversation.

"Uhmn, Tyson, you alright?"

"Yea," he sighed slightly.

The blonde raised an eyebrow pointing to Hilary asking his friend what was with her. The champ just shrugged weakly with his down face.

"Are you alright Hil?" the blonde questioned directly.

"Fine Max!" she managed to yell a bit.

"Oh."

"Maxie, how did you showed up early?" he sweatdropped.

"Just thought of waking you guys and call down for some practice, but I dint know that you were already awake." He lied.

"Oh."

"Maxie, is everything alright?" he asked in careful tone trying to make him understand what he actually intended. The blonde knew but he oughta pretend like it was nothing and he didn't get it.

"Yeah, sure." He said formally.

Tyson walked towards her a bit and uttered, "Just wait, I need to talk something to max for some time. Just don't mind, I will be back." He tried to smile. The poor girl nodded and he walked with his friend out of the small room after he carefully slid back the door

"Wheew." Tyson sighed after they walked out and stood opposite to his door out of the room.

Hilary was still sitting and she wondered what he wanted to say to Max, but she nevertheless sat helpless looking at the place where she lied a few moments before.

"What's the matter Tys?"

"Max…"

"Tell me Tyson, is everything between you two?"

"That's what Max; I don't know what happened last night."

"I don't get it."

"Max, can you tell me what happened down yesterday with us?" he said with the surety that it would be the stupidest question.

I know what he is asking. But how am I supposed to say what we did to them last night. Forgive me Tyson, but I'm feared that you will be angry at us, so guess I don't have any choice except to pretend. I have much more to deal with Mariam myself.

"What?" he nearly laughed, "Don't you remember?"

"That's what! I can't remember anything."

Hilary by this time felt like she oughta to listen their conversation so she stood up slowly and with careful paced headed to the door eavesdropping.

"Well, nothing happened. You just two walked away after sometime upstairs and we felt like maybe you are tired so we dint bother you." he tried to calm his friend.

"Oh."

"Why? Is something wrong?"

"Yes Max. I-"

"Uh?"

"Max, when I woke up, I just found myself..." he gulped as he couldn't manage to get the courage to spit the truth.

"Wha?"

"I was lying above her. I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW THIS HAPPENED!"

"You mean-"

"Please don't say anything; I don't know how this happened neither does she." He sighed painfully as he felt his heart pounding.

I couldn't stop myself from letting a tear, very painful one, yes, very painful one stream through my eye as I heard him speak that to him I just found myself shattered, the thing that hurt me wasn't his confidation to Max , but the fact that he wasn't responsible for anything. Then how did this happen? How did this happen? (she sobbed mentally) Please god! Don't be harsh at me! Please leave me!

I still don't want to talk to him for whatever he wasn't yet responsible for but what just happened couldn't let me trust even my own ears what I hear. I don't understand this!

So I really felt the sky above me falling

My mind, heart and soul shouting

Behind the façade, we are not beautiful

Behind the doors, everything seems so painful

Why do I need to let go of what I had

When it was mine and I thought it as bad

Why do I shatter myself like a glass?

Why do I turn to him at last?

So why do we need to be unappreciated?

Can't we be just friends like I predicted?

Yeah, was I scared to be lonely?

Was I fragile and trusted you only?

Did I cheat you ever?

Did I behave like I was clever?

I want to let go, let go

Don't want this pain to grow more.

A/N: I can't believe I'm free today. Eid Mubarak to everyone who are celebrating it! ^_^ I somehow managed to re-read and prof this chapter before posting today. One more to go and we are there ACTUALLY where we were supposed to be!

Well, quote of the…(day? Chapter? My snide mind?)- If you'd abled for me to smile in my worst moods, I promise you to return it!