Chapter 49: Tipsiness- Goodbye, Hiromi.

~Our moments were beautiful coincidences; they seemed destined, self-compulsed by you and not whole hearted.

There was still a weak for their results and that kept Hilary with them still, together. It all went good until one day when everything seemed irreparable.

It all started when Tyson was invited to a party from one of his classmates. Though he had asked Hilary alone to come, she had refused him. However as too excited he was, he went alone getting dressed in a white shirt and navy blue ripped Jeans.

It went good and fine until, he got heavily drunk and returned home in that state. When he entered, his blurred vision witnessed Hilary, Kai and Kenny having a chit chat along working on Ray's Drigger and Max's Draceil. Sensing his inside fuming up watching his captain and his girl sitting together and enjoying turned his gears, his face showing no good signs of his mood.

"Tyson, you are late…" Hilary said cheerfully not fully noticing him.

His smile only became more evil as he approached her.

"What happened to you?" Kai quirked an eyebrow.

"Nothing that you've to be concerned about." He said darkly. Hilary still didn't notice as her eyes were concentrated more on Kenny hands doing the work of their beyblades.

Before Kai could stop him from doing anything, he blew over Hilary's ear making her jump back in utter fear of jolt.

"What do you think-!" she shouted but only stopped when she realized how his breaths smelled, clearly showing he was tipsy.

"Tyson, you're drunk! Get away from me!" she shouted, anger forming on her brows, "Go to your room. Now!"

"I will Hil, but I need you to come along with me…" He said as his steps forwarded towards her.

"Tyson stop this!" Kenny yelled as the boy got frightened.

"Tyson, leave Hilary now." Kai said him firmly coming in between him and Hilary. Hilary held Kai's shirt from the back, fearing almost to death.

"You-" he pointed, "Kai something Wari Jari and you girl, Hilary something Tachi Bachi, I'm not leaving anywhere! You've spend the whole lot time with her fucking when I was away and now you're stopping meh! That's unfair!" he said sadistically, smirking evilly.

"Tyson shut up!" Kai punched him on his stomach. He bend down holding his stomach hard while Hilary pleaded Kai to not to fight.

"Don't worry; I'll not beat him anymore." He assured.

Tyson winced in pain, decisively pretending and when he grunted further in pain, Hilary became a little worried. She moved forward, standing beside kai, looking Tyson walk away.

She stopped when her wrist was held and stopped by the slate haired teen. Her gaze was focused on Tyson who was struggling hard to climb upstairs. When he did, he slipped off from the first stair and came rolling badly down. That caused Hilary to flinch forward and she escaped the grasp on her wrist and looked worriedly at Tyson.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Go away." He said harshly pushing her, she balanced but stopped Kai from punching him once again, "Kai, I promise you, I will take care of everything, please don't worry. Please leave him alone."

He silently left after casting one doubtful glance at the cheerleader.

"Uhn, Tyson, we can go up. Don't worry, I'm with you, come." She tried her hard to convince him.

"Hmm.." he stood up after a little help from Hilary and put his arm around her shoulder balancing to walk upstairs. Though how utterly Hilary seemed unbalanced fearing if they would fall once again together, it didn't happened. When they were inside his room, she sighed that he was safe now. He slid the door carefully and sat down at the door itself with a thud.

"C'mon, get a bath, then we can sleep." She smiled, her inside throbbing in fear.

"Get yourself a bath! I don't need one!" he yelped.

"Tyson, I'll help you clean your room and closet, and do your homework, if you listen me." She said seeming cheerful when almost tears were rushing to her eyes as she was scared.

"No need…" he looked away, "I don't like you…You're bad."

Her brows rose and formed lines, not wanting to believe what he said, she wiped a few tears and came towards him, sitting down at his level.

"You can't say that; after all, we are best friends."

"You're wrong! You never said what was inside you, you always pretended! I don't like you!" he turned his face away from her; shouting.

Hilary sniveled a little but remained silent.

"I didn't hide anything." She lied.

"You are a liar! You are afraid from yourself, coward!" he moved back from her.

"No! Don't say that!" she closed her ears with her palms.

"Yes you are! Face it! You think you don't have a heart to love! But you're wrong! You have one but you never gave one!" he pointed her shouting angrily filled with fear and hurt.

"I gave it!" she closed her eyes tightly, tears afresh falling again and silencing the room.

She stood up and headed to washroom, her tear stricken face sobbing lightly, leaving him wonder about her words and her again and again.

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Tyson was lying down near the door itself, his back supported by the closed feeble door. His eyes opened when he felt cold water on his eyes. His blurred vison took some time to register he was sitting near the door, half lying.

Rain…

He immediately got up and trotted to the door, hearing the squashing of the harsh yet not heavy rain coming inside his room, wetting some of the carpet, and his footsteps trotting, sliding the doors closed.

His head ached a little and he exactly didn't know how he slept at the door, but since Hilary wasn't around, he didn't have any doubts if anything was wrong.

He looked at the glass door vibrating, the raindrops mixed with fog trailing down like through the grooves, and the sky thundering and clapping lightly. The street was messed in mud and cats escaping inside.

It felt cold in his room. His eyes shifted when he heard a door open, and he saw Hilary strode out of washroom.

She was surprised finding him awake and by the look, Tyson wondered if anything was wrong. Realizing she was staring at him, she broke the glance and looked elsewhere.

"So you woke up finally huh?" she said non-chalantly.

"Uhmn, yeah. Since when it started raining?"

"An hour back." She replied.

She started wrapping her towel and looking for a suitable place to keep it.

"Hilary?"

She turned, her name echoing in her ears once again.

"What did exactly happened?" he asked, a little fear occupying him.

That was what she was feared about. Right now, though the windows were closed, she could hear the clap of thunder and the dripping of rain.

"Nothing much. You just drank a little in the party." She shrugged.

He gulped, his face frightened a little, "Where did you sleep?" he asked quickly.

She sighed, "On the couch."

He sighed, relaxing back.

"Did anything happen?" he asked.

She stared at him for some time, remembering the last night, his words echoing.

"Nope, nothing."

He didn't believe but he got a feeling that nothing too bad had happened and he didn't want to force her tell the truth if she was not willing.

She dried her hair, and cleaned the desk, sorting their books. She wore a full light blue jeans a black full sleeved top as per the weather. He was observing her actions and she knew it. Her mind was not concentrating that she was sorting their mixed books and making different rows of it. She cleared the pencil shedding from her pouch and cleared in dustbin, and reached up to keep it in the rag. In the process, she hit vaguely the corner of the table and winced. That didn't arouse anything until she folded her lips in pain and pulled her sleeve a little up revealing a cut.

When Tyson saw it from the distance, his brows quirked, and Hilary sensing it quickly pulled back the sleeve covering the cut but this only arose more suspicion and he abruptly got up, walked towards her, and took her hand, holding it lightly.

He saw the expression on her face that of pain, and closed eyes, biting in her lips and holding back the pain. Having doubt and curiosity, he pulled her sleeve analyzing her wrist.

There was a small but deep cut on her wrist. Shocked and hurt seeing it, he briefly passed his fingers over it, not pressing it. He looked at her angrily, and frowned.

"What's this!" he questioned in a deep masculine tone.

"Nothing." She looked away. "It's a little cut; I got it when I was cutting apple."

"Liar." He marked confidently, "Tell me everything. Now!" he commanded his voice dangerously low and face close to her.

She could feel sweat forming on her cheek and slid by fearing what will happen. Nonetheless, he kept his glare disinclined.

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After what if felt like a little silence, he felt guilty, "I'm sorry." He said looking down.

"Hmm" she nodded, meaning it was okay. They were still standing near the desk, separated by a chair in between them.

"I don't know what to say more or how to punish myself for continually hurting you. I'm the worst friend you will ever have, I guess." His words were quick but in a low tone, looking at the window behind her, "I should have long back stayed away from you, knowing that I could never make you feel good and only end up breaking you." His words held truth and guilt, a feeling of shame in it.

"That's not true. You haven't always hurt me." She said looking at him, suddenly determined to believe him.

"Hmm…" he sighed.

He was guilty for his iniquity and insolent and mean words he had spoken to her. She revealed everything what had happened but said him like she wasn't troubled of what he said and did to her. She wasn't hurt. But deep inside, they know the truths.

Much to his insistence, she agreed to allow him bandage the wounds, one on wrist other on her left shoulder and another on her arm. He was careful not to hurt the cut, and be soft with his actions. That's when he realized how wrong he was wondering if she will ever understand him. Perhaps their relationship was not more than being friends.

Slowly, he pulled the T shirt around her shoulder revealing a cut a little deep, mediocre on her back. He checked if she was fine, there wasn't any blush which meant she was thinking about something, not bothered or flustered by his actions.

"Hils…" he mumbled.

She didn't replied, maybe didn't hear him exactly. He sighed softly placing his chin on her bare shoulder. "I'm just sorry." His voice was desperate and extremely agonizing; he was guilty too much inside.

"I didn't mind you, you were drunk." She smiled at her corners of lips.

"Are you sure?" he casted a glance at her.

"Yeah." She nodded, "I was just a little worried, and that's all." She shrugged.

He moved back, "And that's why you cried all night and carved those cuts." He said angrily, gritting his teeth.

"Leave it. I was a heck fool Tyse." She winked.

"From now on, you will never worry about me." He said daringly.

"Huh?"

"I promise." He winked back.

She relaxed, looking at the pile of clothes that she had to fold all along herself.

"Good luck." He smiled and strode out. He slid back the door and that smiling face disappeared immediately replaced with a tensed sigh as he lifted his phone.

"Mr. Dickenson?"

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According to Tyson, this was third time he was climbing a small hill, the first time for Ray, second time when he was searching kai and third time, again for him.

He was wearing his jacket and baseball cap. He swiped no sweat from his forehead as he final reached up. This is the best way I should end this... Good luck Hilary, good luck Hils…

"Hey." Tyson swiped a friendly hand on his captain's shoulder.

"Since when did you know I was here?" he said without turning and inserting his ripcord.

"Sorta guessed." He gave a clever smile.

"What do you want…"

"Seriously?"

"Hn."

"Well, I just wanted to tell you sorry for what I said you yesterday while I was drunk" he said slowly taking time to sink in captain's mind.

"Repeat your words." He commanded calmly.

"I said I am very sorry for misbehaving with you and Hilary yesterday." He repeated not losing his cool yet.

"Hn."

"I take that as yes." He half smiled, half nervous.

The blunette noticed how his captain's blade was cutting the grass sharply in one straight go.

"Wanna a friendly match?" he asked.

Kai looked at him, meaning 'yes'.

Tyson took out his ripcord, "You know what..." inserted in its shooter, "I'm gonna gift you one the most beautiful gifts." And inserted his blade, "You just can't imagine but I promise I've intended to bring a huge smile on your face. You win."

Kai was confused at his spoken words, he looked at him with that prominent brows.

"You will get it, very soon. I'm giving you." He smiled with thumbs up and a wink.

With that, the match ended, and he turned, walking away, "I will miss you all."

A/N: Well, I guess this was a quick update. Wasn't it? Thanks so much for the review to the previous chapter. Trust me, I've no idea why I'm updating this but this is it. Please tell me how the quote was. Just tell me how you felt about it, you liked it and your views on it… And of course, the chapter itself was a big turn over here.

I'm hell sure many of you might hate Tyson after this but things in life are actually not so smooth and sometimes they go quite tough and worse than we perceive.

Just to end this, a little quote:

Salima: Hiromi, if you think you've a crush on this guy, you will see it end quite soon but if it grows stronger over time and you just can't think of anything else but him, that's then more than some sort of infatuation. Everything starts to hurt and your patience just starts fading. Trust me, just seek the right path in this time and keep sticking to your patience. Tell him that you've liked him since when you had, only when it is the right time. You never belonged to him if he is not there for you till that right time. You deserve someone else in that case.