Ten Ways Chapter 2: Hectic Day, a beyblade fanfic

TEN WAYS

Chapter One:

Hectic days

Hello, I'm Cleo Katherine Dawson. You can call me Cleo, like most people, but I do prefer if you call me Kath or Kat. I don't appreciate people calling me Kat-Kat or Dawson. Please. I want to slice of their tongues. And no, I am not normally violent. But whatever…

Anyway, I know you're not here to listen to my pathetic blabbering about my life so I'm going to shut my trap now and start..

It all started a year ago when i was sent to detention again…

Today started as any other day, I woke up late and quickly took a bath. I blow-dried my hair (I am not vain. It's just that when I don't blow-dry it, it becomes frizzy. And I don't like it.) as fast as I could. And rode my bike to school. I just love mornings, fresh and … well, that's about it.

It's fresh.

I glanced down at my class schedule, I've been using this schedule for three months already and I still can't memorize it. Ugh. Government class was up first and our 'teach hates late comers. Oops. My alarm clock's bad.

I peeked inside and spied what Mr. Sanchez was doing. He was writing something on the board, talking about oil prices and America. I glanced at my reflection at one of the hallways glass windows.

You see, our school is like a maze, a turn here and a turn there. I know you people have watched a Japanese film, even once in your life, remember what the school looked like? Yeah, ours is just like that. Glass windows, long white corridors, a large clock facing the gates, etc, etc.

I hid my small sling bag behind me, it a good thing I only use small bags, and peeked in again. Mr. S was turning away from the door, finding something about his stocks of books. He always carried five big books with him. Poor guy.

I tip-toed inside the room to my seat by the front aisle. I choose this particular position because it's easy to get in without being noticed.

"Miss Dawson, late again aren't we?" I heard Mr. Sanchez say, I turned around and smiled sheepishly at him, "What's your excuse this time eh?"

He furrowed his thick dark brows together as he glared at me through his thick round glasses. Sometimes I wonder why he has a bald head and a pair of thick brows, shouldn't he have bald brows too?

"I'm waiting." Mr. Sanchez pressed on when I didn't answer.

"Uhmm," I started, glancing at my classmates who were all trying to hold in their laughs in, quickly I turned my attention to Mr. Sanchez, "I was rushed to the emergency room." I don't know, it was just the first thing that popped into my mind.

"And why is that?" he asked, oops I hadn't thought of that.

"I was uhmm," I replied, then I remember a quote I once read, "taken to the emergency room because the doctors wanted to make me undergo plastic surgery. They said that cuteness, like me, can't possibly be real."

I heard some laughs behind me.

Mr. Sanchez raised a brow at me, he only stood a finger taller than me, he smiled. "That excuse is even worse than the time alien's tried to drown you," he said with a singy (is there a word?) tone of voice, "Sorry, Dawson, rules are rules. Detention."

I gaped at him. "For what?"

"For being late since the first day of school up to this day," he answered, pointing to the open door, "And for trying to make me believe in your absurd tales every damn morning."

"But, I wouldn't be telling you if you don't ask."

"Go. Detention. Now."

I huffed as I turned towards the door and on to the famous detention room or D-Room as my friends would call it. For me, it's D-Hell.

"Hey Dawson," Mrs. Andrews greeted as I entered the famed room. She was the one watching us, trying to make sure we don't escape. "Back so soon? You were just here yesterday afternoon."

I handed my detention slip to her and watched as she signed it to conform that I did come to D-Hell. "Don't ask." I said turning towards an empty seat by the back. There were two guys by the corner talking to each other in whispers and looking at me from time to time.

It was pretty freaky.

I heard the door open and quickly turned my attention to the door. Oh my god. What are the odds? It's…

"Valkov, what you in detention again?" Mrs. Andrews asked as soon as Tala closed the door. I can feel the butterflies. I watched as Tala Valkov made his way to Mrs. A so gracefully that I felt like a klutz, well I am but whatever. He looked like he was just floating.

How can such grace be combined in one person?

"Yea." He replied in his irresistible voice that made me jump a little. He handed her his detention slip and turned towards the vacant seats. He walked towards me. I bit my lower lip, it seemed like everything was going in slow motion.

Is this love?

As he passed by me, I forgot to breathe. I heard the chair behind me creak; we had pretty old chairs in D-Hell. I heard him sigh. Oh Tala, Tala. If for just one day you'll talk to me, even for just one day.

"Hey." I heard him speak. I forgot to breathe again. Is he talking to me? Or to the other guys at the corner? Should I turn around? Ohh, how I wish Hilary was here, she'd know how to act in these kinds of situation.

"Hey you, Cleo." I heard him speak again. God, did he just say my name? I love the way my name sounds with his voice. It sounds like klieh-yoh instead of the usual clay-oh. Help me, I might pass out. I gulped as I tried to turn dramatically.

Riiip!

So much for a dramatic turn.

I gasped again and stared at my shirt. It somehow got stuck in the chair and got ripped. Oh no. No. No. Please.

"No. No." I said looking at my shirt. It was my favorite tee. Even though it looked simple, not like what Kate would wear, I loved it. With it's apple green color complimenting my skin tone, which is pale, and it's perfect fit—not too tight, not too loose. Just perfect and it's perfectly ruined now.

"Oh, that sucks." Tala asked, leaning down to him me get my shirt out of a loose nail, "Don't move okay?"—he briefly glanced up at me then back to the shirt—"I have an unused shirt in my car, do you want it? Maybe you won't like cause it's just plain white. But it's for a girl."

Stupid T-Shirt. It's grabbing Tala's attention from me! Grrrr.

"Is it for your girlfriend?" I can't help but ask.

"No, actually," he replied, chuckling a bit, "It's for my sister. But she's not here right now. I can just buy her another one."

I felt my knees melting, what a good brother you are. Awww.

"No, its okay." I replied as we finished fiddling with the shirt, "I don't want you to waste your money; besides, I can always find a needle and sew it."

He smirked at me as he stood up, "Wait here." He said, walking towards Mrs. A. I raised a brow, what's he going to do now? He talked a bit with Mrs. A and walked back towards me.

"Come on," he said, motioning his head towards the door, when I didn't budge, he grabbed my hand resting on the desk and dragged me outside.

I stared at our linked hands all the way to his car. I knew his car all too well. It was a black Audi R8. I sighed, all good luck must have drifted towards Tala when he was born. He had a loving family, even though his parents are divorced, they are still on good terms with each other.

He had an older sister who looked and walked and dressed like a model.

He had good looks, with his spiky red hair and tantalizing blue eyes. That's why most people in our school call him 'The Handsome Devil'.

And it's true.

He's rich; his dad is a CEO in some company. And no, I am not a stalker. I just happen to know these things because my other friend, Fuko, is friends with him.

"You okay? You seem to be zoning out."

I jumped a little, stepping lightly on his feet. "Oh, sorry. I'm such a klutz." I said, bending down to wipe his sneaker clean, "I think I was born with two left feet and two left hands. And the problem is I'm right-handed. Someone up there must really hate me for making me like this, I mean, come on—"

"Pause." Tala said, grinning, he pulled me back to my feet, "Why were you bending?"

"I'm going to clean your sneaker." I said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Tala raised a brow then chuckled, "Why?" he asked, "Are you my maid?"

"Uh, no." But I would gladly be. If that means I get to see you every waking minute of my life.

"Glad we cleared that out." He said, leaning closer. I felt my heart stop. If I am going to die here right now, at least let Tala kiss me first before I die. I felt something soft being handed to me, "Here you go. A fresh clean white shirt."

I reluctantly glanced down at the white shirt in my hand. I must have looked tormented because he asked, "What's wrong? You don't like it? I know it isn't that in style. But at least it doesn't have a huge rip in it."

"No. No. That's not it." I replied, waving my hands with my words, "It's just that.. This is supposed to be for your sister."

"I told you, I can just buy a new one," he replied, slamming the door shut, "besides, I think she's painted way to much shirts."

"She paints shirts?"

"Yep. Hobby of hers. Parents don't approve we keep it a secret."

Sigh. He's trustworthy too. "Oh," was the only reply I could formulate. All these happenings weren't still imprinted on my mind, I feel like I'm in a wonderful dream.

I heard the bell ring, time for my art class. Oh my god, I actually remembered it. Shit. I hate art maybe that's why I always remember it.

"Time for second period," Tala said, beside me, "See you around, Dawson." And with that he turned to the other direction, leaving me there in the center on the hallowed hall staring at his back.

"He remembered my surname." I muttered, dreamily as I walked towards my art room.

I didn't like art not because I didn't know how to draw, I didn't like it because everybody expected me to do everything just because I'm quite good at art.

Plus, Kai's in that class too. He is the most annoying person ever. The most sarcastic too. Never meet a tongue like his, and no, I don't mean it like that you green minded person.

I sat in my usual place with my brush and palate, ready to paint my happiness out. I saw Hilary enter the room from the corner of my eyes and instantly all the guy's eyes were on her.

She was sassy, beautiful (she often enters beauty contests), has a bright smile, tall, has boobs and a nice ass and she possesses that stupid-damsel-in-distress most of the guys fall for.

I actually feel friend-envy.

"Heey, heey," Hilary said to me as she sat beside me, "Ugh. I had the most stressful morning, ever."

"The morning is just beginning." I replied, glancing at my wrist watch, "It's only second period."

"So?"

I rolled my eyes at her and turned my attention to Mr. Aqua (I call him this because his eyes are the color of aqua. Now I have teacher-envy.) I glanced around the room, no Kai. Perfect.

As if on cue, a knock came at the door. Kai. I should have known.

"Sorry I'm late. Had a little traffic down the hall." He said, smirking. He had some blood on his lips, i'm guessing he had a fight again. He walked past Mr. Aqua and sat on the stool a few rows from me. Good.

"Yes. I can see." Mr. Aqua said, "You better go to the nurse and get a cold compress on that."

"Hn." Kai replied standing up and walking out the room.

Mr. A cleared his throat, "Now, where were we?"

"Modern art." I spoke up.

"Oh yes," he said, smiling briefly at me, "Modern art was first discovered in the late 1950's, if this book is correct…"

I sighed as I twirled my brush around my fingers. Another boring art period.

Okay. I bet you're thinking, 'get to the point already!' or 'We don't want to hear about what happens every period!'. Okay. Okay. I'll cut this short now, you impatient little elf.

"Hil, you're not eating again?" I said as I sat down in my usual spot in our table. I placed my tray, which contains a healthy diet of a carton of milk, a banana, a ham sandwich and a cup of ice cream for dessert, on the smooth gray table.

"No, Kat, I am not." Hilary replied, sitting opposite to where I was positioned, "I told you, I'm on a diet. I have a contest to enter this year."

"The contest is in January. It's only November."

"So?"

I rolled my eyes again. I can't understand how plenty of guys managed to like her. The I'm-dumb act was so last century. Please. Yes, I know what you're saying, and no I am not an awful plastic friend. Even though, she is like this I love her.

No, I'm not lesbian or bisexual.

I felt someone tap my shoulder, I turned. It was a young boy. He handed me a little pink slip, "A detention slip?" I asked, raising a brow.

"Dunno." He replied as I took the slip from him, "See yah!" He turned and quickly ran out of the large cafeteria.

Hilary peeked over my shoulders as I opened the note. I opened it as slowly as I could. She groaned, "Faster, sheeesh, we don't have all day."

She took it from my fingers and opened it hastily. "Hil!!" I yelled, trying to reach for the slip, no use, her hands are just too long while mine are shorter.

" Cleo, come to the library after dismissal. Need to ask you something." Hil read loudly, "Signed, T.V."

"TV?" we both said in unison, "Tala Valkov?"

I was having doubts whether to come or not. What if it wasn't Tala? But who could it be? I didn't know anybody else with the initials TV, which I must add are very suitable initials for him.

Addictive and enjoyable.

TV.

Television.

Tala Valkov.

He is perfect.

"Should I go?" I asked Hil as we walked down the white corridors; I held my thick physics books to my chest, "What if it's someone I don't know?"

"Please, it's a library." She replied, rolling her eyes this time, "Don't think of it as a stalker, 'cause I can't think of anyone who would stalk you."

"Should I take that as a compliment or an insult?"

"Hmmm.."

"Hilary! Hilary!" we heard someone call. Hil and I turned and smiled at a redheaded girl who was running towards us, panting. I know her as Clara or is it Claire? I told you, I have a hard time remembering things.

"Coach needs you at the field now." She said to Hilary after nodding at me, "It's about this Saturday."

"Oh, okay." Hil replied, and then she turned to me, "Go to the library. I'll meet you there. See yah!" Then she left with Clara.. or Claire.

I sighed as I continued on my way.

Running towards the library, I bumped into someone. My physics book dropped to the closed floor, I bent down to pick it up but a hand picked it up first. I gazed into deep red crimson that it almost looked black. "Oh. It's only you."

"Yeah. Just me." Kai replied, handing me the book, "You in a hurry, Dawson?"

"Yeah," I said taking the book from him, "So see you."

Kai smirked at me but he stayed in place. I smiled back at him and started walking--"Whoaa!"

"Oops." Kai said, looking down at me, "Forgot to take my feet out of the way. See you, Dawson."

I growled under my breath as I watched him walked away. I rolled my eyes and stood up slowly. I was afraid I'd trip on my feet again.

I entered the library and grimaced. There were a lot of students in this afternoon. It'll be hard to find who TV is, if he or she isn't Tala. I hoped with all my mind that it would be Tala.

Then I saw him, sitting there by the window, reading a book titled Sleeping Doll by Jeffery Deaver—the author of The Bone Collector. Surely you have heard of the movie.

So, Tala likes reading Thrillers. I smiled to myself as I decided to walk past him. If I ask him, 'What does he want' out of the blue, when I'm not even sure if he was the TV who sent me the note, I'd look insane.

I straightened my shirt and faded jeans. I breathe in and out. I cleared my throat as I got near him and started laughing, loudly I might add. I looked at the other direction as I laughed, pretending that I didn't see him.

Thud!

Thud thud thud!

...

thud!!

"Oww." I moaned rubbing my forehead. I glared at the tall shelf in front of me, how come I never saw it? Oh yeah, because I was looking at the other side. Some books fell beside me. Thud. Another red book fell.

I sighed, so much for my graceful attention catching stride.

I felt someone hold my arms and pulled me up. "You okay?" Someone breathed into my ear and I knew the voice all too well. I froze, shivering.

"Are you cold?" he asked again slowly turning me to face him, he had a smirk on his lips, "Didn't you see the shelf? Were you too busy laughing with your imaginary friend?"

I flushed, groaning. Darn it. "I was… thinking… about…. Something…" I spattered, looking into his eyes, his blue eyes meeting my hazel ones. I looked down to my sneakers, my action caused my hair to form a dark curtain covering my flushed face.

Embarrassing.

Tala laughed, "So you got my note?"

I quickly snapped my head up to meet his gaze again, "You really sent that?" I asked, feeling hopeful and high. Not crack high, mind you.

"Yeah," He replied, "I wanted to ask for you number."

I gaped at him for umpteen seconds. Someone drop a truck at me, I must be dreaming.

We messaged and called each other every waking hour of our lives. We started dating and went to college together. He took literature and I took psychology. We got married at a small white chapel at Washington and had three healthy happy kids and LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

Oohh, how I long to say these words. But that's not really what happened, and I'd be fooling you and myself if I wrote that. No, actually everything went to the other deirection…

Downhill. Prepare to crash.

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