THE CAMERA CLUB: Revised Edition PART ONE: Chapter two, a beyblade fanfic

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The Camera Club: Revised Edition

Part One

Revelations

Chapter two

The Beautiful Ones

HOW STUPID CAN I PERSON BE?

Well, not as stupid as me that's for sure. What is wrong with me? Kenny just says and I quote "Can I depend on you?" and whoosh—I quickly jump out of the frying pan and into the fire. I mean, hello, any normal sane person would have turned down that offer. But now that I think about it, I'm no way near normality.

No! I'm not extraordinary. That just sucks.

I really don't understand why people rejoice when they're called 'Extraordinary' or self proclaim that they are. Oh c'mon, don't they grasp the true concept of the word? Extra-ordinary! It's like saying they're too ordinary. They're EXTRA ordinary. It's like saying, "Extra ketchup, please," what does the clerk do? He gives you more ketchup! Do you get me here?

People are so unreasonable.

"Anna!!" I hear Hilary call behind me, I turned around forcing a happy cheerful smile on my face. She slows down with a brow raised, she tilts her head to the side as she looked me in the eyes, "What's the matter?" She asked, sounding a bit worried.

She knows me too much. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Hmmmm, what do you think?

I glanced at Hilary's outfit and sighed. Oh no. She had a red pussycat on her brunette head, three red bracelets and a red messenger bag. I glanced down at my own outfit, I had a green ribbon tying my hair, a green baler and a green backpack.

Yes, we consider our accessories as clothing, since we have to wear uniforms. Accessories spark up life, without them I don't know how I would survive looking like everyone else. It's okay to be able to fit in to everyone else; I just don't want to dress like everyone else.

Hoorah, we look like Christmas.

"Merry Christmas, Hil." I greeted, trying to sound cheerful. But I knew she can see through my eyes and into my soul. Okay, that's a little creepy especially since Hilary has red ruby eyes.

Hilary stares at me for some seconds before she laughed out loud leaning on the wall for some support. I started to laugh too. Her laugh is contagious.

We've known each other since freshman. We both started writing for The Torch at the same year and we're classmates. We understand each other and our love for literature. At first, I was afraid to talk to her because of her eyes, well, I just don't like red eyes. I find red eyes odd. It's like they're not human sometimes, especially when they're angry. The eyes seem to glow.

Yes, THEY'RE. Kai Hiwatari also has red crimson eyes.

She's like the twin sister I never had.

We blend together.

If I had been blonde, we'd be HNHS' Betty and Veronica except that our Veronica has a little more brain unlike the original one.

"Kenny told me he already gave you your assignment, isn't it a bit too soon?" Hilary said after a few minutes of trying to compose herself. We walked towards the cafeteria to eat lunch. I need to eat 300 gallons of ice cream today.

"So what is it about?" she continued, "I heard it was interesting. Is it about this morning?"

Interesting my ass. "What about this morning?" I asked remembering the flyer, "'Hellboy' sighting? Is it true?"

Hilary laughed, "You should ask your boyfriend about that," she started but I quickly broke her off by saying, "He's not my boyfriend. We're just really close friends."

She rolled her eyes at me, "Like it's not obvious, Anns." She placed her bag on a clean table and sat down, observing the students who were lining up for lunch. I wonder what she's thinking about.

Unlike Hilary, I can't read people quickly. I'm not that sensitive to others. So I really have no idea how she feels sometimes, which frustrates her that she has to say every thing.

But hey, this is me.

"Back to topic, please." I interrupted, taking a sit beside her. The cafeteria was crowded today. She sighed and turned her head towards me, resting it on her hands plopped on the table. I can tell that she forgot the topic, "Uhmmm, 'hellboy' remember?"

She laughed, "Oh yeah," she said, "Well, Brooklyn was the one who took the pictures. He had no idea who printed them though. He was furious this morning. It seemed like he could kill."

I looked thoughtful. "Hmmm, really?"

She buried her face with her hands, "I just noticed that you aren't talking much," she said, taking a small peak, "Something happened?"

"Naw," I replied, smiling, "He's just busy. I'm just busy. Advanced Physics is wearing me down. So is college algebra."—I smacked my forehead and quickly took out my algebra notebook—"I almost forgot it. Do you have answers on numbers… three and eight? I couldn't solve them. I hate i's."

Hilary chocked on a laugh, "Number three and eight were the easiest." She said, as she handed me her notebook, "Here. Now how about answering my question before we get off topic again?"

I 'Hmmm'ed a reply as I flipped through her notebook. She has such a neat handwriting that I suddenly feel ashamed of my own one. Mine is not that bad, some people like it, but when you put it next to Hilary.

Okay, no comment.

Hilary grumbled beside me as she tapped her fingers on the table. With a deep sigh, I glanced at her. "It's not interesting at all, Hils. It's about a club, you know the one where Johnny is in."

"Oh! The Camera Club?" she beamed, glancing behind me, "Them?" she jerked her head to the south. I followed her gaze and spotted my next preys. But looking at them, I suddenly feel like the prey instead of the predator. And that's bad.

Okay, chill, Anna, chill.

Beside, what could they do to me? I am Johnny's sister.

Why do I have a bad feeling about this?

I glanced at them as they entered the cafeteria, which seemed to be on mute. They walked like a V with Kai in the front and Rei and Tala beside him, the others walking right behind. I call the members, 'The Beautiful Ones'.

Well, except my brother maybe. Haha. Just kidding.

Kai was leading the group since Robert… I forgot the family name, sorry…disappeared late last year.

Yes, disappeared.

He just vanished. The next thing I knew they were all wearing black and red and walking around like zombies until Kai took over and somehow managed to pull the members together.

I remember making a survey about Kai once, Kenny's orders. I can almost hear the answers of the students when I asked, "How do you describe Kai Hiwatari?"

They all had the same answer…

"W-well, I think that…. Kai's… a bit of a mystery…" Rose, the resident nerd, said, "He's as hot as sodium ammonium dichloride placed over a 100 degree boiling Ununquadium." I just gaped at her as she said that, getting more hyperventilated each passing word.

I have no idea what sodium ammonium dichloride is. Do you?

"ACK! KAI IS SOOOO HOTT!!" The cheerleaders yell at me when I asked them, their saliva showering my face. I hate surveys. "KAI IS SO HOT!! SO HANDSOME! SO SMART! AHHHHHH! KAI! KAI! KAI IS SO HOT!! SO HANDSOME! SO SMART! TALENTED!..." I didn't bother listening to their cheer anymore.

I needed a bath.

"OH MY GODDDDD!!" Micheal screams at me, receiving yet another full shower of saliva, "He is sooo yummy! Hmmm, hmmmm, I wanna lick him all over. So sizzling. Rawr."

It was horrible. I shaked my head to make the memory go away. I couldn't sleep that night after hearing what Micheal had to say. I mean, I never imagined him to be so in touch with his feminine side so much.

Oh well, respect, respect.

Hilary kept tugging my sleeves as she tried to hide her squeals, like almost all the girls ,and some guys too, in the cafeteria. It seemed like only Lucy and I aren't squealing, but then again she's blind so I guess she doesn't count.

It's not that I don't find Kai and the other club members hot or something like that, it's just that they hang around my house sometimes, and it's irritating.

They are so noisy.

I can't write and think.

They are also nosy especially Enrique, which reminds me I need to bonk his head for getting me late this morning.

"I can't believe you're going to be interviewing Kai and his hot hot hot hot hot hot club for three months," Hilary whispered, squeezing my arm, until it turned white that I needed to pull it out of her grasp, "You are so lucky! Lucky lucky indeed."

"Ohh, puh-lease," I groaned, moving my sleeve away from her nasty love crazed hands before they completely rip it off, "You want to spend three months interviewing them? Be my guest."

Hilary looked at me disbelievingly, "A-Are you out of your sanity?" she hissed between her teeth, "Girls would kill, yes, KILL, to trade places with you."

I rolled my eyes, "Really, Hilary. I expected more from you," I replied, standing up. My stomach was grumbling and this talk isn't helping at all, "I thought you have a higher view on women."

"I do." She replied, dreamily. I rolled my eyes again, she has no hope. I must go save some others while I can. I hurried to the line, my, my, my, was my stomach hungry. I stood in the line and waited for my turn.

Then something hit me, articles were non-transferable. Once you had accepted an article, there's not backing out. That's why no matter how much Hilary really wanted to trade places with me she can't.

Oh great.

I'm the one who had no hope.

Poor me.

I glanced back at my subjects. They were all laughing boisterously, most of them anyway. Kai was talking to the student body president, Emily. And she was blushing. Great, another one who went astray. I guess it's about the fall dance. Or the Halloween Ball.

I love the Halloween ball, it's my favorite.

The ball was always held in Kai's land. He had lots of land. Wonder which land they'll hold it this year? Hmmm, last year they held it at his glass mansion by the beach. The place was great, I loved that place.

But my beautiful evening was ruined when Tala, Johnny, Enrique, and other brainless jocks, threw me into the pool. Let's not linger on that.

Tyson, Oliver and Bryan were sitted and were already munching away. They were talking, well, Tyson was doing most of the talking-while-spilling-small-bits-of-food on the table.

Oliver laughed and added his own two cents in the conversation.

Bryan was glancing at Tyson's face, a rather disgusted loon on his pale white face.

I quickly shift my gaze over to Johnny, Enrique and King. The two were trying to pull Enrique away from the girls, who seemed flattered by Enrique's attention. Johnny was yelling about something about Enrique's balls being crushed if he doesn't move it.

King added something to the threat.

Enrique glared at his two friends, but quickly bid goodbye from the ladies.

I shook my head, how the women liked them was really mind-boggling.

Miriam, Queen and Rei joined Tyson and the others at the table. Miriam seemed sad or something. Hmmm, I wonder what's wrong? She's the only one who looked like a dead walking soulless zombie.

I nearly jumped when someone blew softly in my ear. I glared at the culprit as I tried to steady my heart, "Really, Brook," I said, "Do you honestly want me to die of heart attack?"

He chuckled, which was like soft music to my ears, as he placed his arms on my shoulder. "If you'd die, I'd follow." He said, kissing my lightly on my cheek. I smacked his arm, shaking my head disapprovingly.

"What?" I said, "You'd surprise yourself to death?"

He chuckled again, "There are so many ways to die, Anns," he started, "You can cut your wrists, slowly and watch as the blade cut into your skin, the way the blade slides into your veins…"

I cover my ears. I hate gory things, I have a wild imagination! Brooklyn pulled my hands away and leaned in closer to my ear, "you can also tie yourself on two horses and have each of them run to the other direction," he continued finding amusement in my suffering, "and feel pain in every part of your body as you feel like being ripped apart, bone by bone, your skin ripping--"

"Stop it!" I said, pushing him away a little, which made him laugh more, "You are so pathetic, Brooklyn. You really want me to die."—I hugged his waist, looking up at him—"But if I would die, I want you to be the last person I see."

He laughed again hugging me back. I only reached an inch above his shoulder blades. He's six two. "Oh yeah, what happened this morning?" I asked, "Hilary told me you were responsible for the pictures."

His expression suddenly changed, "Don't remind me," he said, "I got called to Principal Harry's office all morning. They kept interrogating me about the pictures." He dropped his hands to his sides and pushed me forward.

The line was moving, I hadn't noticed.

"What did you tell them?"

"I said that it was just a manip. I didn't mean to take it out in public."

I looked puzzled. The photo looked real. "What? It was just a manipulation?" I asked, my brows nearly reached one another in my frustration.

He leaned in my ear and whispered, "Of course not. I really did see a 'hellboy' thing."

"Oh." Was all the answer I could come up with. It was real. A hellboy was real. Here in our school, in our city. It was supposed to be Brooklyn's big article but someone got it out first.

That really pisses me off.

Brooklyn must have noticed my troubled expression so he changed the topic, "I heard Kenny already gave you your next article." He began, pushing me forward again. Really, I need to be more attentive to the line. "Isn't it a bit too early, Anns? It's exam week next week. Don't you want to concentrate?"

"Do you want me to die from all the studying?" I replied, crossing my arms in front of me, "Why do I have this feeling that you really want me to die?"

He chuckled, bonking me lightly on the head, "I would never let anything happen to you," he said, "I'll keep you safe from everything that could inflict damage on you."

"Damage?" I repeated. He just smiled. That was a heavy word, I felt like a machine. Damage.

"Even if it meant staying away from you." He added, then he laughed, "you should be more attentive to the line. Move it." He pushed me lightly forward. I glanced at him before I turned to the cafeteria lady.

Finally, I can feed my stomach.

College Algebra was next.

I hate algebra.

I hate imaginary numbers.

Why do we have to study imaginary numbers? They are imaginary plus it's not like you'll ride the bus and the driver tells you that the fee is 3√3i. It's totally useless.

I entered the classroom, avoiding the flying paper planes and shoes. I hurried to sit by my seat at the last row by the window. The only thing I love about Algebra is our seating arrangement. I love being at the back.

"Hey Anns," I looked up and smiled at Tala. He, Tyson, Kai and Enrique were also in this class, another percent down. He took his place on the desk beside me, a small space for passing separated us.

"Johnny asked me to tell you that he has something else to do after school," he continued, "he said, 'Go home alone. I'm not driving you.'"

"Oh. Okay." I replied, "Thanks for telling me anyway." He nodded once then turned towards the backboard where some students were doodling.

I continued to stare at him. Tala had the bluest eyes I have ever seen, strong artic sea kindda blue. He had the reddest hair, shaped like devil's horns, and it actually fits him. He's tall and toned too. It's not questionable that he has his own fan site.

They really are the beautiful ones.

"Hey Anna," I heard someone call, I broke my stare at Tala and turned to Enrique, who had a disbelieving look in his face. He wiped the side of his mouth then pointed at me; I raised a brow, what was his implying?

I couldn't understand.

Can't he just say it?!

"Wipe your drool." Enrique said, throwing his handkerchief at my face. I glared at him. Did he think that I was staring at Tala because I like him? Ugh. I bent down and picked up my shoe and throw it at his back, while he was talking to Venice.

He turned around and quickly walked towards me.

He bent down beside me, taking my hands in his, "I'm sorry, love," he started, "But I like Venice more now. I'll always have a very special place for you here in my sad heart. I wish you happiness."

I pulled my hand away and bonked him the head twice. He sat on the floor, rubbing his head. "Idiot," I said, "I almost got expelled this morning! I told you I can't afford to be late again."

He stared at me like I'd just spoken to him in Martian language. After a few seconds, he remembered, "Oh, right." He said, "So sorry about that, love. My alarm wasn't turned on. I had a long night you know."

"You always do, rique." As soon as I finished speaking, Mr. Fritzgerald entered the classroom looking flushed. He dumped three thick books on the table and ordered everyone to sit down. Enrique glanced at me before he took his seat near Venice. Kai and Tyson were still not in.

I wonder where they ran off too.

A club affair?

A knock came at the door. It was Tyson. He looked flushed too. "Sorry, 'teach." He said with a crooked grin, "I was eating."

Lie.

I saw Tyson walking out with Kai. Why would he lie?

Not to get in trouble, idiot.

Great, I answered my own question. But I think it's more than that. Why was Mr. Fritzgerald flushed too, like he'd been running 200 kilometers.

"Typical, Tyson." Fritzgerald said, narrowing his onyx gaze, "Take your seat. Where is Kai?" Tyson just shrugged his shoulders. I stared at his face as he walked to his place. He smile at Enrique, who saluted in return, and Tala, who just 'hn'ed.

Something fishy is going on or my name is not Anna Valentine. And I think it has a connection to what happened this morning. They don't move like this. I would know.

Fritzgerald cleared his throat, "Okay, everyone take out your notebooks," he said glancing at our class' seat plan in a red envelope, "I'm going to pick students to answer on the board,"--he looked at each one of us stopping at..—"Amy Time, it's your time to shine. Number one please."

Oh, har, har. That's even cornier than the last time… "Ms. Time," he said, looking all serious, "Can you tell us what time it is?" then he laughed. …although I did smile at that one.

Poor Amy.

But when Valentines day comes, it's my time to shine.

Oh great.

I shift my gaze out the window, the sky was clear blue today. My gaze landed on a figure standing on wing A's rooftop. I titled my head to the side, who could it be? Could it be Kai?

"Turn, turn," I muttered keeping my gaze locked on the figure as it started pacing, "Turn…"

My gaze shifted at someone approaching the said figure. I stiffened, I knew that hair color anywhere. "Brooklyn." I muttered, slowly standing up. I must get to rooftop A. Mr. Fritzgerald raised a brow at me.

Adjusting his reading glasses on his tall aristocratic nose, he said, "Yes, Ms. Anna? Do you want to answer number eight?" Ack, no way. I don't even know how to solve that one.

"Umm, no, thanks." I replied, "I think I'm going to vomit.."—I heard gasps from my classmates—"Because of something I ate."

"Ok. Hurry up now," he said, motioning me out with his hand. I managed to smile at him before I sprinted out. I hurried towards wing A.

You see, our school is shaped like an L standing in front of a mirror. You don't get it? It's like this l l. You get it now?

So any activity in in wing A was open for the entertainment of the students and activities at the wing B was open for the reprimanding of the teachers.

What could Kai want from Brooklyn? Is it about the picture this morning? Johnny looked pretty fucked up about it. A blue bird landed on my shoulder and whistled. I almost fell off the stairs in surprise.

"Edgar, I'm sneaking up here," I scolded, lower my voice. I continued running up. Edgar just kept flying beside me, whistling.

I halted. "Hey! Maybe you can help me!!" Sometimes having the ability to talk to animals is just handy.

"What about now, Anna?" Edgar replied, he had French accent now. He must have transferred to France. "Yer not gettin' yerself in some mess now, are ye?" I stared at him, looking a bit disturbed. He's a French pirate bird? Fantastic.

I love birds. So much I could strangle Edgar.

"Of course not, listen, I just want you to fly up there,"—I pointed to the rooftop—"And please don't be obvious that you're eavesdropping."

Edgar narrowed his big round eyes before taking flight. I grinned, "Thanks, Ed!" I yelled, waving, "Don't be so obvious, okay?"

"'kay."

So all I need to do now is to wait. Easy peasy. I sat on the steps and waited.

And waited.

I stood up and leaned on the wall.

And waited.

I ran up and down the stairs trying not to trip over my own feet.

And waited.

I sat back on the steps where I was sitted before.

"Anna! Anna!" Edgar chirped as he flew beside me, he tugged on my collar, "Let's go. They're comin' down!!"

I stood up and ran down only to trip over my feet because of Edgar, he was blocking my sight. I fell back and stared at the ceiling. My head was spinning. "Ed.." I chocked out, raising my trembling hands to him, "M-my.. neck.. Concussion."

Edgar rolled his eyes, "Are ye stupid?" he asked, flapping his wings, "Concussions happen at the head, mademoiselle." I groaned as I tried to pulled myself upright.

"Ugh, Edgar!" I yelled, glaring at him, "I don't care where a concussion happens. Just help me up and I'll forgive you for blocking my way!"

Edgar paled then he flew out the window. "Good luck, mademoiselle." He called over his back, "Don't look behind you."

Look behind me?

"Anna, were you just… talking to the… bird?"

I groaned. Busted.

"C-Can you help me up first?" I asked, raising both my trembling hands out. Brooklyn was quickly by my side, "Are you okay? What happened?" he asked, his beautiful face turning worried over little me.

"Can we talk later?" I said, "I think I broke my neck."

Brooklyn nodded and quickly scooped me up in his arms. "I'll take her to the nurse," he said to Kai as I buried my face in his shoulders, "Okay." I closed my eyes when I felt that we were walking down the steps, but then I quickly remembered Kai.

I opened my eyes, he was gone.

"It's okay, Anns." Brooklyn said, "I'm here. You okay?"

"I'm okay. It's just my neck." I replied.

He didn't answer. So I just closed my eyes.

The nurse placed some kind of foam around my neck and made me rest. Brooklyn was beside me all the time. I stared up the white ceiling as the nurse talked to him about my condition, they can talk while I'm here, what's with all the privacy? It's not like my days are numbered or something.

What if Rafe finds out about this? He'll freak. Although he is so used to me going to the clinic all the time, he still fears for me. It's normal.

I like Rafe. He's good to me. He's like my dad, they speak kind of the same too. Always in riddles. Johnny hates talking to Rafe because of that. He hates words of wisdom. That reminds me, Johnny. I forgot about him. He'll blame me for not dying while I tripped.

"Anna," Brooklyn spoke up. I stared at him with a startled expression, I didn't notice that he got inside. When I didn't reply, he continued, "How's the neck?"

"It's fine," I replied, my voice cracking a bit, "I'll live. I bet you're disappointed."—I grinned, waiting for his chuckle, but it never came. He just smiled—"What's the matter? Why so down? Do you want me to fall again? I'll make sure I'll die this time."

He took my hand in both of his, "No jokes. Not now. Anna, I heard Kenny assigned you to find out more about the Camera Club." He started, "Is it true?"—I nodded—"I have no other choice then. I want you to drop out of the paper."

I quickly pulled my hand back, "No!" I yelled, glaring at him, "The paper is everything to me. You know how much I love it."

"Don't be so stubborn." He snapped, "This is for your own good. Believe me, Anna." He stood up and walked to the window. His brows were frustrated, he looked tired with the heavy eye bags under his green eyes, and he had an unfamiliar scowl in his face.

He just looked out the window, probably waiting for me to say something.

"Kingston, you know how much I love writing. And you want me to stop," I said, "That's like asking me to stop breathing. You really want me dead don't you?" I paused, "I love it as much as I love you."

He stiffened before he glanced back at me with hard eyes. I almost shivered; I don't like looking at him when he's pissed. I don't want to piss him off, but what he's asking is too much.

Entering the paper was for my own personal growth, I want to be a writer. I want to make people laugh with my writing; I want to inform them, to entertain them, to share my thoughts.

And since I'm not a very good speaker, writing it is.

He bent down on my bed and hugged me for a long time. I was unsure if I should hug back, so I just sat there, unmoving. "Remember what I told you at the cafeteria a couple of hours ago?" he asked, I nodded, he continued, "I'd never let anything happen to you…"

Even if it meant staying away form me. That's what he said. I wonder why he's saying this now. I'm so insensitive. I pulled away from him, "Do we have a problem?" I asked, staring into his eyes, all warm and caring now, "Why do you want me out of the paper?"

"Just because." He replied, as he planted a kiss on my forehead, "I love you." Then he stood up, releasing me from his warm arms.

"A-are you leaving?" I asked, panic running through my system.

"Yeah, still have government." He said, grinning, "I'll pick you up after class. Feel better, ok? Don't worry; I'll destroy the stairs where you tripped. For revenge."

I looked at him puzzled. Is he okay? He's having strong mood swings today. "Brooklyn," I said as he opened the door, "I love you, okay? Get some rest, you look beat."

He grinned, "Sure, Anns." Then the door closed behind him with a light click. I was all alone now.

I stared out the window watching as the birds flew out into the skies. How I wish I could fly. And not think of anything else. Just fly higher and higher and higher… I closed my eyes and continued to stare out the window… and higher.

A/N: Whew! Finally done! Thanks again for those who reviewed. I owe you. Hehe. Anyway, don't forget to leave a review. I love this chapter.

Last chapter's music muse was: Semi-charmed life by third eye blind.

This chapter it's: the beautiful ones by Suede

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