Whoa Chapter Two ( :

Exciting isn't it?

Hope you guys liked chapter one as much as I enjoyed typing it

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Xoxo,

-Suki

RIINGGG! Tyson's alarm clock rang in his ears, "Noo...Not now..." Daichi grabbed a pillow, throwing it on Tysons face. "We're gonna be late! We've got to go meet the new girl, and everyone's waiting for us at the Arena!" Daichi looked panic. His green-blue eyes were wide, and his spiked up red hair, was sticking in thirty different directions.

Groggily, Tyson rubbed his eyes, "Wha? New girl?"

Daichi grabbed his shirt, "HURRY UP!"

Suddenly, Tyson remembered that Kenny was saying a new girl came last night! Tyson hopped out of bed, quickly stripping out of his pajamas.

"WELL I DON'T WANNA SEE THAT!" Daichi screeched.

"SO GET OUT!" Tyson snapped back. Irritated, he got dressed quickly, and without even thinking of breakfast, fled out the door, with Daichi at his heels.

Tyson moaned, "It's your fault if we're late, you know that? Ya shoulda woken me up sooner!" Daichi frowned, running beside Tyson, "You should have set your alarm earlier Princess!"

"You should have gone to be earlier Daichi," Tyson gritted his teeth. Daichi stuck out his tongue, "You should grow more brains, but apparetly it's not gonna happen, is it?"

"You really piss me off, you know that?" Tyson spat.

Daichi grinned, "A job well done."

Kenny nervously checked his watch, "They're gonna be late Max!" Max nodded, "I know...What's taking them so long?" Mr. Dickinson smiled, while he pointed his finger to the boys. Tala, Rick, Lee, Brooklyn, Dunga, Claude, Bryan, Miguel, Joseph and so on, all awaited the arrival of The New Girl, and Kai's new coach.

The boys said nothing, but they couldn't help and stare. They're coach was huge. About 300 lbs. all hard-core muscle, and short buzzed, blonde hair; he wasn't going to go easy on the Kai's team.

His bright blue eyes peirced into the boys sending shivers down spine. Kai was the only one who seemed un-nerved by this mans actions.

Then, she arrived and so did Tyson and Daichi, stomaches growling, they barged open the door, exhausted. Kenny's jaw dropped open, "Tyson!" he hissed.

Tyson looked up, and then, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. The girl was wearing a gothic/punk mini dress. Black, pink and white. She had short black boots on, and she had a golden tan all over. Long, spiraling caramel curls hugged her body, and her milk chocolate eyes were netural. No sign of emotion in them, but that didn't make her any less beautiful. She was, in fact, the most gorgeous girl Tyson had ever seen, and he could not take his eyes off her.

"...And this, Coach Mitchell; Ashlee, is Tyson! Last year's champion!" Mr. Dickinson nodded proudly. Tala coughed, trying to supress his laughter. Kai smirked, shaking his head. Hilary walked over, smacking Tyson's head. "Say hello!" She smiled politely at Ashlee, "Hi I'm Hilary, nice to meet you." Wow, Hilary thought quickly eyeing Ashlee up and down; this girl's a freaking model!

Tyson suddenly felt humiliated, he must of looked disgusting. No shower, no brush your hair; he hadn't eaten, so his stomach wouldn't shut up worth crap.

The girl known as Ashlee, folded her arms, frowning. What it is up with his staring? It's beginning to get annoying. Tyson cleared his throat, "Err...I'm Tyson, nice to meet ya, I um... Was the uhh...errr...The..Um..." Jesus! Her freaking eyes are like, boring into my head! And she's so pretty, how can I concentrate on words when she's so... close to me? Tyson swallowed hard.

Suddenly, Hiro appeared, "That's Tyson, my younger brother. And I'm Hiro, pleased to meet the both of you." Hiro shook Coach Mitchell's hand. Mitchell smiled,

"Thank you for such a warm welcome, it's also very nice to meet you and your team. Your younger brother looks alot like you."

Beaming, Hiro nodded, "Yes, thank you. And you must be Ashlee; Mr. Dickenson's told me quite a bit about you, it's an honor to finally get to see you in person..." He paused, smiling. Whoa, what a beauty!

"And might I add, Coach Mitchell," Hiros eyes never left Ashlee's, "You have a very beautiful daughter."

Coach Mitchell smiled a thank you, and squeezed Ashlee's shoulder, whispering something into her ear. "Behave yourself please, I'll be back in a few minutes."

Ashlee scoffed, turning to face the windows that were letting the sun shine through. Mr. Dickinson and Coach Mitchell walked into another room, talking about Beyblades, The Army, which is what Mitchell does; he's a Colonel Sargent, and about politics.

Left alone with a bunch of perverted snotty teenage boys, how thrilling, Ashlee thought. She frowned as she eyed each one, looking them up and down. Neither of them met her gaze, they simply looked down at the ground. Daichi turned bright red, and stared at ceiling. She's staring at me, holy crap! What do I do?!

Finally, Kai spoke, "What's your name?" Everyone stared, amazed Kai even spoke this newcomer.

Ashlee said nothing, her eyes now a dark brown, almost black. Tyson studied her, Ashlee's eyes changed color? What is she like, a walking mood ring? Tyson suddenly became irritated with this girl.

When Ashlee spoke, her voice was loud and clear; intimidating and cold, "Don't you have manners? It's common courtesy to give your name before asking for someone else's."

Kai raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by Ashlee's remark, "Kai is my name, and you would be?"

"Ashlee." she frowned.

"OK then, Ashleeeeee," Daichi stretched out her name, saying it with annoyance. "How old are ya?" he challenged.

Not even the least bit fazed by Daichi's attitude, she scoffed and muttered, "I'm not obliged to answer..."

Now, everyone was surprised. Even Hiro glared at little. Who was this girl? And who did she think she was? Tyson opened his mouth to say something, but one quick, cold glare from Ashlee, and he felt as though every nerve in his body froze, and his heart stopped beating all together.

Tyson balled his hands into tight fists, his nails digging deep into his clammy palms. Am I...Shaking? Why do I feel as though my hearts stopped beating? Is it...Love?

Shaking his head, Tyson stared at Ashlee, her eyes drilling holes in his brain. I'm...I'm afraid of her. But, how? How can I be afraid of this girl? What is going on?