Blah. Sorry if this chapter really sucks. I don't like writing about Derrick. Or Dylan.
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Apology: Sorry I kept you guys waiting.
Thanks: to my only reviewer so far...your comment made me happy :D. Sorry if you don't like Claire, but she's the main character and she'll stay that way. More of her story will be told as this story progresses.
Derrick ambled along, seeming completely at ease. He waved cheerily at Dylan, who was entering from the other side.
"Derrick Harrington – physical. Knockout touch. Dylan Marvil – elemental. Manipulation and creation of plants." Read the screen.
Derrick snorted quietly to himself. A pretty little redhead with the ability to control and create plants? Sounded terribly scary. What could she do? Suffocate him with a flower? Crush him with a tree? He quirked an eyebrow, grinning.
The gigantic clock counted down the seconds to the fight, and Derrick's smile grew wider and wider.
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"Bring it, Dylan," whispered Derrick.
As the first volley of thorns flew towards him, Derrick ducked down low, reaching out, hoping to catch Dylan out and stun her.
No such luck. A long, green, vine shot out of her hand and curled around his ankle. Rapidly lengthening and thickening, it slid up onto his other leg, and up onto his torso. He panicked, shaking his legs wildly in a movement that looked very much like a was bellydancing.
Dylan laughed out loud, and the vines shook with her every movement, tickling his legs and lower torso. Writhing wildly, Derrick fell onto the floor, only barely managing to stay upright with his hands.
My hands! I can still manage to stun her or the vine! Now, Derrick! Do it now!
He raised a hand to brush it against the growing green monster, but yet another tendril quickly wound around his wrists like green, living manacles.
Purposefully goading him now, Dylan made a large white lily bloom in his face. Derrick coughed and gagged, trying to wave away the strong, spicy smell. There was nothing he could do now. The fight should have been over once he'd been tied up with vines.
If I can stun the vine now…if I can free my hands and move just the tiniest bit…
Derrick slammed his bare hands down onto his legs, which were covered in a mass of green, looping things, finally succeeding in stunning her.
But the vines did not slacken their grip. He could swear that Dylan was laughing in her unconscious state, and the rest of the gym, including Principal Burns, seemed to be laughing at him.
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