Update April 2013: This chapter has been updated and revised from its original version. Past errors have been fixed and adjustments have been made but the plot of the chapter, characters, and events have remained the same.
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Love Unexpected chapter 2
The hands of the clock ticked closer and closer to the number twelve as May watched it in her Pokémon Regions History class, the second to last class of the day.
She had always hated the class, considering it pointless with its useless information, endless amount of work (both in class and at home), and annoying teacher who droned on and on about the same thing for at least twenty minutes every class period. It was aggravating and boring, and it constantly gave May a headache that usually until the beginning of lunch, which was unfortunately at the very end of the day. All she could do until then was watch the clock, something she did every day in the class, and pray that the class would pass quickly. As of that moment, there was a minute and sixteen seconds left of class. An excrutiating minute and sixteen seconds.
"How about you give us the answer to the question, Ms. Maple?" came the monotonous drawl of the teacher Mr. Zion's voice.
The sound of it drew May's attention away from her clock watching to the creepy teacher standing at the front of the room beside the interactive whiteboard that was mounted on the wall.
The tall man, who stood with a slight hunchback, tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for her answer, his piercing black eyes boring into her sapphire blues. Every other pair of eyes in the room were directed at her as well. Everyone was waiting for her answer.
"Uh...," May eventually droned after a moment of uncomfortable silence. "What was the question again?"
The response earned her a couple of snickers from a few classmates and a disapproving frown from Mr. Zion, who grunted in frustration.
"Maybe if you were paying attention to the class instead of watching the clock, Ms. Maple, then you'd know," he drawled. "The question was—"
The bell chose to ring at that exact moment, successfully saving May from giving an answer to a question that she had not known in the first place and further annoying Mr. Zion, who exhaled strongly through his nose at her stroke of luck.
"All questions on pages 457 to 465 due tomorrow. Complete sentences," he boomed in anger, but his words were lost over the noise of the students gathering their books and hurrying to get to their next class. He could tell already that there would not be very much homework to collect the next day. The thought nearly pushed him over the edge.
"Does he honestly expect us to do all of those questions tonight?" Mikey, one of the only four friends that May had in their history class, asked her as the two walked out of the classroom together. "I'm just going to pretend like I didn't hear him."
The hallway was cluttered with a sea of students, most of them hurrying to get to their next classes. Though May and Mikey were in no particular rush to get to their classes (which were conveniently down the hall from their last class), they found themselves being swept along in the current and were forced to speed walk to keep up.
"Same here. I've got better things to do after school than to answer questions about a topic that I have no interest in whatsoever," May replied as she slipped her pen into the spine of one of notebooks.
Mikey nodded in agreement as he stepped away from May to allow a small freshman to pass between them.
"I liked how annoyed you got him at the end of class, though," he chortled when he stepped back, referring to the clock incident a mere two minutes earlier.
The fresh memory instantly filled May's brain and she found herself laughing as well.
"Well, he should've known better than to ask me for the answer. Like I'm really going to be able to tell you when I'm so obviously not paying attention to your class," she remarked sarcastically.
Beside her, Mikey chuckled and nodded in agreement again.
A few seconds later, May and Mikey had made it to the doors of their respective classrooms with plenty of time to spare until the late bell rung.
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow May," he said to her and waved goodbye.
May returned his gesture and entered her classroom. But the second she stepped into the room, a tall guy with spiky black hair in the hall called her name, causing her to turn around.
"G'afternoon my favorite brunette," Brendan Birch, the handsome son of the famous Professor Birch, said to her when he came up to hug her.
May smiled fondly at her close friend of four years, whom she had become close with when the two of them moved into the same neighborhood in Lilycove City with their families in order to attend the prestigious Lilycove University High School. The two had actually met when they were still toddlers, back when Brendan still lived in Littleroot Town and May still lived in Petalburg City. Their parents were really close friends, but Brendan and May had only seen each other three or four times since they lived in two different areas, so they did not really remember one another when they reunited in Lilycove. However, after established their similarities, they immediately became friends with one another. The other contributing factor to the quick start of their friendship was their intention of becoming professional coordinators after graduation. They even considered traveling together.
"Hey, Brendan," she greeted as they pulled away. "What's up?"
"Do you think you could get a ride home with Natalie or somebody today?" he asked. "I have to make up a test for a class after school."
Instead of a verbal response, May held up her finger to ask him to wait as she texted Natalie with the request. Not too a moment later, Natalie responded with her agreement.
"Yeah, she said I could get a ride with her," May informed, snapping her PokéNav closed.
"Good—I'll probably see you later then when I get home. Text me until then," Brendan said and waved goodbye to her before heading to his own class.
May was just about to head to her desk after waving back, but a speck of green that had just appeared in the doorway caught her attention and she stopped in her tracks. There, standing before her, was none other than the green haired nuisance from her Pokémon Contest Appeals class. He had an annoyed expression on his face when he entered the doorway, but when he saw her, his trademark smirk instantly spread across his lips.
"Hi there, May," he greeted.
A grimace threatened to make its way onto May's face at the sight of him. Her opinion of him had not yet changed since that morning. She still found him to be incredibly arrogant. And annoying.
"You're in this class?" she asked him back, adopting the monotonous tone of Mr. Zion's voice.
May greatly dreaded Drew's answer as she prayed with all her might to Arceus that the answer would be no, that he was just stopping by to ask directions to his next class since it was his first day in the school. Unfortunately, the answer was not the one that she prayed for.
"Why, yes I am," he told her smugly. "And I expect that you'll make me feel welcome and help catch me up in this class?"
May nearly groaned. "Oh, of course I will be Andrew," she replied sarcastically with a roll of her eyes and turned her back on him to head to her desk.
From behind her, Drew followed suit and sat in the seat in front of hers, which he straddled backward so that he faced her.
"Please, call me Drew. Aren't we past the full name basis?" he insisted to her.
May felt herself roll her eyes again, something she found herself doing often whenever she was around him.
"Fine, Drew," she said, putting extra emphasis on his shortened name for good measure.
Then, she turned away from him, only to find that almost every girl in the class had focused their attention on the two of them. Or rather, they had focused their attention on Drew as they whispered amongst themselves.
Not this again, she groaned in her head when she noticed their excited expressions and chatter.
Shaking her head, she slowly turned her head to the front of the class. Mr. Ellis, the class teacher, poked his head into the doorway at that moment and everyone grew quiet. Drew turned around to face him.
"Good afternoon, everyone! Glad to see that you're all here early today. Eager to get some battles done, I see?" Mr. Ellis said. "We're going to be heading to the rock field today for our battles, so if you'll all just follow me. You can leave your books here."
Everyone in the room stood and followed the young teacher after he waved them out of the room. He led them down to the first floor, where rooms with the four different fields for battling—water, grass, rock, and ice—were located. There were also arenas along with the fields for regular pokémon battles and stages for pokémon contest appeals. When they reached the room for with the rock field, he waved them all inside and closed the double doors.
"Alright. As I told you all yesterday, you will all be competing against one another in a series of mock battles this week for a grade in the class," he began to explain. "I will be using a selector to choose pairs to face off against one another for each battle and whoever wins is the one who advances on to the next round, where the process will repeat until there is a victor.
"So, it's sort of like a tournament of sorts and whoever wins the tournament gets extra credit for the assignment. Don't worry about your grades if you lose, though. I will only grade you guys based on how well you battled with your pokémon and if you followed the basic rules for a contest battle, not by if you won or lost."
After he finished explaining, Mr. Ellis looked around at his students to gauge their understanding. "Any questions?"
Everyone in the classroom shook their heads at the teacher. At the age of twenty-seven, he was one of the younger teachers in the school, and one of the most popular. His easygoing personality made him a favorite teacher to the students in the school, but he was especially popular among the girls due to his handsome looks.
When he saw that there was no confusion, he clapped his hands together and began to walk over to the computer in the far right corner of the room.
"Okay then. I'll go get started on computing the pairs," he said. Then he paused and briefly turned around. "Oh, class? We have a new student in the class named Drew. He will also be participating in the tournament with you all, so try to get to know him in the time that it takes me to get you guys paired up. The tourney tree will be up on the screen in a few minutes."
Two hours later, the school day had ended and students were either pouring out of the school or heading to different areas in the school for their afternoon activities.
Since Brendan was unable to take May home, she had to wait outside at the front door of the school while Natalie went to get the car. She sat on one of the two stone ledges that lined the porch of the school and toyed with her PokéNav, occasionally looking up to see if Natalie's car had pulled up yet. The fourth time she looked up, she still found no Natalie.
Instead, she found Drew walking with a girl with long, burgundy hair and a slim body frame. The two of them were headed toward a silver car that ended up being Drew's when he turned it on and held the door of the passenger seat open for the girl who kissed him on the cheek before getting in. He smirked to himself before walking around to the driver's seat.
May made a sound of disgust as she watched the whole scene unfold before her. "Figures. I should've known he was a playboy," she said under her breath.
At that moment, Natalie's navy blue car pulled up to the front of the school. She honked the horn to get May's attention.
"Hey, why were you talking to yourself?" the girl asked May after she climbed in.
"Because I just saw Drew and some girl walking to his car," May explained, a look of disgust still present on her face.
Natalie cocked an eyebrow as she stepped on the pedal of her car. "And why is that bothering you?" she asked.
"Because I saw her kiss him on the cheek. Didn't he just come to this school today? Unbelievable that guy. I thought he was just arrogant and smug, but now he's an arrogant and smug playboy."
Natalie laughed out loud. "You can't just call him a playboy because of that. Maybe they met a while ago or something?"
May shot her a look of disbelief. "What are the possibilities of something like that?"
Natalie shrugged in response. "Maybe—you never know," she insisted.
"Oh well," May said dismissively, and then changed the subject, having gotten tired of hearing about Drew Hayden for one day. "How'd the battles in your Contest Battles class go?"
She was grateful when Natalie went on to tell about the battles that went on in her Pokémon Contest Battles class (which was the one before May's) and then straight into a different topic afterwards without question.
Seven minutes later, Natalie pulled her car into the driveway of May's two-story house, which was in a neighborhood located near Lilycove Beach. She glanced over at the house beside May's and furrowed her eyebrows.
"Hasn't your new neighbor moved in yet? I've been at your house about fifteen times this entire month and I haven't seen a car parked in the driveway once," she asked.
"I don't know," May said thoughtfully with a shrug as she looked over at the house as well. "I haven't seen anyone, but I guess they'll turn up soon." She unbuckled her seatbelt and slid out of the car. "Anyway, thanks for the ride, Nat. Text me later, okay?"
May jogged up to the door of her house, unlocking it while Natalie backed out of her driveway. The second she push it open, she was greeted by Skitty, one of the seven pokémon she had caught on her journey around Hoenn along with Blaziken (evolved from her first pokémon, Torchic, whom she had coincidentally received from Brendan's dad), Beautifly, Venusaur, Wartortle, Munchlax, and Glaceon. It was on that journey that she had discovered her passion for pokémon coordinating and her desire to become a coordinator blossomed.
Her friends, Ash Ketchum, a boy with spiky black hair from Pallet Town aspiring to become a pokémon master; Brock Moulder, a current pokémon breeder and gym leader with spiky brown hair from Pewter City; and her little brother, Max, had all accompanied her on the journey. For every contest that she had participated in, they had been there to support her and cheer her on. It saddened her now to know that the next time she would set out on her next journey after graduation, they would not be there with her.
"Hey there," she laughed, dismissing the thought when Skitty leapt into her arms. She then carried the small pokémon along with her upstairs to her room, where she dropped both it and her bag down to the floor. She found Skitty playfully chasing its tail on top of her bed after she had grabbed some clothes from the walk-in closet on the wall opposite of the door. She laughed out loud when the kitten kept going, even when she threw her clothes onto the bed beside it.
"I'll be right back, Skitty," she told it before she headed into the bathroom down the hall to take a shower.
After the nice, long shower, May threw on her white bathrobe and stepped out of the bathroom with her head down as she ran a comb through her damp hair. Just as she finished combing through most of it, she bumped into someone standing in the way of her path to her closet. Thinking the person was Max, she prepared to scold him. But when she looked up, she was surprised to find Drew. Or horrified was more like it.
"Oh my Arceus! What are you doing in my room?" she screeched, her eyes wide with terror.
Out of all the people in the world, she had least expected Drew to be in her room—how would he even know where she lived anyways?—but there he was, standing before her, smirking his signature smirk as he sized her up.
"What a nice way to greet your guest, May. Though I must say, a simple 'hello' would've sufficed," he teased causing May's eye to twitch in aggravation.
"What are you doing in my room?" she asked him again through gritted teeth.
"Didn't you know, May? I'm your new neighbor. My mom came over to meet your mom and she invited us in," he informed, his smirk widening.
Great. He was her new neighbor. Absolutely wonderful. May sighed in frustration at the news.
"That still doesn't explain why you're in my room," she insisted.
Drew's smirk widened even more, exposing a bit of his unbelievably white teeth.
"Well, I needed to use the bathroom, so your mom gave me directions to it, but I guess I took the wrong turn," he explained, and then paused to size May up once again. "Then again, I think I may have taken the right one. You were going to your closet to get dressed, weren't you? Don't let me stand in the way—be my guest."
He then made a show of stepping aside, seating himself on May's tan chaise and gesturing towards her closet. This only served to rile May up even more.
"Ohmywillyoujustshutup, you pervert?" she screamed, her words slurring together and her fists balling in frustration. "I can't believe this!"
Drew laughed out loud as he watched the petite girl turn on her heels. He heard her stomping off in the directions of the stairs, screaming for her mother and demanding why there was a "grass haired pervert" in her room the entire way down. Tucking his hands into his pockets, he slowly followed her down.
"Mom! What is going on?" May demanded once she located her mother.
The woman was sitting at the dining table with another woman, whom May assumed to be Drew's mother. The long, green hair and striking emerald green eyes were dead giveaways of her identity. The only difference was the friendliness on her face in place of Drew's usual arrogance.
"Hello, you must be May. I'm Elizabeth Hayden, Andrew's mother," the woman said kindly, completely shrugging off May's rude first impression.
It was then that May realized just how rude she had been a mere moment ago. She suddenly felt very awkward as she stood there in nothing but her bathrobe.
"Nice to meet you Mrs. Hayden," she replied, while offering a sheepish smile.
Caroline, who had been glaring at May for her rude entry, cleared her throat. "Was there any reason why you were calling for me so frantically, May?" she asked.
May's mouth opened to answer her mother's question, but it was not her own voice that came out of her mouth. It was Drew's.
"I'm afraid I was the reason, Mrs. Maple. I accidentally took the wrong turn on the way to the bathroom and ended up in May's room, which startled her so she took off. My sincerest apologies," he said fluidly as if he had rehearsed the line countless of times. He then turned to face the gaping girl beside him. "Sorry, May."
Caroline smiled at her daughter's green haired nuisance, completely oblivious to her daughter's aggravation. Either that or she choosing to ignore it.
"It's alright, Drew," she insisted kindly. "No need to apologize; it wasn't your fault." She looked sternly at her daughter as if daring her to oppose. "Right, May?"
"Yeah. No need to apologize," May managed through clenched teeth.
From the corner of her eye, she could see the corner of Drew's lip slightly twitching upward as he flicked his bangs with his thumb. She decided at that moment that she had to get away from him immediately if she wanted to avoid yelling a stream of profanities at him in front of their mothers.
Caroline smiled approvingly at her and walked around the table to her daughter's side.
"Now May, go get your brother. We're about to start dinner in a few minutes," she instructed, and then leaned in closer to her daughter's ear so that her next words would be unheard by Elizabeth and Drew. "And tell him to be on his best behavior—Elizabeth and Drew are staying over for dinner."
Had May not been so astonished, she probably would have screamed. Instead, she felt her mouth fall open in shock.
You must be kidding me! she screamed in her head.
Andrew Hayden, she decided, would one day be the death of her.
Author's Note: There! The second chapter is finished! Did you like it? I hope you did. Tell me in the reviews? :) Anyways, the next chapter should be up next weekend hopefully so until then, have a nice week everyone! Bye!
P.S. Haha, did Mr. Zion seem creepy? He'd better been because he's based off of my elementary school music teacher! Gosh, how that guy gave me the creeps. I thought it'd be fun to throw someone like him in here. xD