Hello, this chapter this chapter is relatively short, sorry about that. Hope you'll still like it. Oh and you reviewers, thank you so much for your feedback! I really appreciate it.

vd. alfredo - Ja, Jungs sind so pervers, besonders in dem Alter. Ein paar Gespraechsthemen hab ich von den kleinen Jungs aus meiner Schule geklaut. Glaub mir, so genau wollt ich deren Penislaengen nicht wissen haha (warscheinlich is das gar net mal so genau, wetten die haben noch ein paar cm draufgeschummelt).

annoying talking animal -Nice too see you enjoy this fic of mine too. : )It's always an honour to distract you from your studies my dear, haha. I hope your midterm still went well! Mine start tomorrow, help!

Sasukechica -thank you too for the review! Yea, my personal boarding school experience wasn't exactly positive, however now that I'm at Uni, I kinda started to miss it. Only 4 moths ago I believed I would rather shoot myself than ever admit to it, lol.

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Wyatt was pissed at me. Well I could have fun without him, surely. I was actually quite happy to have gotten rid of him. Now I felt free to do whatever I wanted. And what I 'wanted' to do the next day was to play minesweeper on my laptop. For 3 hours. Unfortunately it did get a bit boring after a while. So I spent another hour lying in my bed, staring at the ceiling. Once that got lame I decided to surrender and went over to Pavel's room.

'Hey, I'm bored, let's study Chemistry.'

He did seem a bit surprised, I don't blame him.

'Kai, no offense, but teaching you Organic Chemistry is the LAST thing I want to do on a Sunday afternoon.'

In fact, I was quite happy about his reaction. I didn't feel like doing practice problems either. All I had needed was a non-creepy reason to visit him.

'Whatever.'

I expected him to burst into chatter, which he did. He told me about his University visit, in excruciating detail. But that was fine with me. How odd, coming to this school had transformed me into a good listener.

'Say, Kai. I don't wanna sound rude, but why are you here? You don't really care about my stuff do you?'

So he had figured me out. Of course I did the most obvious thing one could do in such a situation: deny it!

'I wanted to have some small talk with you, that's why I'm here.'

'And why the sudden urge to want to hold small talk with me?'

I sighed, I guess I had to confess.

'I had a fight with Wyatt. And now he doesn't stalk me any more, so I'm bored.'

Pavel nodded. 'I see. He's quite likeable that fella, isn't he?'

'No.'

'Oh come on Kai, you miss him, don't you?'

Since when does that mean I like someone?

Pavel gave me that I-don't-believe-you look, causing me to sight.

'Fine, if you insist! He's alright.'

Pavel smirked victoriously.

'So another thing you're going to find out about that kid, Kai, is that he's not as innocent as he appears. He has some wild stories, and although most are made up, there's also some that are true. And sometimes you'll see him do stuff that you certainly didn't expect from him. He's a bit strange, you see, but you'll get used to it.

'What was the argument about?'

'His fake ID.' I grunted. Okay, I could see how that made me look a bit old fashioned and rigid, but I suppose it had just shocked me in the moment.

'See, a perfect example of what I just told you, Kai.'

So if this guy felt he knew Wyatt so well, I figured I could question him a bit more.

'Who exactly is Ricky?'

Pavel pulled a face. 'Ricky is this guy he claims he has no interest in but still has a crush on. He is a macho, every time Wyatt goes to England he returns with at least one story of how him and Ricky ended up making out while being drunk, and how, of course, it didn't mean anything.'

It was a bit late to follow his advice but at least his words clarified the issue a bit. So Ricky was Wyatt's love interest -his ongoing love interest. Which meant that I was safe! Nice.

Suddenly there was the sound of loud Euro-house music being blasted from somewhere down the hallway.

'Holy crap, what's that?' I asked Pavel.

He suddenly got all anxious and smiley. 'That's Det and Wyatt having a Room-Nightclub party again.'

I laughed. 'A Room-Nightclub party? What do they do to create the nightclub atmosphere? Put on Music and turn the lights off?'

Pavel shrugged. 'Yea pretty much. It's kinda cool still.'

'Cool, you gotta be kidding me. That sounds like the lamest thing ever.'

Pavel nodded. 'Yes, yes, I was kidding. It's lame I agree.'

I was not buying it. He was nervously moving around on his chair to the beat of the music.

'You really want go there, don't you?'

He blushed and nodded.

'Fine, I'll go there with you. I'm quite curious to see this with my own eyes.'

Pavel glomped me. 'That's awesome! You won't regret this.'

Of course I wouldn't regret it. That had to be the saddest event ever. I couldn't wait to laugh in Wyatt's face. So Pavel and I left his room and walked over to the 'party'. Once we got to the room, we knocked on the door. No reaction. We knocked again. No reaction. I decided this was getting on my nerves so I just pushed the door open. The 'party' was literally just like I'd imagined it. A small group of people, sitting on the floor in a circle, with the lights turned off, the blinds shut and the music playing. The factor that contributed the most to the rave atmosphere were a bunch of glow in the dark condoms hanging on the walls.

'Kaiii!' That was Wyatt yelling, right before he jumped on me. 'I went to your room to invite you to the party, but you weren't there.'

So maybe he wasn't pissed at me after all… he certainly didn't act it. In fact, he reached for my hand and pulled me inside.

'Girls, this is Kai. Kai, these are Emi, Yukiko and Hiromi.'

It was so dark, I could hardly see anyone's face. But now that he mentioned it, those mysterious black creatures were indeed girls.

'Where the hell did you pick them up?' I whispered to Wyatt. What sane girl would follow this group of idiots home?

'The butcher's.' was the reply.

'The butcher's?' I asked in disbelief.

'Yea, we picked up some salami too. Want some?'

Wyatt held a paper bag in my direction. I reached for it, hoping this wasn't some stupid prank, took one out and started chewing on it. Damn that was some good salami! I waited until Wyatt had sat down, then secretly stole the bag off him and hid it under my sweater. I couldn't help it, this was spectacularly good salami!

'Is anything interesting going to happen?' this one girl asked. She had a thick Japanese accent.

Wyatt jumped up once again. 'You're absolutely right, this party should get started.' He reached out his hand to her. 'Do you want to dance?'

She laughed mockingly. 'With you? No.'

Wyatt went on asking the other two girls, but they too rejected him. I don't blame them.

'Okay then. Kai, you and me dance.'

'Fuck no!'

I didn't only reject him because I didn't want to dance with him, but more importantly, I still had the salami hidden under my hoodie and didn't want to risk anyone finding out about it.

But Wyatt didn't take no for an answer, he kneed down and placed his hands next to of my legs. 'Come on! Don't be a pussy.' He moved closer. 'Please.' He grabbed a hold of my hands, stood up and attempted to pull me up with him. Yet, he desperately failed.

'Oy, you're giving him a lap dance.' the alpine douchebag yelled.

I had to confess, from a certain angle it probably did look somewhat like a lap dance. So I gave in. What kind of dance would Wyatt have in mind, Tango? How bad could it be?

'Fine.'

So Wyatt's idea of dancing was pretty much jumping up and down, which I didn't mind to much. So I imitated him. Soon we were engaged in a wild contest of who could jump the highest, from the corner of my eye I could see one of the girls face palming herself. Well, it was her own fault she attended this sausage fest.

'Say Kai, why are you holding your hand to the stomach?'

Oh damn.

'No reason.'

'Don't kid me.' Wyatt moved closer and put his arm around my waist. 'You're hiding something under your jumper.'

'No, I'm not.'

Suddenly he moved his hand under my sweater. Even though I knew he was only trying to grab the bag, it still felt pretty intimate. He pulled the bag out from underneath. Looked at me slightly buffed and then started laughing.

'Kai, you sausage boy!'

'Heh, that should be my payment for attending this lame party.'

'Fine, fine, you'll get the salami, but only if you dance with me.'

'Hmm, okay.'

Jumping up and down with Wyatt for a couple of minutes wouldn't be too bad. And it would certainly be worth the salami. However Wyatt had an entirely different dance in mind. He came close, really, really close so that we were actually touching. And then he started grinding against me.

'Woah, wait. What the hell are you doing?'

'Grinding.'

'Yes I can tell, but why?'

'Because that's how we dance in the clubs in Europe.'

The girls were getting off at this scene and started screaming in applause. The guys on the other hand were laughing their asses off.

I pushed Wyatt away from me, which resulted in a sigh of disappointment from the strangely enthusiastic girls.

'Mate, no!'

He was laughing. 'Don't worry I was just messing with you.' He handed me the bag. 'Here you earned yourself your wiener.'

'I'm not quite sure if I still want it, now that you had to word it in such an ambiguous way.'

Wyatt smirked and grabbed my arm. 'Sure you do, now come, let's go to your room and watch the Beyblade Amateur League Finals, I found this internet site that broadcasts it.'

So me and Wyatt left the 'party' early, though we hardly had any regrets about it. In fact, having left the darkness and being able to see where you were going was a bonus in itself. So was being able to see Wyatt's face. And no, not in a romantic way.

'What the hell did you do?' I asked him as soon as we entered light.

He had yellow stripes all over his face. It looked ridiculous.

'Oh, yea, that's highlighter. I was hoping it would glow in the dark.'

I grunted. 'Have you ever seen your homework glow in the dark?'

He shook his head. 'No, but it does work for rave parties, I guess that's because they have black light there.'

Raves? Oh this was getting quite funny, yesterday it had been clubbing, now he was trying to pull off being a raver.'

'Really, so how many raves have you been too?'

He shrugged. 'A couple.'

'So two?'

He started stuttering. 'Y-yea, two.'

I crossed my arms and tried to put on a convincing voice. 'Oh which one specifically? I'm in the scene, I know them all.'

'Okay fine. I haven't been to a proper rave, only to a "highlighter party" at my friend's house. But my cousin, he's a raver. A proper one, he promised to take me one day.'

I smirked. Then he figured it out:

'Hey, you were tricking me, Kai!' Wyatt squeaked.

'Yea, tricking you into telling me the truth.'

He started blushing and got all embarrassed. 'I'm sorry, I embellish my stories sometimes, I can't help it, it's just become a bad habit of mine.'

I nodded. 'Yea, I realized.'

'Are you angry?'

'Nuh, I don't really care.'

He nudged me. 'You are so laid-back Kai. I feel nothing shocks you.'

Hmm, I don't think anyone's ever called me laid-back before. Imagine telling the Bladebreakers that, their captain's laid-back, I think they would break out in laughter. Of course it wasn't true that I was laid-back and that nothing would shock me. Wyatt was simply a bad judge of character. His behaviour shocked me all the bloody time. But I decided to stop pondering about it.

Wyatt and I spent the remainder of the afternoon streaming the Amateur Tournament on my laptop and I had a surprisingly good time with him. It was nice having someone around who was passionate about blading too. And Wyatt wouldn't go on claiming he'd beat me in a battle, like Takao and my other team mates always did. We actually had some serious conversations about techniques and strategy.

Watching the Amateur League brought back some old memories. I'm not the type to get nostalgic, but still. This was how it had started for me almost three years ago. Back when I had first gotten into beyblading, it wasn't nearly as big as it was now. I only had 3 opponents and there were hardly any people in the crowd watching. Only friends and families. My Dad had been there too. It took place in a primary schools gym. Without any TV crews or anything. Strange how times change. This year's event had 34 competitors and was packed in the city's largest stadium.

'It must be the most amazing feeling in the world to win.' Wyatt suddenly remarked. 'And that's only a local tournament, you won the world championship twice, that must've been amazing.'

I shrugged. It sure had been pretty damn sweet, but I didn't want to rub it in. Instead I asked him something:

'Why didn't you participate in the local tournament, it's a Sunday, you would've had time.'

Wyatt laughed bitterly. 'Because I suck. That's why.'

Yea, I guess that was a good enough reason…

'Do you do any other sports?'

'Nope, I'm not too good with commitment. I like my freedom. I only like blading. Other sports have too many restrictions and rules and game plans… Oh wait! I do like Ski Jumping. Ski jumping is awesome, not just watching it! I'm actually pretty decent at it. I just never got committed.'

I laughed briefly. 'It's like sex, so I've heard.'

'Yea, especially when someone beats those Austrians, they almost always win. Wait, who told you it's like sex?'

'You did.'

'Oh yea, and believe me Kai, sex is sweet.'

'You also told me you're a virgin.'

He blushed. 'Yea, true that. Just ignore what I'm saying.'

I smiled. I had gotten used to this boy. He really wasn't that bad. Unless he would act all gay and grind on me or something. But otherwise, he was alright. Pavel had been right, he was indeed likeable.

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Guess who the girl at the party was… yep, it's our dear Hilary/Hiromi. By the way, those light-off-music-on room parties are actually a lot of fun, my friends and I did a share of them back at school, they're still pretty damn lame though. Especially when your (popular) class mates catch you doing it.