How Things Changed Forever.. PART - II

CH 6: Rushing Things

Hillary grumbled a half hearted salutation, waiting for Tyson to explain why he was there. When he didn't, she snapped. "What are you here for?"

"I have my beyblading club now." He stated, fidgeting slightly. As though that made everything clear. "What do you want me to do about it? Be your personal cheer girl? Sorry, Not Interested, but I'm sure Casey wouldn't mind." Tyson blinked at her in surprise and confusion, "No, you have my Beyblade. You took it on that day in the hospital, remember?" Tyson explained. 

Understanding dawned on Hillary quite late. Feeling slightly stupid, she dug around in her bag for their beyblades, and came up with two. "Take the one which is yours", she said. Tyson picked his up before asking, "Where's my dragoon?" "Wait for a minute, will ya?" She said, removing the necklace she was wearing. 

It was a simple heart shaped locket in which one could keep a picture of a loved one. Behind the family photo was dragoon and dranzer. "You guys may have the entire beyblade on you while you sleep, but I wasn't going for so much trouble. So I modified it a bit." She explained. "That's cool! Maybe I could try it sometime too!"  Tyson exclaimed. Hillary just shrugged in response. "I could give Kai his Beyblade too." Tyson offered. "I'm sure he can come and collect it himself if he wants to." Hillary snapped back in irritation. "Ugh, okay." Hillary took the opening and stormed ahead. 

It was after two flights of stairs did she realise that Tyson was still following her, keeping a bit of a distance. "What now?" She turned back in frustration. "Jeez Hillary, what is on with you today? Just so you know, the beyblading club and the swimming clubs are situated side by side." he cried out. "Just my luck" Hillary muttered under her breath, hurrying down.

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The beyblading club was fun, thought Max, as he locked his locker before leaving. The coach had a knack fo than AJ Topper! Other than that, he was jovial. He segregated everyone into two batches; the professionals including everyone who had claimed any of the top three positions in any compitition at the city level or above; and the beginners, who would want to learn beyblading from the scratch.

 Their coach spent most of his time teaching the beginners. He had assigned them all an obstacle course, and to his joy, he was the first one to complete it. 

"Come on Maxy, hurry up!" cried Tyson, impatiently waiting near the main door. Every few moments, someone would yell him a 'See you soon' and Tyson would reply back with vigour. Tyson always had a knack for the spot light. "Hey, guys, you carry on. I promised I would help Aunt Rosa at the studio today. Don't get into too much trouble though." warned Ray as he hurried away. Kenny joined them soon after. 

"So, what do you plan to do now?" asked Max casually. "Will you be staying?" "Yep, I will, but only upto six." he informed. "It's still three thirty though. We could go straight to the playground under the bridge. It's sunny and warm and a perfect day to relax. We could do some beyblading too. And you will teach me how you taught drazel to do that summersault. A week's break and I already feel rusty." complained Tyson. 

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So, you want me to sign these papers?" Mr Dickenson asked sceptically. "Yep. And buy the house for me." Kai added. " And remind me again, why do you plan to do so?" Kai tsked with impatience. "Because I don't plan on leaving to Russia." "And what's your gr-Voltaire's say in this regard?" "Why would I be hear if I had his permission and blessings?" Kai asked, sarcasm dripping in his tone.

Mr Dickenson sighed for the nth time since their discussion started. He sat back and removed his spectacles, wiping them with his hand kerchief.  Kai loosened his tie casually. He hadn't bothered to change out from his uniform before coming there.