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Lapras Valley High – Hell Blastoise

Chapter Fifteen - Soaring

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"What ARE you doing?" I demanded, walking into my dorm to see a bouncing Kayla. She was on one of the beds jumping up and down.

"Jumping," Kayla replied, bouncing up and down.

"Dear Mew please stop jumping you’re going to make everybody sick," Fury begged.

"So what’s up?" Kayla shrugged stopping her irritating bouncing.

"I just feel, weird," I sighed. "I don’t think I did the right thing with Blaron."

"But you were so confident, what happened?" Kayla asked, confused. She sat down and looked at me.

"I don’t know," I offhandedly replied. "Just… thinking."

"Don’t think too much you’re going to hurt your head," Kayla smiled. "Now, if you believe you did the right thing, and if you feel good about it, and if you feel like that was the right thing to do then you should just trust your heart. Follow your feelings because if you don’t then you’re going to have a pang of guilt hanging over your head like unwanted devil horns." I sighed. "The only way to be in a relationship is if you can actually feel right. It takes two to tango, to every problem there is two sides, and same with relationships. If one side isn’t right then the whole thing goes down in the dumps."

I stared at her. "You have got so much experience, f***ing hell," I replied.

*

Martin stared at his skateboard and sighed. "To skate or not to skate, that is the question," he whispered, sighing.

"Knock-knock," a voice called from the hallway as Nayia knocked on the door. Martin looked up in fear and horror and gave a strangled squeak. "Martin, are you in there?" she called. Martin dropped his skateboard and dove under his bed just as Nayia opened the door. "Martin?" Nayia questioned.

She looked around. It was an overcast day and grayish light lit the room. The cornflower blue walls seemed darker and the whole room, from the sky blue ceiling to the navy curtains seemed dark and murky. The midnight blue bedspreads were pulled up to the dark blue pillows, and on Martin’s bedside table he had a lamp with a blue lampshade, and a few photo frames.

Nayia frowned and walked into the males’ dorm. Normally it wasn’t that good for a girl to be in a guy’s dorm but Nayia didn’t care. She sat on his bed and Martin held his breath. How was he going to get out now?

Nayia picked up a photo of what looked to be a younger Martin holding a cheap skateboard. Nayia smiled. "How cute," she sighed. Martin clenched up and gritted his teeth.

‘How embarrassing!’ he cried in his mind. ‘Get lost Nayia! Get lost!’

Nayia didn’t get lost though. She continued looking at his photos, and as she reached out for another one, she accidentally bumped one and knocked it down behind. "Oops," she winced out loud, reaching for it. She picked up a frame and looked at it.

It wasn’t the same photo, or the same frame. A photo from last year’s birthday party for one of the other guys birthdays, where Nayia and Martin had been smiling and had their arms around the others shoulders. Nayia looked drunk in the photo and was holding up a paper cup laughing, almost falling over.

The frame was in the shape of a heart.

*

I decided, with little help from Fury and Kayla to go talk to Blaron and at least apologize for what happened with the ‘so called date’. I walked to the boys’ side of Flaria and knocked on his dorm door.

"Blaron?" I called.

"Who is it?" Blaron called back.

"It’s… It’s Sal," I answered, resting on the door frame.

There was no response from inside, but the door suddenly flung open, Blaron standing there with an expression I couldn’t read. I just stood there staring at him, and he stared back. His blue eyes suddenly seemed frosty.

"Hello, Sal," Blaron greeted, saying my name as if he was telling Teresa to f*** off.

"Hi Blaron," I replied, nervous. "Um… I just wanted to say…"

"Sorry?" Blaron guessed with sarcasm. "Well I was expecting you to. I mean, you act tough and everything but underneath you’re just a little sponge cake. You’re soft and taste terrible."

"Hey sponge cake is nice!" I argued. "Even though I’ve only had it once. I just came by to say sorry because I felt guilty about turning you down."

"Oh my gosh," Blaron rolled his eyes.

The temper alarm gave a sudden bring as I came close to exploding. "What is your problem?" I whispered. "I’m trying to be nice here, and its something I’m not good at so give me a bloody break."

"What’s MY problem?" Blaron began loudly.

"Yeah what’s your problem?" I demanded.

"What is your problem? I saw you on the beach with Ashley and Kayla!" Blaron exclaimed angrily.

"Hey listen here big shot!" I yelled back.

"You supposedly had a sore throat and didn’t want to go with me!" Blaron shouted. "And then I saw you on the beach with Ashley and Kayla! If you had a sore throat then why did you even go to the beach?"

"Because I was getting better," I snapped back. "Ever think of that? Einstein?"

"People don’t recover from illness that easy," Blaron glared at me and I glared back.

"Believe what you want, it’s your choice," I sniped before leaving.

*

I was absolutely dreading Thursday. I had English on Thursday and Ms Herring has assigned us in seating order – me next to Blaron.

So as you could guess when I entered the room I was snarling. I dumped my stuff with a clang and slouched in my seat, not even looking at Blaron. Fury watched me from a window before sighing and leaving with Nixie, Sugar, Luna, Flare and a few other mates she had.

"For your information I would rather be sitting in Kanto than here," I announced dryly.

"I wish you would, save me having to sit next to a transsexual," Blaron replied.

"Hey at least I’m a human," I sniped back.

"Who’s to say you are?" Blaron retorted.

"Who’s to say that you’re human?" I snapped, trying not to loose my temper. At times like this, people could be treading on very thin ice. When I say very thin, I mean the type of ice that’s left in a glass of water that’s been left on a sunny windowsill for 10 minutes. The type of ice that is created when a Lapras lightly touches oceans with a wisp of icy wind.

"Well I know I wouldn’t call you human," Blaron came back.

I spun around and glared at him. He glared back at me with a stare that I had only seen in a mirror. We sat there staring at each other for what seemed like eternity although it was only a mere 3 seconds before we leant forward…

His lips touched mine and all of a sudden it seemed as if fireworks were going off. I couldn’t understand it, some invisible force was holding me to him, and I was enjoying it. I shut my eyes and just went along with it…

It felt warm to say the least. Warm, and all weird, and my heart felt so scary. Sort of like it had been stabbed by a dagger, and was wanting more. Why would you want to be stabbed more than once?

"Miss McGregor!" a sharp voice yelled. We broke apart and looked towards the door meekly. Everybody had been looking at us yet we hadn’t noticed. Ashley grinned and Spike was just trying not to laugh. Kayla winked and gave me a thumbs up sign, and Craig looked as if he wished he could experience that. Martin and Nayia looked longingly, and Nayia had a touch of jealousy in her eyes as she looked between Martin and me.

Lady Blastoise on the other hand looked as if she could kill anybody with a look, and have them dead and buried also. Her eyes were like two spears of ice, each capable of firing off miniature ice beams. Behind her eyes fire raged, as the horns returned to haunt me.

"Miss McGregor, Mr Haystacker, outside immediately!" Lady Blastoise snapped, fury raging within her. (Not my Fury, fury the emotion.)

"Who gave you permission to smooch in my classroom?" she demanded once the door had been closed. By the level of her voice it wouldn’t have mattered if there was a brick wall blocking the door, everybody could hear it.

"You aren’t even our teacher! This isn’t even your classroom!" I yelled back.

"For one thing, Ms Herring has left teaching for younger grades and is focusing her attention on the seniors for the next two months while they sit their exams. Leaving me to teach her class, and there will absolutely be NONE OF THAT BEHAVIOUR IN MY CLASSROOM! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"I’m not you, I can understand things first time," I snapped.

"You just earned yourself big punishment," Lady Blastoise glared.

"MORE OF YOUR PUNISHMENT?" I shouted. "Don’t you get it by now? I can live on! I don’t dwell on the things I can’t have! I don’t care about punishment! You really are stupider than you look aren’t you?"

"Well punishment may not affect you…" Lady Blastoise trailed off, leaving the sentence hanging in the air. I was swamped by fear, a tidal wave of terror and trouble prediction rushed over me. I was afraid of what she would do. We both knew the extent of her power, and I didn’t really want to find out how much power she held in her clammy nail polished claws.

Lady Blastoise clicked her fingers together, the gold rings touching each other as her fingers snapped. She stood there, smiling darkly, waiting. Blaron was quiet, confused as to why we were arguing so much, and I looked around, fiercely and angrily. Angry with Lady Blastoise for being a bitch.

A noise could suddenly be heard, sort of like the scratching of claws on the school linoleum as a pokemon ran. Around the corner a Sneasel and Houndoom appeared, followed by something that made me let out a strangled squeak. The vision grabbed my heart and squeezed as hard as it could, I couldn’t breathe by looking at the sight.

A large, well-built and fierce Umbreon appeared. Its fur was barely harmed compared to the other two dark pokemon, whose fur was mattered and burnt and scalded. Its bronze rings glowed against the shadow of its coat, and its eyes were blood red.

That wasn’t the only thing blood red.

The Umberon’s claws were extended, and blood was down on its coat and legs. From its mouth blood dripped from the pokemon held securely in between the jaws of the beast.

Fury was barely breathing, dripping blood everywhere and fainted, right in the hold of Umbreon’s jaws.

"You BITCH!" I shrieked. Whatever noise was going on inside the classroom had stopped, and they were all trying to listen to what was going on outside. Which wasn’t hard seeing I had exploded.

"Oh my gosh," Blaron whispered, uttering the first words since he had stepped out the classroom. I rushed over to the Umbreon to try and retrieve the fainted Fury, getting blood over my hands.

"Houndoom, Sneasel," Lady Blastoise said, monotone. The two pokemon growled and snarled at me and I just gave them a quick glare before going back to the large Umbreon, trying to get my pokemon pal back.

Sneasel launched forward, claw raised, ready to strike me. Houndoom also began to go forward, gathering flames in the depths of his throat.

"Sal!" Blaron cried. I jumped back and ducked, thankful for the flexibility that came from reckless nights of exploring the streets of Quagsire Heights as a Ninetales. I ducked the swinging claw of Sneasel, and evaded the hot lava breath narrowly.

I stood up, panicking inside, stressed and anxious. "Tell your Umbreon to drop Fury," I ordered Lady Blastoise.

"Do you understand me now? You may have words but words are useless without power, just like power is useless without a strong person to use all of it." Lady Blastoise smirked. "Umbreon, drop."

The Umbreon opened his jaw and Fury flopped onto the floor, bleeding and breathing faintly. I knelt over and picked up the fire fox. "Fury, it’ll be okay," I whispered. I glared at Lady Blastoise before running to the hospital block, Fury in my arms.

I wasn’t caring whether blood dripped all over me or my clothes. I wasn’t caring about class either.

I was caring about Fury.

*

"Hey Craig, what you doing?" Kayla asked innocently, her brown hair in her Nurse Joy pigtails once again. She lent on the chair behind Craig and watched him play "Charizard Zone Slaughter."

"Playing," Craig replied. "Darn it!" He cursed at the screen as he got the words GAME OVER.

"Hey I love this game!" Kayla exclaimed, taking over the computer. She began to play a new game furiously, Craig watching on with interest.

"Have you seen Sal since English?" Craig asked. "She never came back, and Ashley hasn’t seen her or Fury."

"English was two periods ago," Kayla vaguely answered. "She’s probably at Shellder Bay, relaxing. Either that or Shady Thicket."

"Maybe," Craig trailed off. "Martin and Nayia… do they like each other?" he suddenly asked.

"It’s impossible not to see, Nayia and Martin are like two love birds, its just sad that they wont admit," Kayla replied. "They’d make a cute couple. They suit each other, they look great together."

"I guess you’ve had a lot of experience at match making," Craig commented.

Silence elapsed as the only sounds came from the computer in the library. As the words ‘Game Complete – Congratulations’.

"Simple game really," Kayla brushed off any wrinkles in her skirt as she stood up.

"Your good at it," Craig nodded.

"I like games," Kayla shrugged.

"Hey Kayla…" Craig began.

"Yeah?" Kayla asked.

"Want to see a movie?" Craig fidgeted as he asked nervously.

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Lady Blastoise knows Sal’s weak spots. And she’s struck them, harder than Sal could have ever imagined.

Sal needs a few helping hands right now. But who? Perhaps a few old friends…?