Gorgeous Geek Chapter XXXIX: Absolute Monarchy

Chapter XXXIX: Absolute Monarchy

Still at the beach, Tiffany watched Monika and Tristan nearby. Monika was busy sleeping with her back to the sun while Tristan was watching the waves while eating cookies. They were acting too normal for comfort so Tiffany soon grew bored of them. Faith and Cerina had already left. Standing up, Tiffany thought that it was best she went home and started on some of her homework early. Cell phone? asked Tiffany out loud, feeling the vibration. Checking her cell phone, Tiffany frowned to receive a text message from Grim. She wasn't surprised by him doing this since he often sent her text messages, but this was the first time he asked for any rumor or info in regards to Jordan. How strange, thought Tiffany, he usually avoided rumors in regards to the Populars since he thought it was a waste of his time. He would rather spread news on one of the less popular people. Why? asked Tiffany to herself while she texted the same word in the message. It didn't take long before she received this reply: Just because. Suspicious, Tiffany gave the info to Grim anyways, including the one about Jordan quitting the basketball team. It was her job after all. The Asian Gossip Girls have always worked with Grim since his freshman year. Even though they were in charge of spreading rumors, they needed Grim to do it on a grand scale. One of the reasons the Jin Phenomenon even occurred was thanks to Grim and his information blog. What are you planning to do with that info Grim? asked Tiffany, frowning. She packed up her belongings and looked for Jennifer and Eunice. Please don't do anything reckless Grim... ********************************************** Getting out of his car, Bo noticed the Filipino girl he was searching for by herself in front of tombstone. Bo approached her and sat down next to her. She had a blanket spread out and some refreshments in front of her. Surprised at the sight of Bo, Joyce lowered her eyes to the ground and tried to hide the tears in her eyes. Yo, said Bo pleasantly. How did you... Your mother told me, said Bo quickly, indicating at the tombstone. I knew beforehand that you would visit your brother but I didn't know where. Why aren't you grinning like always? asked Joyce in an exhausted voice. The last time I did that, you dumped me. Feeling guilty, Joyce glanced away. It's probably best... you make a better match with Rin Hamada anyway... Suddenly, Bo started chuckling. Joyce picked up her head in surprise. Bo

shook his head and had the usual grin on his face. Why was he laughing? Joyce couldn't read him at all. Then, he placed his hand on her dark head and stared intently at the tombstone. A couple of minutes went by before Bo removed his hand from her head and rubbed his chin. I'm not sexually attracted to Hamada-sama, said Bo clearly. You're not? asked Joyce weakly. Bo nodded. I'm not. But you always make those jokes around her... Obviously it's because she's so offended by them, said Bo, amused. He had a twinkle in his eyes that Joyce never noticed before. He didn't have it when he talked to her. I really respect Hamada-sama. I have never respected any girl as much as her. It's not a good or bad thing really. I can't see myself doing anything perverted to her. We wouldn't work out as a couple you see? Joyce nodded in understanding. But Bo... Yes Ms. Bautista? You're always so respectful around me too, said Joyce with a weak smile. You can blame that on my gentlemanly side then, said Bo, grinning and glancing down at the refreshments. Why Ms. Bautista? Do you not like it? No, it's just, said Joyce, feeling ashamed of her thoughts. You're using that excuse towards Rin Hamada. I wonder if it's the same with me. Surprised at her words, Bo gave her one long look. Ms. Bautista? Why did you even go out with me anyways? asked Joyce weakly. Must there be a reason? asked Bo, no longer grinning. Still, he took it well. Actually, there was. We met through the Christian Union club right? Joyce nodded. I didn't know exactly why back then but you always look so sad and lonely. I thought you need cheering up, that's all. It must have been hard for you, said Joyce, trying hard to smile. I'm so sensitive and I get depressed over everything. All I do is come and cry to you. I don't even know why you would go out with someone as sad as me. Bo continued to stare at her and said at last, I guess I'm attracted to that. You're strange. Thank you, said Bo, grinning brightly. You're right though. You are the toughest girl I've ever met in my life. If I'm not careful, you would cry. If I don't say the right things, you would be sad for the rest of the day. I watch my words and actions all the time when I'm around you. It's tough. Tough... repeated Joyce. That's the right word. I liked it though, said Bo, picking up the plate of buns. You do? asked Joyce carefully, peering up at him. Because you're always so sad, whenever you smile, you make my day. Bo... said Joyce, lowering her eyes again and keeping them on her brother's name. Maybe I shouldn't be so moody. Maybe I should learn to lighten up. Maybe, said Bo, amused. Joyce sighed. I hate my name, Bo. Did I tell you that before?

Yes you did, said Bo immediately. You asked yourself why your parents put the word 'joy' in your name when you're anything but that. That's not true though. Joyce blinked and turned to Bo, shocked. You show your joy differently, that's all. Is that so... Bo nodded firmly. I can still remember that small smile on your lips when you receive your report card last year. You show your joy in small bundles, Ms. Bautista. You are observant, said Joyce, becoming tearful again. I'm sad again... that we have to sit together and talk about the past like this... It's okay, said Bo, placing a hand on her shoulder in a comforting manner. Nothing can be done about the past. Suddenly, Bo started laughing. Look at me. Acting all serious in front of you, Ms. Bautista. Acting all serious? Yes, said Bo, still laughing. I am usually never serious with anyone but you. It's a side of me that you bring out every time we talk now. Joyce dropped her eyes as if in shame. I'm being extra cautious you see. I used to joke around you all the time but I can never manage to cheer you up and that's the end of that. I know I haven't been very helpful, said Joyce slowly. But I do enjoy your humor. You do? I don't like it when you laugh when I'm sad, said Joyce admittedly, turning her head and body away from Bo. But otherwise, your cheerfulness is addicting. I like your grin and I like your playfulness. It's something I admire and love. Bo stood up now and held his hand out to Joyce. Did I ever mention that your sadness is so beautiful to me? Yes you have, said Joyce, looking up at him. Many, many times. You're so beautiful when you cry, said Bo softly. And you bring out this helpful and serious side of me that I didn't know existed. Why are you here Bo? asked Joyce at last, gazing at his hand. A group of people needs you right now. No, they don't, said Joyce, shaking her head. Her eyes were filled with tears. My brother needs me. I have to stay by his side. I heard from your mother that you have been visiting him every Saturday afternoon since his death, said Bo in a trembling voice. The tears dripped down the corners of Joyce's face. He is very lucky and happy, but you have to remember that the rest of us want to see you too. Joyce tried hard to wipe the tears away. Even you? Why do you think I personally come here instead of calling you? At that answer, Joyce grabbed a hold of Bo's hand. I don't want to leave him though. I want to be with him a little longer. If you come to tennis practice now, said Bo, tugging her up to her feet. I swear I'll stay with you here with your brother after we're done as long as you want. Joyce's eyes widened. I don't have anything better to do you

see.

I can't make you do that, said Joyce, hesitating. I want to, said Bo insistently. In comparison to you who come once a week, I can at least stay with him for one day right? Joyce gave in and nodded softly. My brother will be so happy. Once Joyce was inside Bo's car with all her belongings, she nearly tried to get out again before he drove off. Of course, Bo wouldn't allow her to retreat from her responsibility to the team. At first, he drove the car in silence until Joyce released a heavy sigh and wiped some tears from her eyes. She looked like she was in pain. I talked to my brother earlier... Oh? I want to tell him everything, said Joyce in a sad voice. If I didn't have school and homework to do, I would come visit him every day to make up for the lost time. Lost time? asked Bo, puzzled. Joyce began to cry again. I've been a horrible sister to him. When he was still here, I rarely talked to him. We would do our own business without saying much to each other. I even missed his basketball game a few months before his death. I'm sorry, said Bo quietly. Shaking her head, Joyce continued, I regret it ever so much. We could have done so much together. We could have went fishing or bug catching. We could have studied and watched television afterwards. Now... Joyce sniffed back the tears. We can't do any of that anymore and he left me behind. Ah, said Bo, not knowing what to say. I have so much to say to him but he's gone now. I can only talk to him like this every Saturday now. It doesn't feel enough. I know you regret all that lost time, said Bo suddenly, catching Joyce off guard. But everyone around you wants you to be happy, Ms. Bautista. I'm sure your brother wants you to be happy too. He doesn't want you to cry over him every day. How can I not though? asked Joyce, raising her voice. I was such a horrible sister. It's been months now, said Bo calmly, keeping his eyes on the road. And yet, you still visit him once a week every week. I don't think you're a horrible sister at all. All of us makes mistakes we want to take back, but what can we do? Bo grinned. Like how I shouldn't have smiled that day. I didn't mean to do that, said Joyce hopelessly, feeling awful. I was kidding. I am still grieving over my brother and making up for lost time, said Joyce in a lowered voice now. I want to ask you out again but at the same time, I don't know if I'm ready. I can't stop thinking of my brother and I don't have enough courage to move on or be with you again. You just need time, said Bo in the sweetest voice he could manage. Joyce nodded. That is why you need to devote more time to tennis since it

helps you relax. I should... I'll be happy to be with you again Ms. Bautista but not now, said Bo, surprising Joyce. I already told you once that I can't be with you. I feel that as a friend I am better at comforting you than as a boyfriend. I also can't over the fact that there's someone I can't stop thinking about. Rin Hamada? asked Joyce curiously. Bo didn't say anything for a while until he chuckled, She has a boyfriend and it worries me. I don't want anything to happen to her. She has lost her best friend recently. I know... I guess like you, said Bo, shrugging. I need time too. You with your brother and me with my queen. Joyce managed to giggle. Yeah. You laugh, said Bo, amused. I'm glad. Joyce suppressed her giggles out of embarrassment. One day, we'll get through this and become stronger people. Maybe then... we'll be able to move past our previous mistakes and immaturity and be together. Protect her well then, said Joyce supportively. Bo beamed. You too. It should be the other way around though, said Joyce, reddening. No, said Bo in disagreement. Protect that devotion, Ms. Bautista. Thank you. As they drove farther away from his grave, Joyce's thoughts continued to linger on the brother she should have paid more attention to. Maybe he wanted her to also play tennis well in his place. She could only hope he would forgive her for staying away from him a bit longer. At last, he would have more than her to keep him company later on. ****************************************************** Mother, said a dark-haired, young girl, climbing out of the moving van. Where should I drop off my box of plushies? I'll handle it from here, said the mother, accepting the box from the girl's hands. You should greet our neighbors instead, Yvette. Okay Mother! Much to Yvette's surprise, the boys in her new community were all busy heading toward the tennis courts down the street. She followed them, clueless to what they were doing. They didn't notice her either because they were too busy talking among themselves with tennis rackets over their shoulders. At last, at the tennis courts, Yvette was in awe when the boys started rallying against one another. They were good! There were two Korean boys and two Chinese boys paired up in a tennis match. Afraid that she would disturb them, Yvette sat on the grass and watched them him the green tennis ball back and forth in a doubles' match. A certain Korean boy was extremely good since he never seemed to hit the ball to the net. Tennis looks fun, said Yvette happily out loud, hugging her knees to her chest.

After a couple of hours, the boys were done and said their good byes to each other. They went their separate ways back home in order to wash up for dinner. The last boy who left the tennis courts was none other than who Yvette deemed the best player from the match alone. You're really good, said Yvette to him on his way out. The other boys have already left, not even caring to give her a look. This boy was the one who had to pick up all the balls so he came out last. Tennis is really cool! You play? asked the boy in a condescending voice. No... said Yvette, frowning and tilting her head. I don't know how... Loser. Yvette's eyes widened. She didn't say anything but the boy went on his way with a bag of balls and a tennis racket with him. She was furious. Who did he think he was? The best tennis player in the world? Determined, Yvette got up and ran home. That night, she unpacked her belongings in her new room. She frowned at all the plushies she collected over the years. She really liked furry animals. Hugging them to her, Yvette thought about the short conversation with the boy. How hard could tennis be? It looked easy to her! She could probably pick up a racket and play as well as them. With that in mind, she set out on a mission to sell all her plushies in exchange for a tennis racket. On a sunny day, Yvette begged her mother to take her to the tennis courts in the park to practice after she managed to buy a racket. She chose a pretty pink Prince that was within her price range. Her mother did not understand why she would practice at the park when they had tennis courts at their community. No, I cannot practice there, thought Yvette to herself. I want to surprise him. I'll show him who's a loser! While her mother sat at the bench, Yvette tried to hit the ball with her tennis racket. However, it was harder than she first though. She missed a couple of times and even hit her head with the racket once. She frowned. Why was this so hard? Was there something she didn't understand? Soon enough, her mother left to buy her some water. She sat on the bench, trying to figure out the problem, when she heard a loud wail. Rin-chan! cried a young boy on the tennis courts next to Yvette's. He looked Korean like she. Are you okay? My knee, sobbed a young girl, holding onto her knee. She dropped her racket on the ground. Strangely enough, she was wearing shorts, not a skirt. It hurts... The young boy smiled softly at her as he petted her head. It's okay, Rinchan. I don't want to play tennis! It's so hard! You're not the most athletic person that's true... Yvette realized that the little girl was Japanese. Her eyes opened at this. Why was a Korean boy playing tennis with a Japanese girl? She did not understand. Still, she watched them. Much to her surprise, the boy picked the girl up and carried her on his back.

I'll take care of you, Rin-chan, said the cheerful boy. Let's go to the water fountain to wash that off. Okay... said the Japanese girl, wiping away loose tears. Suddenly, Yvette realized why she was trying so hard to play tennis. It wasn't because she was interested in the sports. It was because she wanted to make friends. In her community, those Asian boys always played tennis with each other and left her out because she couldn't play. They always looked so happy while playing tennis. Yvette wanted to be happy too with her new friends. After all, she moved away from all her old ones... Once the two kids were back as well as her mother, Yvette went up to them and asked after they were done rallying, How do you learn to play tennis like that? The boy blinked. I have a private coach... I don't know how to play, said the girl sadly. After hearing this, Yvette watched them play before she tried to hit the tennis ball herself. She kept trying, but at last, her mother forced her to go home. She wasted a couple of hours trying to learn the basics by herself. However, she didn't give up. Since her parents didn't have enough money for a private coach, she should just watch people and learn the basics on her own. Eventually, Yvette tried her hand at practicing by herself again after watching the boys in her community play. She didn't have any friends and she didn't have anyone close who knew how to play tennis either. Miraculously, on that great day, she met someone who would soon become her own private coach. Mind if we share a court? Yvette lifted her eyes up at the older man speaking to her. He had fair white skin and dark red hair. He was wearing tennis clothes, a visor, and a pair of sunglasses. He was by himself with a charming smile on his face. Even though Yvette knew she wasn't supposed to speak to strangers, she felt guilty practicing on the tennis court by herself while all the other courts were occupied. Okay, said Yvette at last. While Yvette practiced hitting the tennis ball on one side of the court, the man was practicing his serves on the other. Yvette had never met someone with such beautiful, fast serves before. This was the first time Yvette realized that there were people who were much better than that boy she met on the first day she moved to her community. Are you a beginner? asked the man when he went over to her side to pick up the tennis balls. Yvette was speechless so she merely nodded. You want some pointers? Sure! said Yvette loudly without thinking. The man was very kind and patient with Yvette. He taught her all the basics in one day without attempting to practice any more of his serves. By the end of the day, Yvette could hit the ball from one end side of the court to the other successfully, using her forehand. Her coach clapped his hands in approval when she managed to hit the last ball in the basket to the other side in bounds.

You're a natural, Yvette, he praised. Yvette beamed. Thank you, Mister Rousseau. During the water break, Yvette asked him many questions. She felt like for the first time ever, she met not only a talented coach but a real friend as well. Mister Rousseau was friendly as he answered all her questions one by one. If you have a tennis court at home, said Yvette, frowning. Why do you practice in this park for? It's nice to change scenery once in a while, said he with a pleasant smile. Suddenly, he asked her a question, I'm curious. Why do you want to play tennis so much? I want to beat this boy at tennis! Laughing, he said, You're really competitive, aren't you Yvette? Is that a bad thing? asked Yvette shyly, dropping her eyes. No, not at all. I like it. I like your style, Yvette. Much to her surprise, he promised to teach her next week- same place and time. Enthusiastic, Yvette told herself that she must practice on her own everything he taught her until then. She wanted to play tennis well, not only for that boy but for herself. She was starting to enjoy the sport after all. After a year of practice, Yvette had improved so much. She was in her second year of middle school now. At last, she felt that she was ready to show off to that boy she met back then. She wanted to beat him fair and square. She wanted to prove him wrong. Yvette Kwan was definitely not a loser. But he wasn't there. Yvette gaped at the tennis courts in her community one day to find two boys playing tennis with one another. What happen to him? Yvette didn't give up though. She checked every day for a week for that boy but he never appeared on those courts again. Sad, Yvette sat on the grass outside the courts, thinking to herself. Yvette? Yvette lifted her eyes to her neighbor David. Hello. What are you doing here? Are you lost? Not really, said Yvette honestly, glancing away. Since we live side by side, let's go home together, said David with a smile. Since she had no reason to be here, Yvette walked home with David. David lived literally right next door. Usually, David practiced tennis at home since he had a tennis court in his backyard but today, his parents were using it so he had to go to the far ones down the street. This was the first time Yvette saw David playing tennis with her own eyes. He was actually really good. There was a boy who made fun of me when I first moved here, said Yvette softly to herself more than David. He was tall and he talked down on everyone because he believed he was the best of them all. Oh him, said David in recognition. He moved a month ago. Really? asked Yvette, shocked. Yeah, his father got a job at a different state. Oh, said Yvette, disappointed. She was sad now. I see... Why? Did you want to tell him something?

No, not exactly, said Yvette, sighing. I wanted to challenge him to a tennis match but I guess I can't do that anymore. You play tennis? asked David, surprised. He was in awe of her now. Yvette was so disappointed that she merely nodded. That's so cool! You should play against me sometime! I might not be as great as he was but I'm pretty damn close! I'll beat you easily then, said Yvette, smirking. Hey! You don't know that for sure! Before Yvette went inside her house, David told her to cheer up and that they would play tennis every day if she wanted. Thankful for him, Yvette agreed to this and said that she would definitely show him her hidden tennis skills. That boy, said Yvette before she closed the door behind her. Was he popular? I guess. He had lots of friends... Yvette smiled weakly and looked down. I see... ************************************************* Before heading out to the courts, Lexi wanted to meet the person Jin talked about to her before. She skipped inside and greeted Grim, who was occupied with his cell phone. She noticed he got the latest kind with the touch screen. He was writing a blog entry so she didn't care to disturb him further. Hey, so you want to eat at that Pho restaurant? I didn't bring any money on me though... Stop being so cheap, Sid. Happy, Lexi went up to the two chatting Korean boys. She was about to go upstairs and spied on them to see how good-looking they were. Luckily for her, they decided to come down themselves. If there was one thing Lexi wasn't afraid of, it was talking to boys. Even though all her freshman friends were shy around them, Lexi had no problems expressing her interest and herself to them. She wanted to show that she was aggressive and she would do anything to get a boyfriend. Hey, said Lexi, greeting Sidney and Eugene. Hey, said Sidney with a charming smile. Hey, said Lexi, smiling. Hey, said Sidney again. Hey, said Lexi a third time. Eugene was annoyed at being left out. Sid, we should go eat already. Oh yeah, said Sidney, returning his attention to his best friend. Are you paying? You owe me, said Eugene, glaring. Sure, said Sidney quickly, obviously against the idea. However, he glanced back at Lexi who was watching them. Your name is Lexi right? Yes! cried Lexi, clasping her hands together. That's my name! Is there any girl you don't know the name of? asked Eugene suspiciously, lifting a lofty brow at Sidney. I didn't know her name until a few hours ago, said Sidney innocently.

Honestly. Lexi tilted her head and wrapped her hands behind her back. You're... Eugene? In a matter of seconds, Eugene went from irritated to proud. Yes, that's me. Sidney tossed Eugene one hard look at his change in attitude. What's up? Oh my God, said Lexi with bright, cheerful eyes. She leaned toward Eugene, beaming. You're Eugene like I suspected! Jin told me about you! You're looking for a girlfriend right? Well, coincidentally, I'm looking for a boyfriend! Lucky you, said Sidney, winking. Eugene groaned. No offense Lexi but... Lexi frowned. I don't really know you... But, said Lexi, pouting. We can get to know one another! Splendid answer, said Sidney in an urging voice. Excuse me for one second, said Eugene with the best grin he could manage before he went off to a different room. Meanwhile, Sidney immediately started a conversation with Lexi while Eugene pressed a single button to talk to the one responsible for him being in this situation in the first place. Jin Song! On the other line, Jin was busy running back and forth between his project and his responsibilities at home. He was making three different dishes at the same time while trying to help Jordan with the project. In the middle of chopping salad, Jin heard his cell phone ringing. Hoping it was Jezebelle asking him to pick her up, Jin picked up the phone in a hurry, only to get angry messages from Eugene. Sorry Eugene, said Jin, dropping his head once Eugene calmed down. I told Lexi that you didn't have a girlfriend and that you're not that badlooking since she wanted to date a handsome, Asian upperclassman... I'm flattered, said Eugene, grinning to himself. Then, he realized why he called Jin in the first place and that he was talking to Jin. Wait a second! That sounded wrong! I don't want to be flattered by another guy! Even though you're Jin and you're nice and I think you're pretty damn fine yourself and... Eugene, stop, said Jin, scratching his head. I don't know anymore, said Eugene, exasperated. I'm not that desperate okay? Sure, I haven't had a girlfriend and Sid had like five but Grim and David didn't have any either. Well, maybe not for David or Grim anymore but... Eugene sighed loudly. Forget it! I'm rambling! You're just too good of a listener and I can't stay mad at you! Eugene, said Jin in a firm tone now. Yes? I know I'm in no position to say this, said Jin, thinking about Jezebelle immediately. But I think you should get to know a girl before you date her... I'm sure it's the same with most couples. No matter how desperate you are... I'm not desperate, cried Eugene, groaning. Why does everyone say that?

For as long as I've known you, said Jin, frowning. You keep saying you want a girlfriend so I thought you really wanted one badly. That's just me being jealous at Sidney. Oh... Anyways, Jin, said Eugene, calming down again. Like I said, I can't stay mad at you and you didn't really say something wrong to that Lexi girl. I thought you did and misunderstood you. I'm sorry pal. I'm your fan all the way. You have fun okay? Thanks. You too. After Eugene hung up, Jin remembered about tennis practice and that Eugene must be at David's house since Lexi was there too. He wanted to call Eugene and asked if he knew when the girls would be done with tennis practice but he felt bad about it. With this in mind, Jin went back upstairs to finish up the project with Jordan. The Caucasian boy was busy with work but when Jin came back in the room, Jordan immediately sat as far away from Jin as possible. Oh, it's almost done, said Jin happily, typing up what they have so far on the computer while Jordan cut and pasted paper. We should be done before dinner at this rate, right Jordan? Yeah, said Jordan shakily. Actually, I've been thinking... Er... yes? Jordan shifted his eyes around. Since you're so busy with cooking and stuff, I can pick Jezebelle up for you. I'll stay out of sight I swear. I'm actually pretty good at hiding since I've been popular for a long time. I mean I did hide my relationship with Roselle for years right? I understand that but, said Jin, frowning. You did most of the work on our project. I can't ask you to pick Fi up too. Besides, she's my girlfriend so she's my responsibility. I'll finish dinner before I have to pick her up. Frowning, Jordan lowered his eyes at his paperwork. Hey Jin. Do you ever feel... Feel what? Nothing, never mind, said Jordan, shaking his head and concentrating on their project. I'll pick up Jezebelle. I was going to drive Roselle home anyways. Jin frowned. But Jordan... I'll do it, said Jordan in a louder and firmer voice than before. Then, he tossed Jin a shaky smile. I'll pick her up and I'll be extra careful with your car and everything. We don't want you to rush the cooking right? I have a weak stomach so I can't handle bad food. Oh okay then, said Jin, convinced. I owe you one Jordan. Standing up suddenly, Jordan laughed and headed toward the door. Be right back, Jin. Hastily, Jordan left the room and went down the stairs. He breathed in and out heavily before he stared at the perfectly clean kitchen sink. I can't take this... I need an excuse to get out of here... Over at David's house, the girls gathered in the front yard to head over to the tennis courts together. Yvette seemed a bit uneasy walking down this

road even though she had do so many times before. Truthfully, she hadn't played tennis on those courts for years. She had been practicing at David's tennis court for the most part. There was something unsettling about reentering those courts she disliked so much. Even after Yvette set up for Roselle and Tasha to be handled by the more experienced Venus and Jezebelle in one court while leaving the other two Doubles team to handle themselves, Yvette couldn't help but sigh a couple of times. She was sitting in the same spot she sat watching those boys years ago. Why did she remember that now? Was it because Jezebelle said some things that brought back painful memories? I'm not perfect, thought Yvette endlessly. I have flaws in my playing style too... Suddenly, Yvette was brought back to the training in front of her when she heard Roselle's loud voice. Gaping, Yvette shot up at the sight of Roselle abandoning the current game she was playing in order to talk on her cell phone. In a real match, Roselle would have forfeited to the other team at stopping the game midway to pick up her cell phone. All right, I got it, said Roselle into her cell phone, walking around the edge of the courts in circles. I'll call my mother later, informing her that you'll be picking me up and dropping me home today. Warn me earlier next time will you? Roselle! shrieked Yvette, stomping over to Roselle with her hands on her hips. I have to go now, said Roselle, not scared at Yvette at all. Her Highness is calling for me. God, I hate her. Bye now. You're in the middle of a match, said Yvette irritably, snatching Roselle's cell phone from her hands. You're not allowed to pick up your cell phone! This isn't a real match, said Roselle, rolling her eyes. Still, said Yvette, angry. No cell phones! It's from Jordan, said Roselle, retrieving her cell phone back. I had to pick up. Leave your personal business off the courts! Now, Roselle was no longer calm. What if it were an emergency huh? What kind of emergency can it possible be? asked Yvette, daring Roselle to answer. I don't know... like him trying to commit suicide? asked Roselle loudly in an angry voice. Everyone gaped at Roselle's words. Roselle widened her eyes at what she said and clapped her hand over her mouth. I... I... Even Roselle knows how to lie, said Yvette cruelly, ignoring everyone's stares. Forget this, said Roselle, running off the courts in tears. All you do is sit in the shade and boss us around, you meanie! After Roselle ran off, Yvette scowled and left the courts as well with her nose up high. Everyone began chattering among themselves instead of practicing. However, out of the bunch, Jezebelle gazed after the two with a

lifted brow. She thought about it for a moment and lowered her eyes to the ground. There was something interesting going on. Suicide... said Jezebelle under her breath. She took a seat at the nearby benches. Why would Young out of all people lie about something like that... However, Jezebelle didn't ponder on these thoughts long enough when some of the girls started wondering why Roselle would lie something outrageous like that about her boyfriend. Lexi was extremely mad right now too with her hands on her hips and her racket on the ground. Maybe Roselle's right, said Lexi suddenly, gaining everyone else's attention. I mean why is she in the shade while the rest of us have to work our butts off to 'improve' ourselves? Like Jezebelle said earlier, she's far from perfect! What is she thinking? Calm down, Lexi, said Sophronia, patting the girl on the back. I am sure Yvette's only doing what is best for the team. Why is she the team captain? asked Lexi, moving away from her Doubles' partner. I mean, Tasha is supposedly the best since she's Number One Singles right? Also, Yvette gets on my nerves every time she speaks! All she does is boss us around and make herself look godly. She's not that great okay? She scares me sometimes, said Tasha softly and admittedly. Exactly, said Lexi, nodding at Tasha. We should be able to practice in a way that is most fitting for each of us. Why can't we play matches by ourselves and keep score of our own weaknesses and strengths without Yvette telling us off for it in front of everyone? Mai and May nodded. Yes... Such big words for such a tiny girl, said Jezebelle suddenly, crossing her legs. The other girls now shifted their attention to the girl at the bench. I'm quite impressed with your ability to rile the others up, Lexi. Lexi tossed Jezebelle a puzzled look. Don't you agree with me Jezebelle? You of all people showed signs of disagreement with our team captain earlier this season. I'm Jezebelle Tilly, said Jezebelle, fluttering her pretty eyelashes. I don't take sides. I make my own. Your own? asked Sophronia, interested. I must admit, said Jezebelle, observing the group of girls before her. Before I joined this team, I did not imagine you girls to be like this. I have never met this many unmotivated, apathetic bitches in my life. Lexi was going to say something against this but Sophronia held her back. It's kind of pathetic really how most of you girls are not even here because of the sport. The whole concept is absurd and... Jezebelle gave them a deadly smirk. Fascinating. Jezebelle's really scary isn't she, said Venus under her breath to Tasha, who hastily nodded in agreement. Sometimes, I wonder if she's really a sophomore. What do you mean by that? asked Sophronia out loud to Jezebelle. Everyone was there no? asked Jezebelle, widening her eyes in amazement. All you girls made such amazing speeches about it too at the

mall. No one said anything. Jezebelle giggled evilly. Your girls are nothing like my former tennis team at my old high school. The difference is incredible. What were they like? asked Tasha, afraid. It was a dog-eat-dog world, my dears, said Jezebelle, shrugging it off like it was nothing. Tasha jumped and hid behind Sophronia now. All the girls would literally do anything to be Number One. We're always trying to steal each other's positions to prove we're better. Quite an anarchy that was. That's sad... said Sophronia, lowering her eyes. And scary, said Lexi, biting her lip. At least, they're all motivated to be the best, said Jezebelle, lifting a brow. Our team captain might have liked it there. Perhaps. I would love to see that. What position were you anyways? asked Venus out of pure interest. Jezebelle gasped. Me? Number One of course. I see... said Venus, not knowing what to say. Let's just say, said Jezebelle, getting up from her bench and picking up her racket. After I was done with them, it wasn't quite an anarchy anymore. Have you guys heard of an absolute monarchy? The other girls nodded, including the two Chinese girls in unison. Forget that. It was a complete dictatorship. After hearing that, none of the other girls had anything to say to Jezebelle. The half-Korean girl simply went over to the basket of balls, ready to serve. She picked one up and gazed intently at the now silent and unmoving group of girls in front of her. And you girls are complaining about this absolute monarchy established in your team, said Jezebelle amused, throwing the ball into the air and smashing a serve with it. The girl swore that serve must have been over a hundred miles per hour. At least, you people have a captain who cares about your shitty opinion to an extent. What are you people staring at me for? Jezebelle licked her pretty red lips. You want me to take over your training while she's gone? I'll... said Lexi, regaining her voice and losing all her confidence in voicing out against Yvette. I'll find Yvette. Me too, said Tasha quickly, leaving the courts with Lexi. The other girls all muttered excuses to leave the courts until it was Jezebelle and Venus left. Jezebelle was busy serving to care much for Venus, but the Filipino girl kept staring at Jezebelle and trying to find the right words to say. At last, Venus approached Jezebelle once she was done with the basket of tennis balls. You made up that story didn't you? asked Venus calmly. Jezebelle shrugged innocently. I wonder... It doesn't matter though, said Venus, trying hard to smile at Jezebelle. I want to thank you. Knowing them, they would have broke out and fought against Yvette like Roselle did. I'm glad you stopped that from happening. I didn't really do it for her, said Jezebelle, walking to the other side

with the basket to pick up the tennis balls. Lexi was getting on my fucking nerves and I thought that it would be a crap if I had to be part of a losing tennis team. That's true. Yvette holds this team together after all. Less work for the rest of us, said Jezebelle, bouncing two tennis balls up with her tennis racket and catching them. Venus looked sad at this. She works so hard... but of course no one knows it. She totally spotted my weakness, said Jezebelle, dumping the tennis balls in the basket. She took care of all of the paperwork, the dress code, and everything else. Without seeing it, it's pretty damn obvious she's working over time. Why? Who knows. She wants to be recognized, said Venus suddenly. Jezebelle frowned. Recognized? If our tennis team can win under her leadership, said Venus slowly. The other girls will grow to respect her and maybe even stay close friends with her after graduation. Wishful thinking. It's true, said Venus defensively. I have known her long enough. She wants to be the best because she wants everyone to respect her. Maybe then, she'll make friends. It's silly isn't it? Venus laughed while Jezebelle continued to pick up the tennis balls. I don't know where she got that from really... That's why I prefer a dictatorship, said Jezebelle, admiring the tennis ball in her hands with a smile on her face. Venus followed Jezebelle's longing gaze. Then, people like her and I don't need to be held back by such foolish, unnecessary weaknesses. You call her need to make friends a weakness? asked Venus, confused. Jezebelle waved her off. It's not like someone like you can understand. You made me even more curious, said Venus, frowning. To dodge Venus's curiosity, Jezebelle ignored the girl and continued to pick up the ball and dumped them in her basket. Eventually, Venus gave up in getting the information out of Jezebelle so she left the courts to look for Jezebelle as well. Jezebelle picked up the last tennis ball left in the corner and smiled to herself. Friends? asked Jezebelle to herself. She mentally laughed at the thought. I didn't think she was such a softie. I guess she's not like me at all. Jezebelle dropped the tennis ball on top of the pile. What a shame. She's just another ordinary girl. Before the rest of the girls came back from their search, Jezebelle managed to empty the basket again for another round in no time. ******************************************** After David told Joyce and Bo that the other girls were at the tennis courts down the street, Bo walked side by side with Joyce to meet up with them. He was rubbing his chin in thought while she looked around for any sign of the other girls.

I've been bored lately, said Bo suddenly. Joyce blinked twice. Why? After Jin ditched me, I can't make three-some jokes anymore, said Bo with a thoughtful look on his face. After Hamada-sama got together with Kristian, I can't make perverted jokes around her anymore either. I need a new toy. I don't know... said Joyce sadly. Vance is no fun because he doesn't care, said Bo, sighing loudly. Ms. Bautista, you know anyone who would actually take my jokes seriously? A toy to occupy my time with for the time being? I'm not sure... said Joyce, unhelpful. Then, she spotted Roselle sitting at the corner of the street by herself. Roselle? Oh, it's Roselle Young, said Bo in recognition of the half-Native American girl. What in the world is she doing? Seeing the two approached them, Roselle shot up to her feet. Joyce! You're here! I'm sorry, said Joyce apologetically, bowing low. I should have come here earlier but I had to visit my brother... You and I shouldn't come here at all! said Roselle stubbornly, wrapping her arms in front of her chest. Yvette's being a meanie again! She keeps looking down on everyone and she refuses to practice with the rest of us! But Roselle... said Joyce, glancing away. The reason why Yvette doesn't practice as much as the rest of us at school is because she's always watching us play and figuring out our weaknesses before our opponents... Roselle frowned. You're just saying that. I'm not, said Joyce, trembling slightly. I saw her notepad before. She kept notes on everybody... their strengths and weaknesses... endurance and speed... Roselle's eyes widened. I hear that she practices tennis a lot at home too... so she's not being lazy or anything. She just wants us to make use of all the courts and time available. Great, Joyce, said Roselle, turning her back to them. Now I feel bad for fighting with her again! She is still a meanie though. You're going to apologize to Yvette? asked Bo, entering the conversation now. He had been patiently waiting for them to finish. I guess, said Roselle, pouting. I don't care about pride! If I'm wrong about something, I'll go back and apologize! Before Roselle ran off, Bo grabbed her arm, Before you go, Roselle, may I ask you for a small favor? What is it Bo? asked Roselle curiously, removing his hand from her. Hamada-sama is taken now so I can't tease her anymore, said Bo in a sorry voice. Roselle looked sympathetic to Bo's plead. I need a new toy to play with. Know any? Oh! I do! said Roselle, running up to Bo and standing on her tiptoes to be closer to his ear. You see... Jordan has a fear of... After Roselle's whispers, Bo's eyes lighten up. Joyce frowned, curious what Roselle told Bo in secret. Bo thanked Roselle with a wide grin on his face.

Roselle told him that she was sure of it so he should have fun making use of Jordan's weakness. The two of them continued on their way after Roselle ran off to the tennis courts ahead. What did she say? asked Joyce, unable to hold back her curiosity. You'll see, said Bo with a wide grin. Roselle is such a nice girlfriend. Jordan is very lucky to have someone like her. Confused still, Joyce frowned and shrugged it off. They headed toward the tennis courts. All the girls were already back there with Roselle and Yvette glaring at each other. It seemed that after Roselle apologized to Yvette, they had another reason to fight again. However, they both stopped at the sight of Joyce entering the courts. Joyce, said Yvette, surprised. Then, she noticed Bo outside. Thanks Bo... Bo winked at Yvette and left the area. All right. Let's practice for real now! Everyone cheered except for Jezebelle who was busy checking her hair for split ends. Okay. Joyce, you're up against Tasha. Jezebelle against Roselle. The doubles team against one another. Venus and I will go around to supervise and advise. We'll be ready for Monday's match if we concentrate for the next hour. Roselle frowned. I still don't like this... It's her last year here, said Jezebelle, coming up to Roselle. Let her do what she wants. Next year, try to become team captain and lead then Young. What about you? asked Roselle, lifting a brow at Jezebelle's suggestion. I have more important things in mind than lead a tennis team, said Jezebelle, still playing with her hair. Let's play a death match for once okay? Sure, said Roselle, smiling. Oh. Jordan will be picking us both up. Is that fine? I guess, said Jezebelle, sighing out of boredom. Roselle nodded and headed to her side of the tennis court. Actually, Jezebelle added after Roselle left. It's perfect. Thanks a lot sweetie. After practicing for the next two hours, everyone was exhausted except for Tasha and Jezebelle. Tasha was enthusiastically chatting about a new ice cream flavor to Sophronia, who nodded and drank her last water bottle in silence. Lexi was tired so she was resting her head against May. Mai looked slightly jealous. As for Roselle, she was complaining loudly how she was not going to come to practice tomorrow even if they went to her house and dragged her away. Unfortunately for Joyce, she was the one standing closest to Roselle so she started to cry. Venus and Yvette were checking notes together. Lastly, Jezebelle was sitting by herself in the corner with her eyes on the court. Why is everyone avoiding Jezebelle? asked Roselle to Joyce, ignoring the fact that she was crying. I wasn't here remember? asked Joyce sadly, lowering her eyes. Hey, said Roselle, clapping her hand on Tasha's shoulder. Why is everyone avoiding Jezebelle? What did she do? Don't you know? asked Tasha in a fierce whisper. She's scary!

Isn't Jezebelle always scary? asked Roselle honestly. She's even scarier now, said Tasha, shivering and leaning closer to Roselle. She said some creepy things. I don't know if it's true or not but the tone she used when talking about it... it was not the same as usual... What do you mean? Scary-sounding? No, said Tasha, shaking her head frantically. I don't know how to describe it! I do, said Sophronia, interrupting the two. The only white girl on the team looked troubled for once. Even though Jezebelle said some disturbing things, she sounded... incredibly gleeful about. It was as if she was enjoying the whole thing. Roselle glared. So? So? repeated Tasha and Sophronia, surprised. Maybe she likes horror! Maybe she likes telling scary stories! said Roselle with a firm nod. The other two stared at each other. If I can write scary stories, I'll write them to scare my readers too! It's fun! I understand why she can be so happy about it. You don't understand, Roselle, said Tasha, giggling now. You had to be there. I agree, said Sophronia with a nod. Roselle sighed. Fine. Whatever. I don't get it okay? I'll talk to her then! Roselle ran over and joined Jezebelle. Hey Jezebelle! We didn't get to talk much on the car earlier with Wendy around! What's up with you? Tossing Roselle a side glance, Jezebelle muttered, I'm just thinking. About? Why Jordan would be so suicidal, said Jezebelle with a pleasant smile. Roselle lost color on her face. I didn't mean to say that... You're not the first to say that though, said Jezebelle, leaning against Roselle with a seductive smile on her lips. My Wendy said the same thing before. I wonder what exactly you guys mean by that. I don't know the details myself, said Roselle admittedly, glancing away. What if I tell you that I know a way to make Jordan happy? Seriously? asked Roselle, surprised. I can't think of anything that makes him happy really except for books, basketball, and crossword puzzles! He really loves those! Interesting, said Jezebelle, smirking now. He's always happy around Jin though... said Roselle, thinking. I guess that's normal though. Jin is his first male friend. You weren't here Jezebelle but back in freshman and sophomore year, most of the boys only talk to Jordan for popularity sake. None of them really liked him... it's sad really... That happens, said Jezebelle, trying hard to sound understanding. Roselle nodded. So what is it that you think will make Jordan happy again? According to my observations, said Jezebelle, putting on her poker face. Doesn't it seem like there's a single source behind all of Jordan's unhappiness?

I thought there were multiple... it's usually complex like that... You said it didn't you? asked Jezebelle, smiling beautifully. He didn't make any real male friends because of his popularity... I thought popular people are usually happy, said Roselle, clueless. Suddenly, she stood up. Wait. No they're not. Roselle gasped. Jordan told me that before! I knew that! Wow. I feel stupid now! People wear facades depending on the situation, said Jezebelle, ignoring Roselle's outburst. She clasped her hands together and elevated her eyes up at Roselle. Jordan's the same. I didn't think he would be this type of person when I first met him. That's true, said Roselle with a nod. He's a jerk around those other boys... That's why you should think of Jordan instead, said Jezebelle, laying her head on top of her clasped hands. Stop trying to get in my boyfriend's way. How did you- You people don't think I haven't noticed that Rin Hamada, Bo Sungwoo, Jordan Greene, yourself, and a couple of other people were missing during nutrient that day? asked Jezebelle, lifting a fine brow. While my cuddly bear was off in the bungalows? You really are scary, said Roselle more in awe than fright. If you guys think you can work together and bring him back to your side, try it, said Jezebelle, shrugging innocently. But keep in mind that I'm your opponent and you can't win against me. You're not that great, said Roselle, pouting. If you really care about your boyfriend, said Jezebelle, getting up now at the sight of Jin's car parked outside. You should wish for him to stop being so popular, not my boyfriend. Believe me, dear. Jezebelle gripped Roselle's shoulder. My honey bear can take it. Yours can't, as proven. You should think of the best course of action for you and Jordan. I left my stuff back at David's house, said Roselle through gritted teeth. You should hurry then, said Jezebelle, flinging her hair back. You wouldn't want me to be in the same car with your boyfriend that long right? Knowing that Jezebelle was right, Roselle left the courts in a hurry. The other girls were also leaving the courts one by one. Jezebelle was satisfied with what she said so she headed to the car and sat in the passenger's seat despite Jordan's surprise look. I don't do back, said Jezebelle, answering his unspoken question. Where is Roselle going? asked Jordan, glancing over his shoulder at Jezebelle's tennis bag thrown carelessly backwards. Did she forget something? Something like that, said Jezebelle, shrugging. You think that stupid hat can hide your face? Jordan blushed. If it doesn't work for celebrities, it won't work for you. It's okay. You're picking your girlfriend up to. No one will say anything.

You're right, said Jordan, taking off his hat and sighing. Jezebelle noticed the expression on his face. What? Did fudge dump you? lot. What does 'Onii-chan' mean? asked Jordan, hiding his face now. I don't know, said Jezebelle honestly. Spring calls Asian pear that a

Spring? You know... the little girl on the JV tennis team. Oh, the cute one. Jezebelle nodded. She calls him that a lot. It's probably a term for a close male friend or some shit like that. Thinking now, Jordan lifted his head back up. What does it mean when a boy call another boy that? Jin was like... happy and... said that he always wanted to be an older brother or something... Maybe he sees you as a younger brother, said Jezebelle, not sure what to make of this conversation. I... don't want him to see me that way though... Suddenly, Jezebelle started laughing loudly. You sound like those losers who I rejected for a date. Jordan reddened. Did you know that the best way to say no to a guy is by telling him that you see him as a brother? It's fucking hilarious. It's not the same, said Jordan, frustrated. Of course not! cried Jezebelle, smiling cruelly. Boys call each other brothers all the time! It's even closer than friends! This is usually the opposite when dealing with girls. Jezebelle stopped and gave Jordan a scrutinizing look. Or are you saying that my boyfriend is not good enough to be brothers with you? Not at all, said Jordan, sighing. It's... I don't know. Great, said Jezebelle, looking away. Just great! What's great? Knowing that stupid geek, he's probably sad that you turned down being his brother and clueless as to why, said Jezebelle, sighing. Jordan was stunned by her words. Oh well. He'll just have to play some video games to cheer himself up again. What have I done? asked Jordan, hitting his head several times against the window. I thought it'll make him happy so I did it! Now, I made him sad by declining it by not knowing what it is in the first place. That girl will pay. Drama is fun, said Jezebelle, giggling to herself. You should probably drive up to the house to save time for Young. Oh right. He really trusts you doesn't he? asked Jezebelle, musing on this. First, he left me alone with you at his own house. Next, he lent you his car to pick us up. He wouldn't even let me drive his car by myself. How dumb. I see, said Jordan, trying not to sound delighted at this. Jezebelle sighed. You should just go along with his role-playing. I think if it's you, he'll be really happy. Actually, Jezebelle frowned. I'm kind of

jealous how close you two are. I feel like I'm left out of the fun. We're just friends, said Jordan quickly, smiling weakly. I hope so or else I'll have a problem on my hands right? Nodding quickly, Jordan shifted his attention to Roselle who slipped into the car with her belongings. At the sight of her, Jordan greeted her with a smile. She greeted him back quickly before she glanced at Jezebelle, who was pretending not to care about them. Suspicious of the two, Roselle couldn't help it. You didn't do anything to her did you Jordan? asked Roselle out loud. Why would I do anything to her? asked Jordan, shocked by her seemingly random question. Jezebelle tossed Roselle a bored look. Are you okay Roselle? You're not planning to stay over at Jin's house after you're done with the project are you? asked Roselle, uneasy. No... I wasn't... I'm not going to keep a secret from you, said Roselle quickly, trying hard to remain calm. Kristian is coming over to my house tomorrow to work on our project but I won't do anything with him with my mother around. You don't have to worry. I... trust you... said Jordan, feeling awkward now. Besides, I wouldn't lie to you. I know that. So, said Roselle, glancing at Jezebelle again. You shouldn't lie to me either. Maybe you've practicing in the sun too long, said Jordan worriedly, leaning over from the back to the back and touching her forehead quickly. You seem fine... I am perfectly fine, said Roselle, annoyed. She wrapped her arms in front of her chest. After you're done with your project, please call me. Okay, said Jordan, agreeing quickly. Anything you want. Stay out of trouble okay? asked Roselle, almost sadly now. I will, said Jordan, smiling at her. I won't do anything stupid. I'm glad, said Roselle, cheering up but still glancing at Jezebelle now and again. Maybe we can go on a real date in the future! That'll be nice right? Jordan widened his smile. Yeah. That sounds nice. Observing the two, Jezebelle was amused but she didn't say anything the rest of the way. She basically kept to herself while the other two talked about Roselle's fictional story. Jezebelle wondered what course of action Grim was going to take now that she slipped up a couple of things to him on purpose. Would he purposely break them up? Would he be the selfless type and step aside? It didn't matter to Jezebelle since she would benefit no matter what. Once she got rid of Plan A thanks to the Jin Song Phenomenon, Plan B had to work or else, she would have to resort to Plan C. Even Jezebelle didn't want to go there. **********************************************

At home, Grim was busy typing on his computer all the information Tiffany gave him in regards to what happened at the beach today. Even though he rarely typed a blog entry on Jordan, he felt like he should this time. While typing the entry though, Grim stopped and thought about what he was going to do. Would he help or destroy Jordan? It could go either way with enough bias and correct wording to the same information. Frowning, Grim sat back in his seat and thought about the aftereffects of what he was about to do. Jezebelle was right in that if he had been more confident and assertive, Roselle would have been with him instead of Jordan. For the past few years, Grim had been extra careful around Roselle. He made sure not to step too deep into the 'friend category' but he also made sure never to seem like he was only interested in her. Girls didn't like boys who chased after them. They liked someone hard to get and Roselle was pretty much the same way. After all that planning, how did he lose to Jordan? Grim could not understand this. He had studied about this. Timing was everything. Yet, somewhere along the way, Grim took a wrong turn. He miscalculated and Jordan beat him to Roselle. That was not all. From what Grim gathered, Jordan won thanks to Jin supporting him with Roselle's mother that day. At this thought, Grim widened his eyes and took off his glasses. That was it. Jordan won not because of his looks or skills. It was because Jin was there to help him! Deleting what he typed up so far, Grim started a new entry altogether. While he typed, he thought about the first time he met Roselle. He introduced himself to Roselle the exact same way he did to May and Mai at David's tennis courts a few years ago. Even now, he still remembered the anger on her face. But all you gave me are numbers! cried Roselle loudly, stomping her foot. What does that even tell me about you? Nothing! Nothing at all! You can't truly be friends with someone by numbers alone! And just like that, Roselle proved to Grim that numbers were meaningless when it came to friendship. Roselle didn't understand how a GPA or anything similar for the matter could tell her about people. She was a writer and she hated numbers in general. To her, she embraced personality and characteristics. Grim had no idea back then. For example, she didn't believe that someone with an IQ of 200 was intelligent. She only believed someone was intelligent if they could prove it to her. That was how Roselle was and Grim believed he came out of his shell a lot ever since he met her. Still, she did not accept reality completely. Instead of admiring him for him, she first admired his writing. She kept comparing it to hers and calling his superior. Of course, to him, it was the opposite. He hated his own work and thought hers was better. This did not bother Grim though because Roselle eventually learned more about him. They became best friends after all. Since Roselle knew he often loses paperwork if they were not kept in an orderly manner, she would spent time running over after school to the journalism room in order to staple his paperwork for him so he wouldn't lose them. Grim thought she was very cute when she did that. Sometimes, during writing club, she would do the same. Someone would give him something they

wrote for his opinion and right before he put it in his backpack, Roselle would snatch it from him, stabled it, and returned it with a smile. Thanks to him, he had a stapler on her at times. Besides, she would often hand him her own stapled writing for him to read over. Grim knew exactly why he had feelings for Roselle. People were often afraid of him. He was a critical person, usually criticizing others for their works or actions. There were times when he simply didn't say anything because it displeased people. But Roselle did not mind either. On the contrary, she bluntly stated his faults out loud and told him off often. She was not afraid of him and he was not afraid of hurting her either. She was strong enough to take his criticism and made use of them. Finally, Grim was done with his blog entry and stared at the screen for a while with his mouse hovering over the published button. Should he publish it or not? He thought about how Jordan ditched the basketball team for Roselle. Tiffany said she got it from Parker so it must be true. However, he also heard that Roselle kicked him later and that he was with Wendy earlier. With all of that in mind, Grim published his post at last. ************************************************ When Jordan and Jezebelle arrived home, Jin bolted out of the kitchen and tackled Jezebelle into a hug, in which she slipped out of one second later and headed upstairs without looking back. Jordan blinked after her, not knowing what to say to what he just saw happened before him. Thanks Jordan, said Jin happily. Do you want a hug too? Jordan reddened and shook his head frantically. I'm joking. The food is ready. Do you mind if my cousin eats with us too? My mother already left the house. Not at all, said Jordan, following Jin to the kitchen. Knowing Fi, said Jin, chuckling under his breath. She will refuse to eat dinner. Oh... said Jordan, blinking. But, said Jin, pulling out a box out of the refrigerator. It was none other than mochi ice cream. I will bribe her with this! What is that? asked Jordan, gaping at the tiny box. Her favorite food in the world, said Jin with a grin, handing Jordan the box. The two nodded before they went upstairs. Jezebelle's door was locked. They waited until she unlocked it. Then, Jin opened the door and rolled into the room FBI-style, as if ready to attack. However, he was surprised to find Jezebelle hugging her teddy bear on top of her bed with her back to them. She's not going to kill me? asked Jin, surprised. I don't want to eat, said Jezebelle in a low voice. Told you, said Jin with a nod toward Jordan. He went over and picked a mochi ice cream with a pair of chopsticks. Jordan was in awe. Fi! You have to eat dinner! I made you salad with white chicken meat in it. Don't care. Smiling now, Jin got on top of the bed and hovered the mochi ice cream in front of her face. I got green tea mochi ice cream for you!

Mochi ice cream! chirped Jezebelle, trying to grab it with her hands, but Jin pulled back just in time. Give it to me, you sugar cane! No, Fi, said Jin sternly, jumping off the bed. She was glaring at him angrily. No dessert until after dinner! You little- Run, Jordan, run, screamed Jin, tackling into Jordan on the way out. The two stumbled out of the room and ran down the stairs with Jezebelle right behind them. Jordan, no matter what you do, don't let her get her hands on the box before we reach the kitchen! I swear my life on it! cried Jordan, running into the kitchen first. Jordan placed the box on the table and offered his hand out dramatically to Jin. Grab on Jin! Okay! said Jin, grabbing onto Jordan's hand. They managed to get in the kitchen and closed the door before Jezebelle could get them. Okay... now... Jin was catching his breath. You open the door and when she runs in and sees me, close the door and lock it immediately. But it can be unlocked from the inside, said Jordan, confused. She'll stay for the mochi ice cream. If you say so... Jin nodded at Jordan. One... Two... said Jordan, holding onto the knob. Three! After a few minutes, Jin and Jezebelle were sitting on one side of the table with Shuijin and Jordan on the other side. They were eating in silence. Jezebelle wasn't touching her food. She was busy glaring at Jin, who simply smiled at her. They managed to trap her in here to force her to eat dinner. This pasta is good... said Jordan in awe. And the spaghetti and lasagna too! said Shuijin, beaming. I'm glad, said Jin to them before he turned over to Jezebelle. No worries Fi! I'll help you burn off any calories you gain from eating dinner today. I promise. Besides, I made sure not to fill these with fatty cheese. You should just skip dinner and eat me for dessert instead, said Jezebelle, bored. Jordan started coughing since he was in the middle of drinking water when she said that. Jin went over and helped Jordan before he calmed down. Jezebelle giggled evilly but Shuijin was also as concerned as Jin over their guest. At last, Jin was back at his own seat and Jordan was trying to eat again. Oh Fi, said Jin happily, rubbing her on the head. You and your jokes. I wasn't joking, said Jezebelle, eyeing him warily. Jin spun some spaghetti around his fork and held it up to her. I'll feed you. I'm not a child! However, in the end, Jin spoon-fed her once before she gave in and ate by herself. Jordan and Shuijin were wide-eyed at what they saw. Afterwards, Jordan and Jin cleaned up the plates while Jezebelle left without another word with Shuijin following her trail. Jin went to the restroom next and started

pouring out the water. What are you doing Jin? asked Jordan, coming in. I'm making a hot bath for Fi. Jordan narrowed his eyes. Jin, why the hell are you doing that? Because Fi is really picky about her water temperature, said Jin with a firm nod. He was checking the water with his finger. I'm the only one in the family who knows what temperature she likes her night baths the most. I see... Is there something wrong Jordan? asked Jin, lifting his eyes up at Jordan. Nothing, said Jordan, sighing. You're a great cook. You do all the house chores. You take care of everything around here. It's like you're a housewife... a househusband. I'm not used to it, that's all. It's fun, said Jin with a soft smile. Jordan felt uneasy and started heading out the door. Jin... we finished the project right? We just need to print out the papers right? That's right! I'm going home then, said Jordan in a relieved yet sad voice. Jin frowned. Already? You don't want to sleep over? Blushing at the questions, Jordan shook his head frantically. No... no... I impose myself upon you and your house long enough. We're going to a football game tomorrow, said Jin suddenly, regaining Jordan's attention. I think I studied enough to be able to understand the game and talk intelligently about it. Do you think Fi will be happy with me? Jordan tried hard to smile back. She will. I'm sure of it. I'm happy, said Jin, closing his eyes and smiling to himself. I'm very happy. I'm happy if you're happy, said Jordan, holding onto the door knob. That's nice of you to say. Did I say that out loud? asked Jordan, laughing it off. I'll be going now. You have fun with Fi, I mean, Jezebelle... today and tomorrow. Thanks for dinner. If I can cook, I'll cook you something! Jin laughed. You don't have to. That's fine. Today... Jin stopped and picked his hand out of the water. When you asked me to be your Onii-chan, I was very happy. I've always wanted a younger brother or sister. I'm sorry I shocked you earlier. I'm sorry I didn't understand and ran away like that too... Shaking his head, Jin had a sad smile on his face and said, No, it's okay. His chest started hurting so Jordan walked backwards. He didn't want to get near Jin. There was something wrong with him and he didn't understand it. Jordan quickly said bye to Jin before he left the restroom in a hurry. On his way out, he saw Jezebelle watching television by herself. She was dressed in a pretty, long nightgown with her long brown hair bundled on top of her right shoulder. Their eyes met for a second. Bye, said Jezebelle in a monotone.

Bye, said Jordan in an irritable voice. This tone didn't go unnoticed by Jezebelle though. What- Before Jezebelle could ask him, Jordan rushed out of the house and sat on top of the steps. Then, he realized that Jin was the one who picked him up from his house today. He couldn't go home by himself. Frustrated, Jordan dropped his head and sat there what felt like hours. He didn't know what to do or think or say. At last, he noticed lights. Jordan? asked Jin, peeking his head out. Jordan hid his face from Jin. You shouldn't stay out there. You'll catch a cold. Jin crouched down next to Jordan. If you want to go home, at least say something next time. How are you supposed to get home by yourself? Jin laughed. Let's go. I got the car keys. Waiting for Jin to walk a few steps, Jordan said at last, I don't want to be your younger brother. I'm sorry. I can't do it. With that smile Jordan knew so well, Jin laughed again. It's okay. It doesn't matter. Let's go home before your parents worry. Before long, Jin dropped Jordan off at his house and said good-bye. In the car, Jordan was too frustrated with his emotions to say anything to Jin. As for Jin, he went on about how they have to find a way to meet up again outside of school. Jordan simply nodded. Jordan went inside his house, greeted his sister, and went to his room. Laying on top of his bed, he felt heavy and empty at the same time. Was that possible? At the sight f his cell phone lying on his bed, he remember what Roselle told him though. Roselle? asked Jordan after he called her cell phone number. Jordan, are you okay? You don't sound okay! Did something happen between you and Jezebelle? Tell me! You're not allowed to lie! Jordan frowned and sighed. I don't know why but I think... Jordan began to cry to himself. I hate her.

Author's Note
This chapter is ridiculously long and the pacing feels weird in the second half. I'm sorry if the pacing is off but I really need to wrap this day off without dragging it out any longer. Because I dragged out this chapter too long, I might have to finish Sunday in a single, long chapter. Chances are it won't happen but it will be best for my eighty-chapter count. XD I don't want to make this a onehundred chapter story!

Jezebelle Phoebe Tilly

Give my info to you? Sure, honey, if you can take it. Height: 5'7'' (I should be a model.) Weight: - (What the fuck? Never.) B-Day: September 12 (I wish I was born on a cool date instead.) Blood type: B+ (Why does it matter? It's not like I'll ever donate blood!) Closest Friend: - (Why should I make friends? And no, Wendy is not a friend.) Number of Relationships: 9 (They're all dumb anyways. Who gives a crap about them?) Favorite type of music: Korean Hip-Hop (I care about my Korean roots! Actually, no I don't!) Favorite subject: Tennis (School's for losers. Remember that kids.) Favorite Word: Bitch (Best word in the world. Besides, female dogs are hot.) Career Choice: Fashion Designer (Clothes all the way, dear.)