The School Q meets the Ice K

Chapter 1: The Shower Encounter

A/N: hey guys! i'm so sorry for those whom I've promised that this story would be out three weeks ago. I have no valid reason except for school and the typical laziness of encoding my story to the computer from my notebook. I deeply apologize. Anyway, this is Kai's story. Enjoy everyone. :)) 

-MMH

P.S. For those who want to read the plots of other stories of the other characters, just look for Bound by the Red Fate Character Overview. This story is a part of a mini-series.

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Chapter One: The Shower Encounter

Alice

              “Damn it, this is so tiring,” I complained as I hit the tennis ball the merciless machine just hurled at me.

              I’d been at the school’s tennis training room since the ungodly hour of five o’clock and right now I’d been sweating bullets.

              “Ali, you need to work your ass off if you want that shiny trophy of the championship. Stop complaining!” I berated myself.

              I shook my head as I hit another ball. Great. Now I’m an official psychopath with dual personality.

              Just then my phone shrilled. I cringed at the sound.

              Who on their right mind would call me this early?

              I looked at the screen. Rachel. Of course who would it be? Batman?

              I answered it.

              “Hey, Q!” Rachel’s voice blared from the speaker.

              “What do you want?” I asked in a bored irritated tone. I hated being interrupted during my training and Rachel knew that. She was probably dancing in glee right now.

              “Whoa. Slow down Q, you’re blowing off steam.”

              “Stop calling me Q, I’m not a freaking queen.”

              I heard her chuckle. “I love grating your nerves early in the morning, Q. It’s like a bloody alarm clock to my blood, it wakes me up.”

              A small smile played on my lips. “Bloody alarm clock? Been dreaming about Avery Sanders, haven’t we?”

              “God, yes!” she squealed. “Isn’t he like the hottest thing on earth? He’s been here for two years yet he still got that sexy British accent that sends tingle to my spine.”

              I laughed. “So, what do you want Rach? I’m guessing you didn’t call me just to discuss Avery’s sexy British accent, do you?”

              I heard another squeal. “God, your British accent sounds like him too. Why don’t you switch nationality? I’m sure England would accept you.”

              “Rachel, focus,” I said in my normal voice, losing the accent. I could imagine her pouting. “Now, for the last time what do you want?”

              She sighed. “I’m here to remind you, it’s seven o’ clock. Better freshen up. Ta-ta!” she said then hung up. Probably off dreaming of Avery Sanders again.

              I decided to switch off the goddamn throwing ball machine, it’s been hurling balls at the fence for three minutes since I answered my phone.