Beyblade Burst Adventures

NYC's New Bey Club

In which we see an alternate universe where Theodore and Kurt went to high school together, and we see Theodore's attempts to start a Bey Club in his school- which is mostly filled with boring people who don't Blade. (Theodore x Kurt, they're seventeen.)

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"I'm very excited to see how your Bey Club will fare, Mister Glass."

"Thank you, sir. Um... Out of curiosity, what should I do if- if I can't get five people to join?"

"Then I'm afraid I won't be able to recognize your club and I will have to ask you to pick a new project that will get you more involved in the school."

"But-"

"I'm sorry, Mister Glass, no exceptions."

But you're forcing me to do this, can't you cut me some slack? I let out a soft breath, frowning and nodding. "I understand..."

He nods, looking to some papers on his desk. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get some paperwork done. Good luck."

"Thank you, sir." I murmur, turning around and heading out into the halls. I pull out some sign-up sheets I made, taking a deep breath and going over to one of the students I know through tutoring. "Good morning, Dexter." I greet quietly. He doesn't notice me until his friend nudges him and gestures for him to turn around.

"Oh, hey, Glass. What's up?"

"Well, I was starting a-"

"Whoooa, how'd you get those bruises on your throat, dude?!" He interrupts, then I tug on my collar nervously and wish a sinkhole would open underneath me. "Um..."

"Way to go, dude." His friend mutters. After a moment Dexter collects himself, asking.

"So, uh, w-what were ya gonna say?"

"I'm... I'm starting a Bey Club. Would you be interested in joining?" I murmur, holding out one of the sheets. He frowns awkwardly, looking somewhere beside himself.

"Eh, sorry, Glass... I'm actually supposed to be catching up on English, or I'll get kicked off the baseball team."

"I understand. Did you need any tutoring? I could help you."

"Sure thing!" He chimes, smiling brightly. "How about tomorrow at the liberry? After school?"

"Alright." I nod, ignoring the urge to correct him. "I'll see you then."

"See ya, Glass!"

I walk past them, slowing a bit when I hear Dexter mutter. "Those bruises are sure nasty. Someone needs to call CPS for him."

"Yeah, man..."

I let out a soft sigh, tugging on my collar again as I continue to walk through the hall. I look around for anyone else who might be a Blader, then when I spot someone I go over to her.

"Emily?" I call softly, receiving no reply. "Emily?... E-Emily?" I debate on whether I should just walk away or try tapping her shoulder. I really don't want to raise my voice...

Then she turns around and yelps loudly, alerting half the school and everyone in the hallway. "Oh, geeze, Glass! You gave me a heart attack!"

"Sorry..."

She sighs, crossing her arms almost impatiently and I can't help but duck my head. "What do you need?"

"Um, I was wondering if you'd be interested in joining-"

"No." Then she walks away without another word. The other students murmur to themselves about it, but they all cancel each other out so I can't hear exact words.